Intention With Sins {Written In Red}

Not so safe anymore...

My eyes nearly bugged out of my head. Shit. I thought. We're fucked. We're going to to die. Ashton brought a hand to my shoulder, shooting me a concerned glance, I turned the note so he couldn't see. Ashton knew nothing about this, he didn't need to, either. I wasn't about to tell my, severely cased with paranoia, brother that we were most likely going to die. "You okay, Iz?"

I nodded, for fear that if I spoke, my voice would betray how not okay this whole situation was. Raymond met my gaze for a second before nodding and exiting the room. I glanced back at the letter, a bead of sweat trickling off of my face. "Ashton, do you remember that switchblade I got you for your birthday, last year?"

He simply nodded as an answer. I nodded back; lots of nodding going on, here. "Good, I need you to go get that, alright?"

"'Kay."

He raised an eyebrow but didn't question me further. I watched him somber off to his room. He's a weird one, that boy is. I turned back to Hunter, who had his arms crossed as if he didn't believe me one bit. His eyebrow was cocked, another expectant look on his face. "Hunter, they've found us. We need to get Ash out of here NOW."

The superior look left his face, replaced with utter shock. "How? We did EVERYTHING we possibly could to make sure he was untrackable. Izzy, how?!"

"I don't know okay?!? I didn't ask for this! You think I don't want him to be safe, too?!"

I thought I was screaming, but in reality, I was whispering in a frenzied manner. Hunter placed his hands on my shoulders, once again the calm Hunter that could handle any situation. "Listen, Izzy. We're gonna' put him on a plane... We're gonna' put him on a plane a fly him out somewhere. Somewhere that we ABSOLUTELY KNOW that they can't find him."

My mind raced, there wasn't a single place without a council.. They'd find him in a heart beat. "Izzy, they're after YOU, not Ash. If you turn yourself in, he can be safe..."

I stared at him. Was he really asking me to throw myself in? That's like asking me to strap myself down and saw off my limbs.......

I wasn't in the kitchen with Hunter anymore. I was back in the 'peine' room. In case you didn't know, 'peine' translates to penalty in English. The peine room is located in France, directly in the heart of Paris. City of love? More like City of pain.. The walls around me were dreary and I couldn't breathe. My arms and legs were strapped down with thick, leather binds. I couldn't even move an inch, it was awful. My vision blurred as if it weren't entirely real. A man dressed in a blood red cloak emerged from a door to my right. I tried lifting my head to see outside the door, but my head was held down by some sort of strap. Shit.... They finally smartened up and took precautions to keep my teeth away from their fingers.... Or faces... Unfortunately for me, it didn't feel to good, it felt like metal bumps had been graphed into the cushiony restriction.I groaned and looked towards a door on the far side of the room

. A black, shadowy figure emerged from it. Oh, great. Hah. Just peachy. When the figure stepped into the dim lighting, I gasped in shock. Shock, not fear. A deranged grin was painted on the.... creature's...? Face. If you could even call it that... What was supposed to be it's face, was just a stringy tangle of flesh and blood. Pieces of what I could only assume was bone protruded from the sides and above every opening it it's gruesome face. Where it's eyes should have been was two x's that seemed to be stitched closed. Whoever knitted that must have been a beginner. It's teeth.... Well... It didn't have any that were recognisable as actual teeth. Just skin stretched and framed around shards and fragments of bone, distastefully poking from it's mouth. Smiley. I'll call it smiley. Anyway, Smiley started to move towards me, the 'smile' getting wider. "Heh... Hey there, Smiley... Easy now, wouldn't wanna' hurt ya'..."