CHAPTER 3: UNLEASHED

Cold sweat dripping at her face with her eyes wide open like dinner plates. Her mouth is open and she clasped her hands. She looked horrified and felt like screaming but she can't. She stepped back of that door and tiptoed fast enough just to get out of that place-just to get away from that door, from that weird looking great door. She finally reached the kitchen door, opened it and stood still then leaned on the sink. She turned the faucet and washed her hands, then her face. She's breathing heavily, like as if have gone into a race. Whatever she saw must be a shocking one, judging by her movements. After doing the washing ritual, she got a glass and opened the fridge to get some water. She poured it unto the glass then drank it. Until...

CRASH!

Shards of the glass scattered within the ceramic tiled floor. Water flowed but it doesn't stand a chance to the overflowing emotions that Ryanne was feeling now. A lone shadow was crawling across the wall lights. There was that hair rising happening that she accidentally witnessed a while ago, now here comes the what-so-called ghost that making her freak out. She wasn't even sure if it's really a ghost, maybe because of her vivid imaginary concept that makes her think the other way. She sighed and then started to clean the mess.

"What are you doing here? This time of night?"

"Rei!"

Ryanne almost screamed as she stood up and faced Rei. She was surprised and wondering at the same time. Why on earth did he look like that? He's a mess! Rei looked like someone was torturing him; bruises and cuts were seemingly visible in his half-naked body. Added to that, he was wearing some sort of a look like grimace blended with a grin, making Ryanne suspicious more than ever.

"You bastard, what's with the look? You almost scared me," she scolded.

Rei smirked and then walked towards her, leaning until their faces met.

"You looked like one," he answered.

She sighed and got up to throw the collected bits into the wastebasket. "Yeah right, whatever," she retorted back then her eyes rolled.

"Say, Rei, whatever happened to you that damaged your body?" she asked.

It took a minute before he could answer. "Well, Bryan and I had something to fix up there" he said, gesturing his pointing finger upward. "Some thorny stuff fell over me when we were busy doing it, and I'm lucky enough to get these." Then, he got a glass of water from the fridge and poured the contents into his bruised body, which shocked Ryanne. This outrageous act made her stand up and shouted Rei followed by a slap in the elbow.

"What on earth are you trying to do now, Kon? Making yourself numb?"

And then she pouted.

Rei slowly turned his head.

"That. Is. Cold compress."

"Yeah, yeah, such sloth. You haven't even cleaned your wounds. Anyway, we've got to do that before doing any UNNECESSARY precautions or whatever's on your mind, duh," she scolded and then retrieved the glass from Rei's hand.

"Then... Do it."

Ryanne began cleaning Rei's bruises with the use of an ethyl alcohol. It smelled very feminine, but that's not the point why Rei is complaining about the types of alcohol she should use in cleaning, and it also include the cotton and the brand. Rei is very choosy regarding this situation, which made Ryanne annoyed and accidentally cut him with a scalpel.

"Hey! Are you really sure and aware of what you are doing or just pretending to be? You wounded me with a scalpel!"

"You fidgeted, that's what- and of course I'm sure! A little cut wouldn't hurt-not with the scalpel."

She finished the process with the application of the bandage in his left arm. "There," she sighed. "Better," she added.

Rei just smiled, not a grin or a smirk, but an unusual one, maybe one of its kind. It regards of something that is unexplainable, but common. He left the kitchen, and Ryanne watched the figure go, vanish in the lonesome darkness of the hall.

She was alone again. Left by the same person.

Ryanne gripped tightly at the handle as she peeked through the hole at the great door along the corridor. Faces blurred, bizarre images still played in that room. She wasn't sure if what she's bearing in mind were her imagination or the truth. She can't visualize the images, but she can clearly state what they were doing. Way too right what they were doing.

Two figures atop on a handsomely carved wooden bed, without any mattresses and of course, the cover. The dominant one pushed itself hard on the one who is underneath. It seemed like a push, until they shared into a furious lip lock. They parted, shortly, gasping for breath, then the one atop leaned slowly into its mate, tracing wet kisses from its lip line, way down into the shoulder. It licked the shoulder blade, savoring the flesh while the other enjoyed. Then, without warning, the one licking it suddenly bit the shoulder so hard that small quantities of blood spurted and staining the other one's milk white skin.

"What... who are they?"

With all the confusion, Ryanne left the corridor.

The door opened.

"Who did that to you?"

"You know..."

"Does suspicion arises?"

"Still in the safe zone."

Silence still reined the chaotic nativity.