Hybrid

【II】Into A Princess

II.

After my treacherous experience of baby sitting the toddlers, I washed the dishes once all the hybrids finished up in the canteen, polished the sterling silver like my life depended on it -Which it practically did - and made the youngsters beds while ironing all the females on my floors laundry. Life was hard being trapped in this cage, it made me feel that my powers were more of a curse than a gift. And being brutally punished here, just confirmed it. I don't complain much though, considering its not doing shit about my current situation.

The morning duties always made me exhausted, considering they lasted at least until around our late nine o'clock dinner. But I couldn't have my tired expression on today, not when I had to attend a so-called fancy party in an hour or so. 'Why would they let us go to a party?' I couldn't help but ask myself, 'And why specifically us five?' My eyes widened as a sudden rational though of realization came to play in my mind. Maybe they'd slaughter us all. Or gas us like they did to the poor boy Bruno, in the film 'The boy in the stripped pyjamas.' Then all my cheesy quotes about life getting better I tell myself everyday are useless! I sighed as I shook the horrid thoughts from my mind, questioning myself would lead me to no answer anyways and sometimes, that was the best. I don't know what I'd do if I was suddenly told that I was about to meet with my life's end so I tried not to do it very often, asking myself things I know don't have answers eligible for me, even though that failed miserably.

Old habits die hard I suppose.

I didn't have much time to be in my own mind before a withered old woman with her stark white hair in the tiniest chignon above her head shook me awake. Literally this granny looked so old I half expected her to just topple over and die right then and there.

"Sienna Cadbury?" She barely got out in her antique tone, thick with a fluid Swedish accent.

"Y-yes mam..?" I stuttered stupidly, wondering who this elder was. They couldn't possibly be using oldies now! I thought they only went to the twenties and then murdered there on, no matter how sick that truly is. Dictating what age is considered your death age. Just think about waking up on your twentieth birthday to be met my an axe to the skull which you probably wouldn't even see since your eyes would be puffy from crying the night before. From pleading that you could remain nineteen, though it'd be impossible.

"Good, good dearly!" She said as she gently grasped my arm, trying to pull me out of my room. I controlled my laughter at the sound of her words which lifted the darkness from my thinking temporarily, 'Dearly?' I snickered, 'how old must she be?' I walked along with her obediently, trying not to make her use the little strength she clearly had to drag me along. I straightened my face before asking her what's been on my mind, using a hushed and polite tone in fear of straining her sensitive elderly ears.

"Where are we going?" My pitch was slightly higher in my attempt to try to make up for my rudeness of laughing at her senile speech a few moments earlier. We've been walking as slow as possible for ages and just made it to the second floor. God knows where she's taking me and how long it'll take because she is one sloth paced woman.. Heck, she could be some mental hospital runaway who's using me to help cover her tracks. Or to get in a final kill before she gets caught.

"Orders from Marianne; She says to get you dolled up!" The elderly woman smiled, showing her lack of teeth in a smile I'd much rather not have seen without dentures. I didn't argue at her statement which kept me questioning whether this lady was mentally stable or not, just thought that this meeting might be extravagantly important if that female Lucifer was going all out for us 'abominations'.

Once we finally made it to the staircase which lead to the highest floor in the building, I hesitated to perch the steps. The fourth floor was strictly prohibited for anyone but Mrs.Sullavin to enter. 'Maybe this is a test!' I thought, 'to see if I'd disobey the rules and prance upstairs where my curiosity could be tamed.' I stared at the old woman's foggy grey eyes which seemed to blend into the colour of my tank top, and something about them told me I should just trust her. Maybe it was cause they were the same colour as my late grandfathers, which he unfortunately took with him once he died. I don't know. But whatever it was, without realizing, it guided me to the top of the forth floor.

My eyes widened as my jaw dropped at the beautiful sight. There was chocolate colored floors and creamy walls. The doors were tall and dark with the fanciest crystal knobs I've ever seen. I hadn't even imagined that such gorgeous interior could be here in the same building which held treacherous ruins below.

We trotted into the grandest door were the inside was even more phenomenal then the out, not a single peep spoken the whole way. The walls were a Caribbean blue, with a clean white trim around it. Pearly drapery hung from the walls along with many self portraits of the Sullivan family, locked in wooden oak frames.

I made my way to a wooden chair with a soft pink cushion on it, looking at the variety of jewelry and cosmetics on the wooden dresser before me. Even the mirror behind it was held in a decorative frame.

I hadn't seen myself in a clean, non cracked, mirror for decades. They don't keep any decent mirrors in the girls bathroom, not wanting us to become attractive enough to lure the other hybrids, so I had to sneak a brand new one in my room which I share with Brie. That's all spotted and scratched now though, and obviously I can't get another.

I stared at my reflection, like I had this morning. Dark circles danced under my eyes, cracked lips with dried blood at the corner and pale skin also sheeted over my face. I looked like a zombie which made me laugh out loud, I hadn't even noticed that this was my state even though I just saw it earlier today.

Note to self: the mirror in the bathroom is deceiving the horrible truth.

My foolish thoughts were disrupted when I heard the clacking heels click towards my direction, a thinned out body appeared in the mirror before me. Mrs. Sullavin. She placed two veiny hands on my shoulder, her long and fake olive green painted nails millimeters away from the flesh of my neck. She leaned down beside my ear with a small grimace on her face,

"It's time to make you a princess." She whispered with a smug grin before turning away from me and assembling in a crew of strange people I couldn't differentiate between both genders.

"W-what?" I stuttered, but my mouth was soon sealed with coughs as the foundation being powdered around my face shut me up.

Oh boy, getting dolled up is so not my thing.

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Why would Mrs.Sullavin care to make Sienna a princess? What could the "party" be and why is it so important? Well cause i'm slow at updating, i'll let you all suffer with those thoughts! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA~! And sorry this chapter was extreamly short. I know, it didn't meet anything length wise, but I promise to make them longer!! ♥

...eventually.

xx P-eony