The Seven Sins

Not alone

Glowing eyes trace four hysterical girls every movement. It takes a few minutes for them to realize they are not alone.

Crimson's closed eyes brighten against their lids. The multiply colors, frighten and alarmed are exposed to the contents of the gloomy room.

They flutter open tossing poison filled darts at some of the captives.

"Crimson." a skinny black haired girl whispers pushing her way to the front of the dense crowd "They have arrived." her bone rattling whisper spreads through the rest of the group. They seem to go nuts at the thought of a new girl. They must not get many visitors. Who new kidnapping was such timely work?

"Welcome to the Genial 3 barracks. You can just call us the G3's though." she smiles with purely white teeth. "We have been waiting all night for you to arrive! " Her voice so cheery it's almost creepy.

Crimson pushes herself into a sitting position trying to hide her shaking hands. Why do these strange teenagers know her name? It takes all if herself to ask what time it is without letting her voice shake. While the other girls let the tears roll Crimson struggles to burry them somewhere where the can't be noticeable. Why is Crimson trying to hide such a cowardly thing as crying. Is this just rash hysteria or does she have something hidden deep with the tears in that pretty little head of hers that we don't know yet?

"6:51" The dark haired girl grins brightly again. " It's not everyday we get another a tribute in our society, let a lone this dormitory." Something about her awkwardly pleasant smile sends a chill down Crimson's crooked spine. "We are so glad to have you and are most certain that when you decide to stay with us you will be most pleased." her smile shifts slightly at the next words. "As long as you follow the rules that is."

Crimson stares at them at loss for words as a short white haired girl prances over to her a mentions something about time to recharge and keeping her away from someone named Ash.

"Well Crimson it seems it is indeed that it is time for our recharge. The bunk beneath me is empty, you are most welcome to stay there." she cocks her head to the side and spins around of the very tips of her bare heels.Crimson shakily fallows her down a brightly painted hallway decorated with countless drawings. "I made this one." the girl points a purple fingernail at a painting of a garden. Just pictures away a shadowy black drawing hangs on the now darkend wall. It seemed so odd to crimson that all of the paintings were brightly colored and cheerful except for that one. "That ummm, darker one down the line, well that's Ash's artwork. He's..." she taps to her brain "Well just don't listen to him. He doesn't know what he's saying."

Crimson lays on her back, staring at the decorated above her. She has to get out. She has to escape. Her fingers find a patch of itching skin underneath the red, silk pajamas slightly to big for her fit frame. She has to get out. She has to escape. Silently she measures the sleeping girl above her breaths. She may not be as smart as Chasity but she certainly isn't dumb. The sound of breathing above her evens, Crimson quickly rolls to her side and slips out of bed. Her toes sliding across the light tile floor.

She moves Her feet foreword and her back arched like something out of an old mystery movie, or maybe, a horror movie. Each step she takes she holds her breath praying no one will notice her creaking.

Suddenly her breaths grow louder and more obnoxious. Only they aren't her breaths because they are coming from behind her. She freezes in her tracks when a frigid hand grabs her bare shoulder.

While the other sleep safe and tight one is up creeping secrets in the night. Sleep well to the girls who follow the rules be careful to the one who seeks for the truth. While visions of sugar plums dance in some heads one little girls may end up dead. Be careful.