(Silver P.O.V) (A/N Poll! Poll! Yes! I am desperate! Don't judge! :3 NO EMMA! Jordan doesn't die!)

"What~ Not afraid of me anymore~?" Vincent smirked.

"What is there to be afraid of? You're just a pain in the ass!" I sneered. He laughed,

"I see where you get your stubbornness from~" He smiled.

"It's the best trait I've ever received, helps me deal with thorns in my side," I growled.

"And you think I'm bad~ Try a knife in my side, that's all you ever were," Vincent spat.

"You're the one who started this all!" I yelled, "You could've just left me alone, but noooo, you had to make my life a living hell!" I crossed my arms, turning around. "Why can't you just leave me alone..."

I felt cold hands grasp my shoulders, "Why, for many reasons~ Reasons you'll never know."

I kicked him and ran a few feet away, "Quit it! I'm sick and tired of your stupid mind bending skills!"

"I can destroy the minds of children like you, messing with me is the worst mistake you've ever made." He smirked at me.

I huffed, backing up on the bridge, and Vincent walked forward for every step I took back.

"Looks like someone's afraid~" He purred.

"I-I'm not afraid of you," I flinched. I was obviously scared of him, I didn't want him to lay a hand on me again.

"Your fear tells me otherwise~" Vincent laughed. I tightened my fists, feeling my palms, I felt they were wet, from the small amount of sweat dripping down my arms. Which was either caused by heat or fear.

Either way, I was freaking out right now.

"What's wrong, little flinch~? Running out of room to run?~"

I turned around, realizing in a few more steps my back would be against the wall. I panicked, what was I supposed to do? I had nowhere to run, nowhere to go. Crud, crud, crud.

Now I was to the wall, I pressed myself up against it and I was met with burning hot bricks. So I immediately recoiled from the wall, my back possibly being burned. But now, he was right in front of me.

Grabbing my arm, Vincent pressed it up against the wall. And I began to hear a hissing noise as my skin felt like it was malting off my bone.

"Hurts, doesn't it little flinch?"

I howled in plain, feeling my hand being taken off, I seethed.

But now I felt something different, I felt something cold and sharp, digging into my hand. I screamed, having no idea what kind of object seemed to be carving into my skin.

Within seconds, I heard fast, heavy footsteps approach me.

"GET YOUR FILTHY KNIVES OFF MY SISTER!"