Uhhh so yeah, hi. I know I haven't updated in a while, long story short I haven't had a ton of motivation lately. I've had this chapter written for a long while, but recently I finished writing the next chapter and I remembered to post this.
Time for some responses, sorry if somethings wrong in on mobile right now.
Someone asked about Romania and Bulgaria (and possibly Moldova, I don't remember and, like I said, I'm on mobile) I have plans for them! Bulgaria not so much because I know diddly squat about him and his character, and Moldova might not come in till later but Romania I have plans for! and you may see him sooner than you think ;)
Someone told me I should start using semicolons, and you're absolutely right! I was never taught how to use them properly but I'm trying, not in this chapter bc this was written a wile ago but next chapter; hopefully it's better.
Someone gave a huge list of powers, thank you so much! I might use some I haven't really looked at this story in a while but I very much appreciate it, you're a savior.
Someone said something bout a traumatized Abnormal who chooses not to talk, I have something planned like that but I might use you're advice at some point.
[Edit: upon looking I learned that these are all from the same person! In that case, thank you so much for reviewing, it actually makes my feel like I'm doing at least something right]
Also no one guessed my foreshadowing thing, you thought it'd be that obvious ;) no but in all honesty I'd never hurt a character ;))
MoNsTeRs
-Unknown location, America-
A girl sat crouched in the corner of a dark room. She couldn't see anything in front of her, but she could hear them. Her friends had come back.
"Natalya, please. They aren't going to stop until you do."
The girl looked upwards to the ghostly figure of a young boy, no more than nine. He was covered in blood and he was missing an arm. The poor boy, he had been killed by these monsters.
"I will not stop giving them hell. I want my family back."
"They aren't going to give them back, you know this. That isn't how they work."
"I don't care," She looked back down as though that was final.
The boy gave up, he floated toward Natalya and hovered above her.
"Go away."
"Natalya, please..."
"No. I am going to make them pay." The room started shaking. The boy's form flickered.
"Nat-"
"They are going to regret ever touching my family!" The boy disappeared, but the room didn't stop shaking. Natalya's hair flew around her, her eyes became white.
"They are going to pay! THEY ARE GOING TO PAY!" She was screaming as loud as she could. The lights in the hallway burst, the door was thrown off its hinges.
Natalya stepped out of the room, her feet not quite touching the floor. The halls were filled with ghosts and demons, each one disappearing the minute they saw her. Even the dead were scared of her.
"'YOU ARE ALL GOING TO PAY!'"
Sirens blared, bathing the hallways in red light. Scientists, no, monsters ran to her only to find themselves thrown into the wall as though they weighed nothing. They didn't move, but their ghosts vanished too. They wanted to be far away from her. She noted the blood.
'These monsters are going to pay for what they've done.'
-Linebreak-
Lights were flashing, people were screaming, and not one of the hundreds of cameras worked. They displayed nothing but static, only occasionally would they switch and show a pale girl floating above the ground.
She was getting closer to the head office.
Lisa DiVaulderbilt was terrified, she knew what 113 could do. The Director was long gone, he had fled the minute the sirens went off, but he had left Lisa to deal with the subject. Then, all the lights shut down.
Everything was pitch black, and the sirens had stopped. Lisa did not want to deal with the subject, she would rather pet a rabid dog. Grabbing a flashlight and turning it on, she stood and walked toward the door.
'Thud'
Lisa jumped. What was that? The window on the door shook, and as Lisa turned the flashlight onto the window she saw blood. A handprint made of blood was painted onto the window. She screamed, where did the blood come from? There was no one in the hall, and on further inspection the whole place seemed deserted.
Luckily, this was merely a compound for trouble subjects, there were no other subjects for miles. In fact, for better or for worse the doors leading outside were completely locked and the building was surrounded by more security than anywhere else in the compound. 113 would be shot down before going anywhere.
Unfortunately, that meant Lisa was trapped inside with a demon.
113 had to be somewhere, and she had to be somewhere that there was control of the power. There was one room that held the power sources, but it was usually bolted shut. Lisa could do one of two things, she could wait for security to arrive and help, or she could try and calm the subject down. She decided to wait it out, and checked the lock on the door.
It was broken.
She wasn't safe in this room, at any moment the subject could come in. There went that plan.
Lisa stepped out of the room, ignoring the horrible smell of blood, and shuffled down the hallway to the big doors that led outside. Turning her flashlight to the walls, she saw that the handprint wasn't the only painting made with blood. The walls were covered in it, and there was writing that said things like "YOU WILL PAY", "MONSTERS" and "THEY SAY HELLO" and possibly the most terrifying and ambiguous, "THE HALLS ARE ALIVE".
The subject was obviously unstable, and it was now clear to Lisa that any wrong move could make the situation worse.
The big doors were locked. Of course they were, they always were. Lisa slowly moved down the hall, with her back facing the wall at all times. She could hear the subject singing, it sounded like a lullaby in a language that sounded like Russian. No, Lisa thought, Belorussian. The subject was from Belarus. The melody was chilling.
Every now and then there was a tap on one of her shoulders. The hand that tapped her was frigid and bony. She moved slowly, steadily for what she guessed was about a half hour and finally made it to the room 113 was supposed to be held in. The door was bent inward and off the hinges, and the room had scratch marks all around it. Someone grabbed her shoulders.
"HeLlO mOnStEr." The voice was deep and broken, but it was so clearly 113. The accent was there to prove it.
"Hello, subject 113."
"YoU aRe In My WaY."
Lisa tried not to scream or cry, she tried to keep her voice level so as to not show this demon any fear.
"How so?"
"YoU wIlL nOt LeT mE sEe My FaMiLy."
"No subject is allowed to see anyone unless they are permitted."
"I wAnT tO sEe My FaMiLy."
"You are not allowed to."
"I wAnT yOu To AnSwEr A qUeStIoN fOr Me."
"A-and what would that be?"
"YoUr AnSwEr DiCtAtEs YoUr SaFeTy."
"I... I see."
"YoU sHoUlD aNsWeR hOnEsTlY."
"I will."
"DiD yOu HuRt ThEm?"
"No. We tested on them, punished them when needed, but I wouldn't say we hurt them." The grip on her shoulder tightened.
"YoU mOnStEr. YoU hUrT tHeM."
"I-I would... I would not say that."
"YoU wIlL pAy!"
The nails dug into her shoulders, puncturing her skin. She felt the warmth of blood before she could not feel or think any more. 113 started singing again.
'You monsters will all pay in due time~'