I pulled against the restraints; tears stained my face in various places, and screams were erupting from my throat. I pulled my chest forward, my arms attached to the cuffs behind me. I didn't care that my arm throbbed in protest, because there was only one thing I could focus on.
And that happened to be the pinned flesh of my best-friend.
His chalky white skin held knives of all sizes- big and small, long and sharp, short and blunt- in its cold, yet perfectly sculpted body. His frozen black eyes were staring deeply at my face. It was like he wasn't there, and it was terrifying me.
His blood was everywhere, covering even my own body. Black blood. Until recently, I knew practically nothing of my best-friend, only the lies he gave me. I never knew his hidden secrets, I never knew his reason for night school, and I sure as hell didn't know what he was. Great best-friends we were.
"CAIN!" I screamed. He was only directly across from me, but it was like he was far away. I had no reason to scream it because he was so close, but I had a reason for being angry as heck, and being angry meant you yelled.
When we were brought here, I tried to melt the cuffs, significantly to free us, yet I knew it'd give away my secret. We all had secrets I suppose. I was human, which was expected, but I was a Pyrokinetic and a shadow breather. I could manipulate fire and the shadows to my will, but when I tried to free myself, nothing happened. It took me a bit to figure it out, but then it came simply.
The chains and cuffs were freakin' silver.
So in the results of trying to yank myself free, I found that the cuffs were indeed, really tight. The skin around my wrist and a small part of my hand; had completely ripped free. It hurt like heck. The silver cuffs also held Cain at one point, but recently, they figured they had a better result by sticking big freakin' sharp silver things in his freakin' skin.
"When I get my bloody hands on ya'll, I'm gunna skin you alive you freakin' parasites!" I screamed at the huge metal door. I knew they were around, I wasn't sure if they could hear me, but I was a lunatic when it came to freakin' markers. Markers were these freak shows of demons, big fat assed black cloaked parasites. They lived- breathed- off the fear of others, thus the reason they the hunted and kidnapped people. So they could live in freakin' ecstasy while we writhed in hatred and fear. Of course, they hunted two strange beings by accident, and all they had to feed off was a hell of a lot of 'angry sparks' and a 'deadened to the world'. Take that to your hell hole you parasites!
Some time passed before I stopped screaming, hoarse from the lack of water and the last day of screaming. If this continued, I wasn't going to last long. For the last five days, they had tortured us, pacifically Cain. Then they'd remove any objects used, before repeating the process the next day. They tried it on me, and Cain was the one swearing. The parasites learnt soon enough, that no matter how much torturous things they tried on me, my hatred and anger outnumbered any techniques they did. They left me be since then, but I knew it wasn't over for me, they were only plotting out something bigger. And I was ready for it.
Cain slept through the time of sunlight. As in, as soon as the sun started coming up, his eyes closed and even my screaming couldn't wake him, or he was just too exhausted to care.
Not too long before the sun went down, my eyes drifted shut in a defeated slumber. About twenty minutes after the dark had come out to play, was I awaken by a weakened hand. My eyes snapped open instantly, ready to burn holes into black cloaked freaks. But it wasn't them; dripping in front of me was a bladeless Cain. He tried a weak smile, but failed. His head dropped onto my throbbing shoulder, and this was one of those moronic times where I wanted to wrap him up and cuddle him like a mother would to her child after a bad dream.
But he wasn't no child, and I wasn't no mother, and this sure wasn't a freaking bad dream.
No, it was a bad fucking reality.
