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Chapter 2

Day 5

He lies in a cage, in the dark, alone. Curling up to himself, he started shaking from the cold. It was probably winter by now, the house held no heat.

He swallowed hard, looking up to the top of the cage, it was small and cramped. He hated being alone, he hated knowing even his own brother had forgotten about him… His captor made sure he knew.

He couldn't move his arm, every breath burned and his throat was dry.

He had long given up on trying getting away, he tries not to scream or cry anymore, he doesn't want to give his captor that pleasure.

He knew he was going to die here. He just wondered when the man will finally put him at rest.

The dim light came on and he tried turning to get a look but even the yellow light burned his eyes, causing him to squint. His left eye held a black circle and both of them were rimmed red from crying too much and from being in the dark for too long.

The man walked up to the cage, undoing the lock and opening, pulling the leash that was around the others neck. The beaten man didn't move; he didn't want to be a subject to his beatings anymore.

"Come, now," he said, pulling the leash hard enough to choke him and force him out of the cage.

The man coughed once the leash wasn't choking him anymore and he was out of the cage. He was thirsty, he needed water…

"Get on your knees" the taller of the two commanded. The leashed man obeyed, looking up into the others eyes that contained nothing but sick, evil pleasure.

The man backed away, taking out the knife he was holding. The leashed man turned away, looking to the ground.

The captor looked at him in disgust, bringing up his boot, he put it under the others chin and brought it up to look him in the eyes, "Do not look away from me…"

He removed the boot and then brought it back once more, only to collide with the others face, causing him to cry out and hold his cheek when he fell to the floor.

"Pathetic piece of shit." He giggled, loving the sight of the smaller man sprawled on the floor, broken.

He kicked him over onto his back then straddled him, slowly caressing down his cheek softly, gently…

Then he grabbed his chin, pushing his head to the right then taking the knife, pressing the blade against the pale, scar less cheek.

"So perfect…" He murmured, pressing harder, slicing down. The injured male flinched and squeezed his eyes shut, grinding his teeth.

He tried getting away from the knife but the hand holding onto his chin kept him from even attempting it.

He moved the knife away, watching the blood flow down the pale cheek. He brought his face down to the wound, peeking out his tongue and lapping up some blood.

Smiling, he pulled back, wiping the blood that was on his lower lip. "Mmm…" His hand that was on the others chin let go but then very lightly, he trailed his hand over the others lips, then nose, and then he circled his index finger around the injured mans right eye.

"You have such beautiful eyes…"

The shorter ones breathing picked up, he knew this sweetness wouldn't last long at all. His personality changes went by so fast, the kindness rarely showed itself and lasted barely a minute.

The one in charge bent down, pressing his lips softly to the others but when he pulled back, that evil look was back.

He was right, the nails of the other dug into the skin below his eye and he flinched before two fingers pressed over his eye gently,

"I wish I had eyes like yours." He growled, and then began to press the two fingers into the side of his eye, digging inside,

The shorter one cried out, clutching the hand, but he didn't push it away. He learned long ago not to deny the other anything, it would only get worse.

He curled his fingers inside and began to pull out the right eye. The person below him struggled and gasped, tears running out from his left eye. That eye was squeezed shut, and he felt the others jaw tense. So with one last strong tug, the eye popped out and he held it into his hand, staring at it while his other hand went over the now bleeding hole in the others face.

The now one eyes man gasped, breathing hard, now only one tear ran down his cheek, mixed with blood. His lip began to bleed as well, the aftermath of biting it from being in that much pain.

"And soon… I will"

Matthew Williams sat at the kitchen table, shaking. He was once again alone in the house with just Ivan, but the Russian was upstairs sleeping. The doctor had come the day before; Ivan doesn't have a fever, sore throat, or anything else. So he took a sample of blood and said he will call back in a couple of days with the results.

The Canadians nightmares have increased, showing two people that he can never identify. The eyes, mouth and nose were blurred out and he could barely make out the color of their hair.

They kept getting worse, each time it was a different scene, but there was always blood. Always.

He stared at the plate of dinner before him, he had made it, and it was two pancakes. Breakfast for dinner. He hadn't felt like making anything else. It was about 8, it was dark outside and he was so tired…

He pushed the plate of pancakes away and put his head down on his arms, closing his eyes and fell asleep.

…..

Jolting awake, he looked around the room, the light was off and he figured Alfred and Arthur had come home because he was now lying on the couch, guess they were too lazy to bring him up the stairs.

He slowly sat up and looked at the clock above the TV; it was closing in on 3 AM.

Matthew started to get up but felt a force against him and was pushed back on the couch. He looked around, searching to see if anyone was in the room. But there was no one.

He heard a groan and the floor creaked under some kind of weight to his right. He looked, but still, no one.

"I'm hearing things…" He whispered to himself, chuckling half heartedly.

Seeing a flash of white, he gasped, pulling his feet onto the couch, pressing his knees to his chest and searched the room, looking for that white flash again.

He looked to where he heard another creak, this time; it was the door to the kitchen. It opened slowly; the light in that room was on.

He stared at the door opening, waiting for something to happen. He flinched back away from a plate that was thrown out of the door and hit the wall opposite of the kitchen.

He was too scared to scream, move, or say anything. He was frozen.

He stared inside the kitchen and couldn't believe his eyes when the doors to the cabinets began to open and close rapidly, almost laughing at him; mocking.

On the wall in the kitchen, he saw a shadow of a person. Finding his bearings, he got up to go investigate.

"Alfred…?" He whispered, it better not be him! I'll kill him if it is… This has gone too far…

Once he was in the kitchen, the shadow was gone and no one was inside. The cabinets that were still moving stopped, a few were left open while some glided to shutting.

He was about to step out of the kitchen when he heard a noise, like a footstep, so looking back he didn't see anything and the light went out.

A scream echoed into the kitchen, but it wasn't Matthews. It was inhuman, causing the hair on the back of his neck to rise, the blood in his body seemed to almost freeze.

Animals around the house stopped moving, afraid of what was happening in the house.

Matthew clamped his hands over his eyes and shut his eyes, screaming with whatever it was.

The other screaming stopped before a small groan floated in the air and everything was still. The light went back on but the Canadian was still screaming, hands over ears and eyes still shut.

He felt a hand go over his mouth and he jumped, trying to pull it off and got away, staring into wide blue eyes.

"What was that?" Alfred almost stuttered, looking around the room.

Arthur also appeared, "Why did you scream?"

"I didn't at first! Something screamed at me, I don't- it- I'm…" He tried to catch his breath, "I-I'm scared…"

Alfred pulled his brother into a hug and stroked his hair, "It's okay to be scared Mattie," Then he whispered into his ear, "I'll protect you."

Matthew smiled and pulled away from his brother.

"What happened here?" Arthur said, pointing to the broken plate on the ground after he turned on the living room light.

Matthew didn't want to tell them, he was too scared to relive what just happened so he shook his head.

"Alright. Well, go to sleep, lad. I'll clean it up in the morning, okay?"

Matthew nodded and was led upstairs to his room by his brother and once inside, he said goodnight to Alfred and went to the bed. Ivan was awake but didn't ask anything, only wrapped up the smaller one into his arms then fell fast asleep.

But the blond couldn't fall back asleep. He was still shaking; his eyes darted all over the room, lingering just slightly on the corners. He wanted to feel safe, he was always safe in the others strong arms…

But he didn't feel that way now…

He felt a cold breeze by his left ear and a small, deep whisper,

"It's okay to be afraid…"