Authors Note: Hello everyone! Thank you for waiting so patiently for this chapter. I hope you enjoy it and also! Very graphic and violent scenes will be taking place. So you have been warned. Also, I have decided to just write the story with no interactions due to lack of interest. Sorry. Enjoy!
The first night at Candy House was hell. I spent years, once I had finally escaped, to wipe the memories of all I had to do that night, only to find myself retelling that horrible scene. For years, it had haunted me and for years, I kept pushing the memories to the back of my mind.
Ivan would drag Gilbert to the car, throwing him in the trunk and locking it up. The albino shivered. It was cold outside and the trunk of the car was no exception. Although he was already forced to curl up close together due to the limited space, Gilbert still found himself trying to curl up more, wanting to keep warm.
The trunk was dark and cold and it was very uncomfortable. Occasionally, the car would run over a large bump, Gilbert's body jumping up and hitting against the top. It wasn't a pleasant feeling and neither was the cramped, close space he was stuck in.
The ride seemed to go on forever. 'When was it going to end?' Gilbert had thought.
A part of me wished that car ride had never ended.
One hour would go by. Two. Three. Four.
It felt like almost a whole week had gone by, though it was really only a few 'short' days. Gilbert's stomach was growling and he was thirsty.
Of course, when he was finally let out of the trunk, the albino felt his hair being pulled until he was sitting up. Red eyes would meet purple ones and the pale man shivered. If he thought it was cold at his home, it was nothing compared to this place.
"Welcome home," the Russian said, his voice still candy sweet. It made Gilbert nauseous but he dare didn't speak. "I had all of your belongings already put into your new room. I'm sure that you will find everything suitable. Now, before you settle in, I need you to do a few chores and I need you to go through the initiation before you can actually call yourself a member of this family."
Gilbert swallowed hard. What kind of thing was he going to have to do to become a part of this fucked up 'family'?
Ivan had a look of annoyance across his face. Something had pissed him off. Gilbert only had a brief moment to wonder what had made the Russian annoyed before he felt a ripping sensation on his head. His red eyes would tear up just a little as he frowned.
"You will address me as Sir or Master!" Ivan snapped, ripping out strands of white hair.
"Y-yes Sir!" Gilbert found his voice, his head burning more as hair continued to be pulled out.
"Now," Ivan loosened his grip, his facial expression calm again, "I want you to do some chores."
"What do you want me to do, Sir?" Gilbert spoke, forcing himself to stay calm. He was very annoyed that the other had pulled out some of his hair.
"Oh, something simple." The Russian was grinning, his hand now stroking the white hair.
"Yes sir?" Gilbert made sure to keep his voice low.
"I want you to introduce yourself to everyone and then I want you to clean yourself up before the ceremony to welcome you to your new home," Ivan went back to his sweet voice, lifting the albino out of the car, still using his hair to lift him out, and placed him onto the ground. "Now go."
"Yes sir." Gilbert would hurry off to the house, not daring to defy the other male. Not when he didn't have the upper hand.
Gilbert would rush inside, faces turning to look at him. There was one face that stuck out among the crowd. One that had the look of someone who had long forgotten what hope was. The male had green eyes and medium length brown hair. Gilbert remembered him only briefly from his childhood. It was Toris. The boy Gilbert had spent much of his childhood tormenting and bullying. The albino froze. He couldn't announce himself to everyone with him in the room.
Ivan would enter and everyone's eyes would direct to the ground, everyone but Toris, who remained looking at Gilbert.
"Introduce yourself," Ivan said sharply to the albino.
"Yes sir," Gilbert frowned. "Hello. My name is Gilbert Beilschmidt."
No one would look up at him. There wasn't even a murmur across the room but the albino would continue to look at the dead, green eyes.
"Now, Gilbert. I want you to go and clean the toilets. Since you already seem to know someone here, why don't you have him help you? I'm sure Toris won't mind. He's been here as long as I can remember," Ivan spoke in an amused voice, grinning as if he was pleased with himself.
"Yes sir." Both Gilbert and Toris answered this time.
Ivan would shove Gilbert towards the brunette, walking off, ignoring everyone who bowed at his feet.
Gilbert would stiffly walk over towards Toris, no longer staring at him.
"Follow me," Toris spoke softly, though he took the lead and directed Gilbert to the bathroom.
"Won't we need cleaning supplies?" Gilbert almost instantly regretted asking this.
