AN: Hey there! So, I was unsure of starting a second fanfic while I am still working on 'Returned', but at the encouraging of one of my friends I decided to start Silence as well. Originally this was just going to be a oneshot, but the story just started to expand inside my head, as stories do, until eventually I decided to make it a full length fic, taking place almost immediately after lies. Anyway, Tienka, this is dedicated to you.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Gone series. Please forgive me if I forget to post a disclaimer on all of the chapters and my memory isn't the greatest, if I end up doing so feel free to poke me and I'll add one right away.

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Hatred. That was all she was able to feel these days, sheer, mind numbing, hatred. She remembered a time when she could feel more. Joy, excitement, even love. Although, if you asked some people, they would say that even when she was able to feel these emotions it was wrong. The joy and excitement came at getting her way, gaining power over others, making them suffer at her hand. Not without reason, oh no, she hurt them because they had wronged her. But really, everyone had wronged her by this point. And the love? On , it was said that the love she felt was nothing more than obsession. A bitter obsession, dragging both herself and the person of her desire down. But she didn't see it as that, if you asked her it was love.

And was this love directed at?

Caine Soren. Of course, when she thought of him now she didn't feel the slightest twinge of affection. Only hatred, that better hatred that she had been feeling for the past four days, even since she had wound up stuck in this wretched bathroom. Ever since he had dropped her off a cliff to save that witch Diana instead of her, leaving her legs broken and her crippled. Crippled. The word brought a snarl of anger across her lips. There was no way she would be healed, not now, not in the FAYZ. As far as she was aware there was only one healer in the glorified fishbowl and she doubted that Lana would help her. Probably sided with Caine, everyone sided with Caine.

She was deep in thought, although the whirling mass of anger and hate that resided inside her head barely counted as thought anymore, when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Not a person, or at least not a person she could see. But she saw it, the box of tissues that rested on the back of the toilet twitching slightly as someone bumped into it. That was when a thought entered her head, a real, solid thought.

She wanted to feel more than just hate.

It was in a sick, sing-song voice that Penny called out, "Bug, oh Buuug! I know you're there, spying on little old me." Her voice took on a mock whisper as she asked, "hoping you'll see me with my clothes off, hmm? Don't you think I'm pretty?"

The invisible boy did not say anything in response to her. But he wasn't silent, not silent enough. The grand bathroom of the mansion was very quiet once she fell silent, quiet enough that she could hear his soft footsteps as he began to retreat. Immediately she set her power on him, filling his head with images of spiders, crawling in his mouth and eating him alive. It was not real, of course, nothing her power did was real. But it was real enough to him.

A shriek left Bug as the vision took control, his invisibility vanishing in his horror and imagined pain. For a moment she worried that his screams would alert one of the others. Yet she did not let up, and after several minutes, when is screams began to turn to pain-filled whimpers, she let out a laugh of victory. They were not coming, the would-be king and his witch weren't close enough to hear. Probably outside, gazing down at the kingdom they had been forced to flee. The laugh sounded wrong, twisted, the laugh someone gone mad. The first one she had let out in ages. "Their mistake," she whispered to herself, "their mistake, running away, leaving me with my prey."

Something that resembled a giggle left her at this. But it was not time for talking to herself and basking in her success, they could come inside and think to check on the captive at any moment. Penny had to act. She dragged herself forward, wincing and holding back whimpers every time her broken legs were moved. Any other time she would have let out a cry of pain. Not now, not when she had a goal. Upon reaching her prisoner, who was frantically crawling at his skin and leaving red claw marks, she did away with the vision only to replace it with another. Shackles, holding onto his arms and legs, chaining him to the floor. It would be physically possible for him to get up and walk away, yes, but that would take a strong mind, something she personally doubted Bug had.

Again he tried to scream. Her response was immediate, a slap to the boy's face followed by a command of, "stop!"

He fell silent.

A smile crossed her face, one that might have looked sweet once upon a time. "Bug," she murmured, "you want to help me, right? Because good boys like to help pretty girls, and you're a good boy, right?" Bug was silent, starting up at her with wide, terrified eyes. But if Penny noticed she didn't care. Instead she continued, "because I really need help with something, and if you don't help me it would be bad. And I can make you see things, feel things, things that only bad boys should see or feel." She fell silent again, seeming to gaze off at something in the distance for a moment. Unfortunately for Bug that moment wasn't long, for she soon pulled herself together and asked, "so, what you think, my little Bug? Will you help me?"

He didn't respond fast enough for her taste, which caused a flare of anger to pass through her. Couldn't he see she needed him for something!? There was no time to waste! While the shackles would remain the boy also saw great wolves made of fire enter the room, growling and bearing their teeth, approaching him like he was a meal. As soon as he saw them he exclaimed, "yes! Yes, I-I'll help you! Just please don't hurt me."

A tingle of disappointment passed through Penny that he had given in so soon. It had been fun convincing him, if it had lasted a little longer she was sure it would have been grand. Somewhere in the back of her mind she took note of his cowardice, she would have to keep him on a tight leash. But that was a worry for another time. Right now she had bigger fish to fry.

"Good," she replied, "excellent. Because I have plans, Bug, big plans."

Again Penny smiled. Oh, she was tired of feeling just hate, but soon she would feel more than hate. Soon she would feel joy, soon she would feel excitement.

Soon she would get revenge.