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I was never one to run away. When I was younger, I could stand up to anything and face it head on. When did I become so weak? My head was pounding and I was used to be knocked in the head, but not to the point that I had passed out. I let out a soft groan feeling my eyes slowly start to open, my vision starting to not be so blurry.
"Well looky here. She's finally waking up. Get in here Freak." I heard a southern voice say. I blinked further and could see a brown ceiling above me. A figure stood above me, and slowly the shape began to take form. His face was older, but I knew that face. It's been many years since I left Ambrose, but I didn't think anyone would still be here let alone him. Another face loomed over me. Jet black long tresses fell over the white face of someone.
"What's going on?" I muttered.
"Mm mm mm it's been a while since we had some dark meat come through town." he said looking me over biting his lip a bit. I gave a soft sneer.
"Still a little pervert. I guess some things never change." I whispered. Now he arched a brow.
"Oh this one has some bite to her." he said. My eyes fell atop of the masked figure and I was surprised how tall he grew.
"You guys must have been here a long time if you don't even remember me." I said moving to sit up. My hands were the first things I tried to move, but that's when I noticed they were constricted and swollen. I looked down to see they were handcuffed together as well as my ankles. What the hell? Now my face was gripped and I was forced to look up at him.
"Just what the hell are you talking about? And you had better say something interesting or else you're going to be added to our collection real quick. Well." he said with a scoff and a smirk, "that's your only option really."
Collection? What the hell was he talking about?
"It's me, Ophelia Loveless." I replied. "My momma and I use to live across the street from you guys. Um, your mom created wax figures for us. When you were being a bad boy your mom dropped you and Vincent at our house and you watched TV with me." I said. As I watched the memories flood back into his brain, Bo's smile began to fade and he began to look shock and almost sad? Vincent looked from his brother and down at me, I could see his eye through the left side of his mask. He looked shocked. His other eye was pitch black. Because he was missing an eye. I looked at him.
"You always wanted to watch Beauty and the Beast, because you always seemed so interested in the beast, but you were not the beast. You were the beautiful one." I said smiling softly. Slowly, Vincent began to touch his face, his fingers trembling and now he leaned them down towards my face, but Bo hit his hand away.
"Stop it." he said violently. I looked at Bo now. He was still as aggressive as ever. Vincent leaned back from us now. I looked between the two boys.
"What is going on boys, why am I chained up like this?" I asked, but Bo just glared down at me.
"Shut up." he snapped and turned from me now pacing back and forth, his hand covering over his mouth. My mouth shut immediately and slowly my heart began to pound. What was going on?
I tried to remember what happened before I was knocked on coconscious. I drove in and was low on gas. I was searching for someone who could help me and I saw someone in the gas station, at the counter, but he wasn't moving. He was very still. I couldn't really picture it all out in my head still.
"We can't…kill her." I heard Vincent said lowly, and now my head snapped up. Kill me? "She's our friend."
"Shut up, she ain't our friend!" Bo said.
"Oh great disown me." I said and he pointed his finger at me violently and I was use to that stance, that glare that could mean I was about to be struck.
"Shut up." he snapped again and I flinched and looked away. Now he looked at his brother and looked a bit sympathetic. "Just let me think."
Now he paced around a bit before storming out of the room. I blinked and now began to grow a bit nervous about what has been going on in this town since I left it. I looked over at Vincent who didn't seem to know what to do with himself.
"Vincent?" I asked lightly and he looked down at me. "Is Bo going to kill me?" I wasn't surprised at how calm I was. Every day I asked myself if he was going to kill me. I never knew the answer really. Vincent just looked around at the ground for the answer.
"Are you going to kill me?" I asked instead, and now he looked directly in my face. From what I could remember, he never spoke much. But he was the good boy out of the two. Bo was always the annoying one, I used to think. He was always the bad one. Vincent muttered a bit under his breath and then hurried from the room. I watched him leave with curious eyes and now I was left alone in an old dirty looking house.