"We won't need them," Toris's voice shrunk as he spoke.
Gilbert didn't need to ask why. When they entered the bathroom, Gilbert had nearly gagged. It smelled awful and the albino didn't need to wonder if this would get any worse.
Toris would go over to one of the toilets, cleaning it out with his hands. Gilbert felt the vile start to lurch up, swallowing it back down. He would go over to the toilet beside him and do the same thing. Neither of them spoke to one another. They sat there and cleaned in silence.
After the two had finished, the albino would wash off his hands and clean up the sink afterword's. Neither of them spoke to one another and Toris would lead Gilbert out of the bathroom and to the main entrance. Ivan was there again, his purple eyes looking in the direction where Gilbert had stood.
"Are you ready for your initiation?" Something about Ivan's voice was terribly sweet.
"Yes sir." Gilbert answered, Toris hurrying off.
If there was one thing I regretted most, it was this initiation ceremony.
Ivan led Gilbert over to the dining hall, letting Gilbert sit in the guest of honor seat. He had hungry eyes looking at him from every direction, a heavy hand pressed against his shoulder. Ivan was standing right behind him, grinning.
"Bring out the feast," Ivan chimed, the weight on Gilbert's shoulder growing.
There was a moment of silence, eyes now directed to the kitchen door, where a large platter, carried by six different men, would be brought into the room and sat down in front of Gilbert. The lid was lifted, a terrible smell wafting throughout the room. On the platter rested a dead body, face peeled off so Gilbert couldn't identify the dead, cooked person in front of him. He felt even more nauseous than he when he cleaned out the toilets.
"You get the honor of taking the first bite," a sort of chuckle rose in the Russian's throat, "And then, since you will become a part of my family, you will receive a new name."
Gilbert swallowed hard. He couldn't eat another person. He sat there, almost defiantly. Bad choice.
Ivan would grab the white hair and slam Gilbert's face over and over again into the cooked body. He felt his nose pop, blood trickling from it. Eventually, Ivan kept his head buried against the dead person, making Gilbert gag and throw up. This only pissed Ivan off more.
"You ruined everyone's meal!" He snapped, ripping Gilbert's head back, the blood still pouring from his nose. He would then slam Gilbert against the 'food' once again before pulling the leg of the chair off, causing Gilbert to tumble over. He was covered in his own vomit, blood, and whatever was on that dead body. Gilbert curled up, feeling a foot slam against his ribcage, a few of the bones snapping. Gilbert let out a yelp, wishing that somebody, anybody at that table would make Ivan stop. He wanted his brother. His father. Somebody. He just didn't want to be here.
After what seemed like an eternity, the beating finally stopped and Ivan, now calmed down, put Gilbert back onto the chair which he sat upright.
"I want you to have the honor of taking the first bite," Ivan said again, as if that whole incident had never happened, "And then you will receive your new name."
Rather than disobeying Ivan, Gilbert would answer silently, "Yes sir," take a knife and fork, pretending that the person in front of him was just another animal, and cut off a piece, eating it.
Instantly, Gilbert wanted to throw up but he forced the meat down his throat and Ivan clapped, everyone else in the room doing the same.
"Now, to continue with our ceremony, Gilbert, you will now be known as Blood Eye."
Gilbert wouldn't question why it was Eye and not Eyes. He didn't want to know why. He sat there in silence as everyone around him ate silently.
I didn't have to wait for long to find out why Eye was not plural.
When the ceremony had ended, Ivan called Gilbert over and smiled sweetly to him.
"Well, Blood Eye, you certainly have made quite a commotion at your initiation. So, sadly, I have to punish you."
Hadn't Gilbert already been punished? Without much time to ponder, there was a sharp stab to his left eye, everything going dark. He soon felt something strange and excruciatingly painful being pulled out. Ivan snickered and, in his hand, was a bloody red eye. He smirked and threw it on the ground, stepping on it. It made an unpleasant squishy noise and Gilbert passed out.
I don't remember much else after that. All I knew was that I was in pain. I wanted to die. I couldn't move due to my previous injuries and now I couldn't open my eyes. Or rather, eye. Blood Eye. That was my new name and it fit well, I suppose.
Authors Note: So how was it? Did you enjoy this chapter? Was it too violent for your taste? Not violent enough? Well, I'm not sure what to tell you about that because it will probably only get worse. R&R F&F and have a nice day!