Chibiyu: I got bored with doing the recap things and I found it difficult to do it for this story…because I am too lazy at the moment.
Nick: …ok…
TO LAZY TO OWN ANYTHING…even my brain…but the plot is still mine.
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Journal Entry Six-May 19, 2012
I only have enough time to write this; I hate watching my hurt brother cry.
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I clung to both of my brothers and I felt tears burn my exposed arm. I looked up, horrified, to see both of my brothers crying again and I was shocked to feel tears on my own face. This wasn't like us. We were supposed to be strong.
But even the strongest people can be weak.
My hurt brother turned and hugged me tightly, pulling me into his lap and playing with my hair. And I let him. It was a comfort thing to him that I was still here and ok and it was the same thing to me. That he was still he to care and protect, no matter what they did to him. My hurt brother leaned against my older brother and I knew of the fear expressed in his eyes, though I couldn't see it. I watched my older brother scoot over and hug him tightly again.
"Shh…It's going to be alright." He had almost broken the golden rule right then. He almost whispered our hurt brother's name. It wasn't as comforting without your name in that sentence. I don't know why, but right now, the thing I wanted the most was to hear my brothers say my name once, so I knew it wasn't forgotten.
"No. It won't be." My hurt brother whispered but his words rang out through the sudden silence. No one would ever think to see the day Lionheart lost hope. He was the strong one…and they may have broken him.
"Don't say that!" My older brother told him, rather forcefully. "Don't ever say that!"
"I won't lie…I can't lie." My hurt brother whispered, just as softly as before and he hugged me tighter. "We aren't getting out of here…it's been two years. I've…I've given up Kevin."
Everyone was stunned into a deeper silence. Not only had the bravest and strongest one here given up…he also broke the rule that would grant him death. His name…Kevin…I remembered that now. My older brother was Kevin. Kevin held my hurt brother in more of a shielding embrace than hug now. But no one came to redeem the rule. No one came to punish him.
I lunged for my journal and added a few words to my last entry;
My older brother's name was Kevin and my hurt brother was not punished for saying that out loud. Why?
After a few minutes of Kevin trying to have our hurt brother regain hope, the bell rang. We all jumped up and ran, scuttled and scurried to our cages and in a few seconds, all was still and all was silent.
And still, no one came to punish my brother.
No one came at all.
Why?
I lay down in the corner of my small, hard and cold cage, shivering a bit. But then I thought to my hurt brother, who was colder without a shirt and still in pain. But even he was still better off than some of the kids here. Some of them, truthfully, were better off dead.
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THE HEAD'S POV
Why did I kidnap, kill and torture children? For fun, yes, but it held a greater purpose. These kids and teenagers, they weren't as innocent as some may believe. No. They all have had their names slated down to be recruited by them ever since they were born. And it was my job to make sure they never reached these kids. To prove these kids weren't as special as they thought. To save them from ending the world.
That is why I kidnapped them. But the torture? I have my reasons. Some might call me insane, but no. I was far from insane. I was just saving the world. These kids are dangerous. Innocent they may look, but never judge a book by its cover. These kids each had the power to end life as we knew it. Though of course, they didn't know it.
It wasn't a super power or any non human ability, but there was something about these kids that made them special. Their brain, will, courage, stealth, faith, everything that was more than normal levels, these kids had something. And that was why they were wanted. Wanted by the most evil company in the world. One no Normal ever heard of.
I only knew of it because I was not a Normal. I escaped from the prison of the company and I vowed to never return and never make another soul suffer as I did. So I did this. To protect them. The torture came with the job. They could NEVER discover anything and hurting them to the point of ignorance was the only way to keep them safe. I've tried everything else and nothing worked. Nothing except this.
I truly did hate seeing them all in pain…but I had to keep them safe. I had to keep the world safe. And they called me a monster for it.
I walked out of my office that surveyed the long caged hallway, feeling my normal pang of remorse as I starred. I never wanted it to come to this. But I had to keep it this way.
"Ma'am?" I turned as faced my secretary, her long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, glasses dangling on the end of her small nose. "One of them said a name a few minutes back. Your orders?"
I studied her pale blue eyes. "What name was said?"
