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Chapter 22

The beginning of Inhumane

"Yes I know what happened."

"I am sorry my Lord, I did not mean to let him escape."
"That is of no consequence," the voice was strange coming so softly and comforting, "we will make him ours soon. You are sure you can convince him?"

"I know his own mind better than he does," she smirked and her eyes glittered menacingly.

"That is pleasant news," those dark eyes would have mirrored that glee had they been able to mirror anything but darkness, "and you saw them as well didn't you."

"Yes, both the Reclaimer and the Bearer were with them."

"Excellent. I look forwards to your next report Lieutenant."

"Yes my Lord."

The chamber was so suddenly dark and silent that it was as if she hadn't been talking at all, as if it were all in her head. Of course it could have been, for all intents and purposes; sometimes she found it hard to distinguish between reality and dreams and telepathy when dealing with someone or something so strong.

She shook her head, her long auburn hair dancing around her face as she smiled outright.

"Thought I was dead didn't you," she said to no one in particular, flicking her nails absently against the palm of her hand, "silly, silly little boy."

Yet she laughed at this statement, the darkness swallowing her mirth as if it were something foreign to be destroyed. Her mouth was a cruel smirk as she brought her hand up to finger the heady bruise bursting from her pale cheek. No, he wasn't that same little brat of a boy she had known from so long ago, it was different now. He had definitely grown, a man now, even if he was still imperfect unlike herself.

"All those wounds, all that blood little brother," she mused as she stood, lighting the room with the casual flick of a nearby light switch, "and for what? One measly mortal life? You really have changed while I've been away. Perhaps I should have kept a closer eye on you."

The now illuminated room did not show much more promise in the light than it did in the darkness. The floor was mostly bear with polished wooden floorboards. There was a table in the middle of the room, low and long with small tablets and parchments neatly propped along its surface. It stood stark against the nakedness of the room, just like the large windows did, dominating on half of the rooms walls. Thick and dark they sprawled the walls, sporting French trellis's on the outside as well as sliding doors to reach the patio. She walked forwards, bare feet making no noise on the perfect, gleaming floorboards, and settled herself in the direct centre of the room. The encompassing dark windows were overpowering yet she only continued to smirk inwardly, laughing every now and then seemingly at nothing.

"Oh my," she muttered, crossing her legs and relaxing, her face contorting to a relaxed state, "oh my, my, my. That's what you think is it?"

Her face twitched, her eye constricting and her brow furrowed. She sent her mind out, like a pet it flew through the windows and out into the sky. It was a strange sensation being out of your head, literally, but she was used to it. Of course, being slightly deranged always helped. Yet, even if she was now one of the Order, she only had one goal. It had always only been one goal.

"I will burrow deep. Deep into the mind of mine enemy and out his conquests of old and new."

She strained her link further, pouring her mind into his as sand through an hourglass; discreet and unnoticed.

"I know your thoughts…I see your mind…I'm coming for you little one. I'm coming for you."

AN: Just a short update, hardly elucidatory or even barely illustrative…oh well! Please R&R.