"Dead, there all dead, gone, why? They can't be…dead." I mutter, self-loathing erupting inside me. Breathing heavily I glance at the person that's across the cold grey table. I have done this many times already. I have been brought into a small dim lit room, seated in a cold chair that sat by a long grey table, and a man or woman impatiently questions me about my family's murder. A large man's cough brings me out of my thoughts. He is staring at me….staring me in the eyes with a look of Confusion? Fear? Frustration? No…he just doesn't believe me. No one ever believes be when I tell them. I break our gaze and my eyes fix on my sneakers…My sneakers… there stained the color of a deep black/red….blood…
"Dead." I repeat in a whimper.
"Yes Grubitsch," The man snaps, "Your parents and sister are dead. I apologize but we need you to tell us who the man or woman who did this to them looked like. Did you know them? Come now, you were the only witness."
I am silent. I don't like remembering, the webs…V-Vain, Artery…Lord… loss. "He killed them," I sneer, "He killed my family."
"Who?" The man questions me. I snap my head in his direction, his face hard with anticipation.
"Lord Loss." I reply drily. He jolts up in his seat looks at me one last time with a look of disappointment and leaves the room with a dramatic slam of the door.
The interrogation is over and I am escorted back to my cell.
A/N: Okay! So this is my first Story dedicated to the Demonata series by Darren Shan. Hope I did okay, review and let me know my mistakes! But tell me it straight. I'm a big kid now I think I can handle it. Hope to update soon!^^