'"Kevin Lucas's sir, by his brother."
"Let it be ignored." I ordered before walking away from her. She looked confused but noted it anyway. The name thing was a silly rule as well. But if they ever came and called out names, no one would know they were calling for them. If they called for relationships, in time, the kids wouldn't know their own siblings. I had to reshape their lives and futures if I wanted this world to live.
But there was still one other I couldn't find. After he escaped from the Lucas's house two years ago, we lost track of him. I had no idea where he was, who he was, or if he was alive. And I needed to know. This boy was the last one I had yet to catch. And I couldn't find him.
But I would find him. I was never beaten. Not once. And he wasn't going to beat me.
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Journal Entry Seven-May 20th, 2012
Hello again reader. Everyone survived the night and I was so glad that my hurt brother was ok. Kevin actually smiled when he saw him and that was how I knew it was all alright.
I should tell you something. My brothers and I were the first ones in here and for two years, I held onto this journal, enduring everything, not even thinking of you. I don't know what possessed me to start writing in you but I think it had to do with my lack of voice. We can't speak here and I got fed up with that. I couldn't express my fears, worries, or anything with words, so I finally turned to this journal. I think that is why I started this.
Writing does lessen the pain, but it never makes it go away. Nothing does anymore. Not a hug, a touch, a word of kindness or love…nothing. To me, even with the absence of physical scars, like hurt. It hurt to see countless kids go through those cursed doors and never come back. Or if they did, to come back bleeding, crying, or unconscious. It hurt to see the fear in all of their hopeless eyes. But it hurt the most knowing my own brothers were here and that it was because of them I was saved from being scarred. It hurt to see their pain…even though I should be the one in the pain.
I may be young, but two years in this place is enough to make a two year old, if one would live, act like a grown up. You had to grow up fast here, or you died. So I grew up. If my parents were alive, they wouldn't recognize me. If my escaped brother were to come, he would wander aimlessly looking in every cage, and he would pass mine. He would pass Kevin's and our hurt brothers. We weren't the same anymore, inside or out. And that hurt.
I have to go again. They are coming.
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SAME POV
The door slammed open and everyone that was previously asleep jerked awake. But this wasn't routine. Thirty guys paraded down the aisle, each holding a shot gun. They filled the hall, spreading out and not a sound was to be heard. Everyone was frozen in fear. Were they finally going to kill us?
I looked up in alarm and saw Kevin frowning in thought, looking at my hurt brother. I looked through the tiny holes on the side of my cage and saw his eyes flashing to me from the holes in his. But he looked away swiftly. But I had to smile. I saw the determination. He hadn't given up after all. I put on my on brave face, hope returning from his strength.
Two guys opened the metal doors and they pushed a new kid through and one girl, the girl that told us she would pray for us, screamed. But it was left unpunished. Her cage was opened and she burst out, disregarding the guns and embraced the younger girl.
"Maia!" She yelled. "Mi hermana!" She yelled, crying hard and the girl looked stunned but hugged her all the same.
"Get off of her!" A demanding voice yelled and the girls were separated at gun point. "We brought your little sister here to take your place Anna." A girl's voice sneered from the speakers. "You see, you weren't the girl we needed after all. Your little sister was. Goodbye Anna."
A gun shot ran just as I forced my eyes closed. No one moved or breathed except for the sobbing little girl, Maia. I will remember your name Maia, I promise you. And you too Anna. I will remember you to my grave.
I felt tears falling down my face and a guy turned to me.
"Oh, look, a cry baby." He sneered and Kevin's eyes got really wide. "Let's toughen 'im up!" He opened my cage.
"NO!" Both of my brothers screamed. "Take us not him!" They yelled but they were ignored. I heard them pounding against my cage but nothing happened to him. I was dragged out forcefully and led to the dreaded doors.
I averted my eyes as I was forced to step over the bloodied and emptied body of Anna. And then I was through the doors.
"Welcome." The man sneered. "I think you know what to expect here. Am I correct?"
I nodded, trying to keep the fear from my face and eyes. But it was so much harder when you were literally starring into the face of fear. It was only me and him but that made it all the scarier. The silence was so complete a feather falling to the floor would sound like an explosion.
