Ben's left eye burned with a stinging sensation. So much that he couldn't even keep it open which he probably should because he ran into other wall. Having two eyes would probably help him find his sister faster. Then he saw her pink figure standing against the counter, he stumbled over to her. "Jane," He whined "Help I got pink eye from the ball pit."
"Again?"
"Again." He said with his eye going to the floor.
"If you keep getting pink eye i'm going to send you to the room." She said pointing down the hall to the left then she lead him to the restrooms with the nice change of not running into walls. As for the room, they'd discovered it a while after they started up and none of them felt like they should go in there. The room had such a scary feeling to it that no one ever stayed there long enough to even look for the light switch. Mostly because it felt like something in there was going to grab them.
"So, there's no magic spells for pink eye?" Said Jane, Ben shrugged. Ben had a magical amulet around his neck. It was very powerful but he was only good doing a few spells before he would push it too much.
"Well I can't see so I might as well turn my eyes into chipmunks."
"I'd like to see that to be honest," They'd made it to the restrooms. "Now go in and-" Just when they thought they were safe the squeal of a noise maker scared the lights out of both of them. The one who scared them of course was none other than the optimistic Jeff. Jeff was loud, brightly colored, shorter than both of them, and always energetic. He was also of course Jane's boyfriend who enjoyed messing with the two siblings.
"Now I know I need to use the restroom." Said Ben as he walked into the restroom. Jane plucked her little lover off where he was standing. "What do you think you're doing yah vermin?" Asked Jane.
"What are you a cowgirl now?" Jeff said as he was still lifted in her death grip. Jane never knew her own strength sometimes and he tried not to show that her grip was kind of hurting his side. "I reckon so and caught me a little piglet." He laughed at her remark that he was a pig and not even a big one for that matter. Of course, being a jealous twelve year old that could hear them, Ben did the reasonable thing and started making gagging noises at the two from inside the bathroom.
"Be quiet Ben you're just a loser!" Jane yelled in response as she ran away with her lover. Ben yelled insults at them from the bathroom. Their joy didn't last long. Jeff had to leave her company and Ben came back soon after, a little less red eyed. He shoved his bigger sister into the ball pit when he passed her.
This had been their last moment when they were all truly together.
A shriek of a little girl went through them like a paralyzing shock. Unlike one of the many joyful shrieks the one they heard was out of fear. They all turned their heads with a mechanical zip. Emily was the name of the little girl who screamed. She had been one of their favorites even though they were not allowed to admit it. Sneaking her extra tokens, letting her wander around and have pizza where some of the ways they showed affection towards her. So when this older kid pushed her and made her fall with a shriek, they had all been alarmed. Jane was the first to go over there. Pre-coded conflict resolution text came back to her. The boy laughed at them when they approached. He has a dark blue sweater and black short hair.
"Excuse me but the family dinner does not-" Jane started but she was cut off by his laughter.
"I'm not going to listen to a prerecorded message." Snapped the boy. Jeff arrived and stepped forward feeling the need to take this matter into his hands.
"Listen, we don't tolerate this behavior here if you want to continue this then the exit is right over there." He said gesturing to the large doors behind him that were beaming sunlight. When Jeff turned back to him he never saw the boy deliver a hard kick to his chest. Jeff's eyes were closed and he heard a scream. He couldn't tell if it was from the fall or the scream that caused his glass eyes to shatter.
The two siblings watched in shocked horror. Ben was trembling. Jane looked to the boy but then the flickers of light that came from Jeff's eyes caught hers. Jeff rose to his feet and faced the boy with his now empty, black, eyes. His friends, his family, watched him agape.
Anger infested Jeffrey.
With love comes mercy. And the voice from others that love you is that voice that tells you to stop and give mercy upon another.
Jeff's mercy was long gone as his body was now washed away of all love with hate. His fingers tensed like claws. He lunged at the boy and tore him open with his hands. He had ripped his stomach and the boy was bleeding profundantly. As he mutilated the boy on the ground, screaming and voices were oblivious to Jeff as hot blood rushed around his ears. The boy painfully went limp under Jeff. Jeff came back to his senses once he saw what his anger had done. What it did was murder a child. What it did was scare his family and countless more. He had murdered a child. He turned to the horrified faces of his family and he knew he had to go.
He ran past them, past everyone, into the room no one dared to go. It now had some purpose. Or maybe this is what the purpose was all long? Being more afraid of himself was more engulfing than the fear of going into the room. In the pitch black darkness of the room, a light illuminated the side of a steel crossbeam where Jeff jumped on, piercing his stomach and taking his life.