Hello to anyone who's read my previous story Call Me Names. I wanted to let you guys know that that story has been deleted. I didn't delete it, and I'm pretty sure the website hasn't glitched, so the only other option is that my editor (ex-friend) deleted it. He also deleted all of the saved chapters I had, including my newest one. So now I have this. I'm not sure about it, seeing as this character is new, but your feedback is much appreciated. Thanks guys.
The silent sound of loneliness was prominent in the dark building.
The darkness made it all that much worse.
The gentle creaking of rusted metal could be heard along with the dripping of water as well.
In the center of the dark building, surrounded by the rusted metal, was a little girl. She really wasn't all that little, only small in size. She sat atop a rusted swing in a large cage, resembling a canary. She often thought it to be cliché, but she didn't have a choice.
Trapped like a little bird, was the little girl known as River.
Her captors thought her name was hilarious, or at least that's what they said when they teased her. "Little River Song," they'd say. "Sing for us Little River Song," they'd say.
Or at least that's what they used to say.
The strong metallic scent of blood now filled the building. A single spotlight shown down on her from above, illuminating her grey hair and white body suit. Her bangs casted a shadow over her face, blocking whatever could have been seen. But the spotlight also illuminated the tens of headless bodies on the floor. Blood, bone, muscle and brain matter was scattered all across the large cement room.
River hummed a quiet melody as she gently swung back and forth. Her swing creaked as it went forward, growing silent as it went back. She crossed her feet at the ankles gripped the chains of her swing harder, turning her already pale knuckles white. Her humming stopped abruptly when she heard the shouting from behind the metal door, and then it was kicked open.
Countless pairs of eyes flickered across the bodies on the floor before finally settling on the girl in the cage. A brave officer shined his flashlight into her face, illuminating deadly ice blue eyes.
"Who are you?"
The brave officer with the flashlight asked. She grinned at him, pearly whites seeming to sparkle in the beam. Her voice was like silk when she spoke, and from the looks of adoration on the younger officers' faces, she knew she hadn't lost her touch.
"I'll only tell if you do."
"My name is Commissioner Gordon."
She grinned innocently at him, masking her malice behind it.
"I am the Little River Song…
…but you can call me River, Mr. Gordon."
If anyone caught my Doctor Who reference I'll love you forever.