"You may speak in here." A woman's voice called and I gathered my courage but I didn't speak. I haven't in ages. "Oh that's right. You're the silent Lucas Boy." She laughed lightly and I looked and finally found the intercom. Her voice seemed familiar somehow, like a long lost memory. "Well we never have to worry about him breaking the no talking rule." She laughed again but it sounded colder. "Teach him what we do to cry babies." She ordered and the guy cracked his knuckles.
"With pleasure Ma'ma." And his fist connected with the side of my face.
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KEVIN'S POV
I was terrified for my little brother. Terrified he would come back with horrific marks. Terrified that he wouldn't come back at all. My eyes found with my other younger brother and I was shocked to see and look of pure hate and intense anger shooting through his dark eyes. His fists were chalk white from the strength of his clench and he was shaking, but not, for once, from cold. I had never seen him like this.
His eyes left the door and found mine and that was when I saw my own fear reflected in his orbs. The hall was alive with mummers and whispers, something someone should have taken care of, but no one did. And yet he and I were the only two how didn't need words to express our feelings to one another. I knew he was livid, disgusted and terrified. And he knew I was too. Why waste words for what we already knew?
"I don't like this." My brother finally whispered, his eyes back on the door. But this time, worry accompanied the other emotions. "It shouldn't be him."
"And it shouldn't be you either." I quickly told him, knowing he was about to say he should be in there. "It shouldn't be any of us." He nodded once and then mended the broken silence, tensing as we waited. "He'll be ok. It's his second time back there. They won't take him." I told him but I don't think he believed me.
"They took my sister the first time." A boy told us and he couldn't have been older than 10. But kids are forced to grow mature here. He may be ten years old, but he had the eyes of a twenty years. I doubted his own parents would recognize him when he got out of here.
"What was her name?" I asked, noting how my younger brother fell deeper into silence.
The boy looked around. "May. She was 13. Why are we here?" He asked, his voice changing form sadness to fear in seconds. "I want my sister and I want to go home!" He cried, his green eyes swiftly tearing.
"You get home soon, with May." I lied and the boy knew he wouldn't as well. He didn't talk to me from then on.
These people needed to die…no even death was too good for them. And then the door opened again and my brother yanked on his cage doors, rage the only thing in his eyes.
And then I looked to my little brother and understood.
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Journal Entry Eight
I was taken again today. Taken and beaten and then thrown into my cage as silence was restored around me. My hurt brother reached his fingers through the bullet holes on the side of his cage and I did the same with mine. We each managed to draw some comfort from the feather touch of our fingers. He had, of course, been worried and this was confirmation to him that I was still here. To me, it was comfort knowing I wasn't alone.
The man that had first taken us and put us in these god-forbid cages was the one that took me to that undecorated back room. The room was bare, no visible doors, but there had to have been one somewhere, like a trap door or something. But that doesn't matter right now. The room was small and the floor was stained with what I knew was blood…some of which I knew to be my own brothers.
A women's voice coming from the intercom had given the order and then…he hit me.
Reader, he beat me for crying because they shot a girl who was just reunited with her sister. They shot her because she wasn't the one they needed after all! And I cried; we all did. And yet I was chosen to take the punishment. Better me than my hurt brother though. He's already done so much for me. I could take this.
The man turned to me and hit me once no the face. Pain exploded from my cheek and I knew a bruise was already forming. And you know what he did, reader? He laughed. He laughed at the way I cringed and held my cheek. He beamed when I doubled over after he brutally kicked my stomach. He looked ecstatic when he had me on my knees.
I was hit 13 times and kicked 7. I had, in total, 15 new bruises. He liked to hit the same spot over and over when he found out what caused me the most pain.
But not once did I cry out. I would never give them the satisfaction of hearing my pain. And I would never hurt my brothers by letting them know I was in it by screaming.
My nickname is Silence. And silence is what I achieved.
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Chibiyu: Ok so Kevin was revealed as the older brother. Who is the narrator, hurt brother, and escaped brother? Who is the woman? Until Next Update!
Sorry for not updating in a few days, life got in the way and writers block. But it's all good now. I hope