Of course going into the cell was a bad idea. The place reeked of blood and urine anyway, pulling open the bar door and stepping inside amplified the heady scent past palatable levels. She retched, covering her face with one delicate hand. And then she heard it.
"Is that you, my love?"
The young woman froze, her hazel eyes growing wide and a lump welling up in her throat. She knew that voice. She didn't know who it was, but the voice was tearingly familiar. She backed up until her body hit the icy stone wall. Cold light shone in through the open doorway, and the silhouette of a table rose in her vision.
"Is that you I hear?"
A dark haired head peered out around the stone doorframe. She held her breath as she spotted the pale figure across the room. The creature had an odd gait, and something large glittered around its neck. The thing let out a snarling growl, followed by a distraught moan as it limped into one of the other cells.
"Where did you go? Please come back." The voice implored again.
She couldn't see the creature anymore, but for some reason she knew that it was him speaking. And it was making goosebumps rise on her flesh. After a few moments of staring at the doorway through which the monster had disappeared momentarily, the woman turned her attention to the little table.
She had to stifle a gasp. Written in blood next to a scrap of paper were the words: Forgive me. It took a brief moment to strike a match and light the candle sitting on the table so she could read the note. The glow kissed her face, but she had no time to appreciate the light. She dove hungrily into the note, her curiosity overtaking her.
Alois? The name struck a chord within her, but she could not place the emotion. The note itself made her gut twist in fear, the man who was willing to kill and to slice himself to bits…for her? She was positive that the voice was his, and somehow she felt heartsick for this creature, this Alois.
So lost in her thinking, the young woman didn't hear the sound of chain-bound footsteps until a low moan sounded right behind her. She stifled a scream, whirling around and backing away. What she saw, however, left her dumbfounded.
A blonde man stood right across from her, his eyes puffy and glistening tear trails smeared across his face. He was shirtless, and his torso was covered in gashes and scars. He advanced on her, trapping her in the corner. Then he spoke with the voice of the monster.
"I waited for you, and you came back for me." He crooned, a dirty finger caressing the woman's jaw.
She spluttered, struggling half heartedly. This wasn't the monster, but he was nearly as frightening. He leaned closer and pressed his face to her neck, letting out a pleasured groan. The hazel eyed girl swallowed a frightened sound.
"Look," The blonde man demanded softly, pulling away and twisting his body slightly. His trembling finger indicated a raw patch of flesh near the dip of his lower back. "I wrote your name."
The man sounded pleased with himself as he displayed the shaking, still bloody script. Justine. It left the woman speechless. She let out a dismayed sound. He was obsessed with her; he was obsessed with Justine. What had she done to make him this way? She couldn't remember, of course, she knew that for fact the same way she knew how to breathe.
The slender man's face fell slightly as he examined her expression. "You….you don't like it?" He asked, a hopeless note creeping into his voice.
"No..I—"
Alois let out a strangled sound, and then seized her hand, forcing the point of her nail into the paper thin flesh of his chest. His grip tightened as she tried to pull it away.
"Please." He begged, his blue green eyes pleading beneath their puffy lids. "Write it for me; make it perfect. Like you."
Justine had no choice in the matter, despite his begging. He was pulling her hand, her fingernail across his flesh slowly, writing out her name again. His skin tore like rice paper, inhumanly thin. And the wails the man emitted were unearthly, Pleasure or pain, the woman couldn't discern. The expression on his face was rapture, but tears were streaming down his cheeks again.
Suddenly he released her hand. She'd closed her eyes in fear and disgust, not wanting to watch Alois tear his body up, and before she could even open her eyes he was on her again, pressing himself to her breast and kissing her. Stealing the breath from her lungs. His arms wrapped around her, and almost of their own accord her own hands found his back.
Her fingers traced the scars, how had he even reached his back to mutilate? And the scars were arranged in such a delicate pattern, whorls and flower designs, as if he'd spent months designing it. She could feel the warmth of his blood soak into her blue summer dress, and her hands froze suddenly as she attempted to pull away. His entire body went rigid, and his mouth pulled away from hers.
"No! Stay!" He yowled.
The wet sound of flesh shifting filled the woman's ears. She closed her eyes but she could still feel the man writhing. A hollow scream emanated from the body, and Justine shrank back. She chanced opening her eyes, but closed them right again when she was met by the form of the monster. The naked creature was covered in chains, and the glittering object around its neck was a wheel. The woman choked on yet another scream as the creature's fist struck the side of her head, jerking her skull to one side.
"Don't leave me again!" The Alois monster reprimanded her as he sent another spine jarring blow speeding for her head.
Justine let out a quiet wail as her body slid down the wall, blood dripping from her face. Before she lost consciousness she felt a hand caressed her cheek.
"Hush now, It's alright."
A/N: Please do not tell me that Justine is out of character. There is a reason for that, keep reading and you will see~