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Chapter 3: New Home

After reaching an apartment complex, the creature took her into an apartment he had sensed was the largest in the area. Upon entering the apartment, he set her down on her feet, closing the door firmly behind him.

Looking up at the giant 'man' before her, she decided to speak up.

"Why am I here…? Why didn't that little girl come with us? Why did you leave her behind? She could get killed by those damn things out there!" She shouts at the creature before her, which took almost every ounce of bravery she could summon within her soul to speak aggressive towards him.

Simply he responded by shaking his head, showing he was very skeptical of her beliefs as he was not worried about the girl what so ever.

The Executioner wanted to leave the girl to continue his normal duties, but his orders given prevented this decision as his master told him specifically not to leave her presence.

"Can I go home? I just want to get out of here…when I try, I always find myself going in circles even though I keep going in the same direction…"

The Executioner simply seems to observe her as she stands before him.

She then gets curious.

"…can you see me? Can you see anything at all…?"

This would definitely not be an easy thing for him to answer, as he only seen things as his mind puts them together with extraordinarily precise detail which is shockingly accurate as if he was seeing things with his own eyes.

Simply avoiding having to somehow explain all that to her, he nods.

It was not a lie, as he could basically see her inside his mind.

"How?"

He only grunted in response, hoping she would stop with all the questions, he knew humans were extremely curious creatures, but this was beyond what he thought the amount of curiosity was.

Remembering humans had symbols to silently communicate to one another through body language, he lifted his hand to bring one finger up in front of his helmet as a hissing sound expelled from his hidden mouth, basically telling her to be quiet.

This seemed to bum her out as she walked away from him and into a nearby room, exploring her surroundings.

Hecate's pov:

I have no idea why I am allowing myself to be held in this apartment like a prison by that creature.

Why not try to kill him? Why not try escaping through a window? Why am I not begging to be released? Would he kill me? What are his limits in his temper? Could the simplest thing push him over the edge and end me?

Through all these questions, what she doesn't understand the most is why she feels very…safe…around this hulking creature.

"…what is this place doing to me…" I whisper quietly to myself.

I begin redirecting my thoughts as I approach the kitchen and begin searching through the cabinets and fridge, to my astonishment, everything is stocked full of food.

Picking what I want to make for dinner, I begin to make myself food. Remembering that the creature is here with me, I decide to make him food as well.

does he even eat though? Does he even have a mouth? I think to myself.

Throwing a bit of everything together, just to see what he likes and doesn't like, I bring both plates into the living room only to discover he is nowhere in sight. Placing the plates down on the coffee table in the living room, I begin to search the apartment for him. He is gone.

"Where did he go?" I ask myself.

Returning to the living room, a dark child who was not there before sat on the couch.

Realizing it's the girl from before, I give her a friendly smile, not really thinking about how she got in here.

"Hello again" I say.

"Two plates? Were you planning to have guests?" The girl asks me in a voice which sounded as though she already knew the answer, yet remained silent, letting me answer.

"I…I wanted to give it to that…man…does he even eat…? Also…where did he go?"

A smile creeping onto the girl's face as she speaks, "Yes, he does eat, but he doesn't eat what you think."

"What do you mean?"

"About your other question," the girl brushes off my previous question, "you know where he went, by now you should know."

"The Otherworld…?"

"Yes." Alessa responds as the world shifts around us as the features around us change into the same appearance as it was once the creature first brought me here.

"Now we are back in The Otherworld, for as long as we like." She says with a smile.

"How did you do that…?"

"I am not what you think I am…"

"With what I have seen the last few days, I'm not surprised if you end up being a creature like the others here."

The sound of heavy metal dragging against cement screeches as the sound gets louder, causing me to look towards the door. Eyes wide, I begin to worry and become fearful.

"…Is he still nice…?"

"Yes." Alessa responds.