A seemingly human girl and her other half get captured by a man that knows what she is, and what she'd capable of. Their story begins with blood and tears.
(Part one only)
This trip was supposed to be a relaxing get-away, a time for us to be together without the stress of our parent’s constant verbal disapproval. It was meant to bring us closer together, but right now… I’d never felt father away from him. And I cursed my own name now, it’d been my idea to come out here, therefore it was my fault that this had all happened, his death was my fault…
I’d been sobbing since it happened; my eyes hadn’t been dry since early the previous morning, when things had been normal. “Max?” I whispered my voice thick and broken. I brushed his blond bangs – soaked with blood and sweat – out of his closed eyes; his head lay in my lap as I knelt on the hard packed dirt floor of… well wherever we were. He didn’t move, he hadn’t for several hours, nor had he made a sound. I kept my hand on his beautiful cheek as I cried, “Baby c’mon please… please come back to me. Baby please? Max?” I watched his face for any sign of life, but there was just… nothing.
I knew he was dead, I’d known the second that I heard the blade tear through his chest… I’d known when he’d crumpled to the ground in a pool of his own blood, and I knew now, as I ran my fingers down his cheek and over the vein in his neck – no pulse. But I couldn’t admit it, I couldn’t let myself believe it was true or I would lose it.
And so I cried, out of fear and frustration. We’d tried everything to get out, exhausted all ideas for escape. We’d been trying to come up with a plan before… before it happened. The thing had come back again, and Max had yelled at it for scaring me; he’d told the thing to let me go and just keep him. This – for some unfathomable reason – angered the creature. It’d howled right back at Max in an odd, crackling language and then… and then it stabbed him.
I’d just screamed, I couldn’t think of anything else to do, and the thing had smiled at me when he heard me. It looked… human. But I knew it couldn’t be; the way it moved, talked, even the way it looked at us was… foreign, graceful in an utterly terrifying sort of way. It wasn’t like anything I’d ever seen before… it was tall – maybe 6’4” – with dark hair and the brightest blue eyes I’d ever seen before; it wasn’t particularly strong looking, in fact it was quit thin and lanky looking, but it’d dragged Max and me down here without any difficulties – and you better believe we struggled.
“Hearts beats fast, colors and promises. How to be brave, how can I love when I’m afraid to fall? But watching you stand alone, all of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow. One step closer. I have died every day waiting for you, darling don’t be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years, I’ll love you for a thousand more…” I sang in a whispery and cracking voice, I hadn’t quite been able to end the sobbing yet. The song A Thousand Years – written by Christina Perri for a certain movie series I’d previously been a fan of – was the song I sang now; I prayed that it would wake something in Max; I hoped that it might bring him back to me… I’d never needed him more than I did now.
Nothing. As I sat holding him, running my fingers through his damp and bloodied hair, nothing about his condition got better, he just lay there limp and lifeless… I sighed and leaned my head back against the dirt wall behind us, I had no idea where we were, and it did me no good to know anyway. There was no way out of here other than the ginormous iron door that was as thick as the concrete in an underground parking lot, and you couldn’t open it from this side – we’d tried, many times. Nothing about this room was normal… it was made of dirt that had been packed down hard so that it wouldn’t crumble when touched. It was a circular room, with oil lamps all around, a small plastic table was set by the dirt steps leading up to the door and had vials of odd colored liquids, some of which seeming to glow, there were manacles hung on the far right, below which I saw pieces of bones and decayed clothing; that was all that was here… I couldn’t imagine why someone would build a place like this, but I thought that there were more things like that creature that had some sort of purpose for it.
I heard the screeching sound of metal on metal, the door was opening.
My head snapped up and I kept myself alert, watching the stairs straight ahead of me, waiting for it to appear. Faster than I thought possible, the door slammed shut and he was standing directly in front of us, looking down at Max with a devilish grin stretched across its face. I gasped at the suddenness of his proximity.
He looked at me and chuckled, “Pourquoi criez-vous pour lui ? Est cela pour son amour? Ai-je tué le garçon que vous aimez?” He sounded like he was speaking French… and I had no idea how to respond, I didn’t understand what he was saying, it sounded like he was asking me something…
When my mouth opened to speak but closed again, he snickered and came to kneel beside Max.
I tightened my hold on Max’s shirt, I would guard him if it meant I had to die, even though he was dead, he was still my Max. I felt a tear slide down my face.
The creatures eyes were on Max though, “C'est d'accord, que c'est une honte qu'il m'a fait lui faire du mal.”
“I don’t know what you’re saying!” I finally screamed at him, I was frustrated, if he was gunna lock us down here and torture us like this the least he could do was explain why he was doing it, so I could understand.
He threw his head back and laughed, “That is most likely a good thing, little one.” He told me in English for once.
I couldn’t hold back my surprise… my mouth hung open like I was retarded, but I didn’t care. “What-why don’t you just kill me too?”
He looked down at me through narrowed, confused eyes. “Too? You think he is dead?” He questioned doubtfully, like he thought I was retarded.
I glared at him, “Of course I think he’s dead! You stabbed him! That’s his blood over there; do you think I’m stupid?”
He smiled, “You do not want me to answer that.”
I groaned, “What do you want?” I asked in an exasperated tone, a sob slipping from my lips.
He only laughed, and laid a hand on Max’s forehead.
I yanked his body closer to me, away from the creature. “Don’t touch him!” I screamed, my eyes now focused on Max, my hands fluttering uselessly around his dead face, trying to protect my dead boyfriend… the boy I’d known all my life, who I loved more than even my family… I had no one now; I thought suddenly, why should I be afraid? If you have nothing in the world to lose, why should you worry about death? You shouldn’t, my mind told me darkly.
The creature stood and stared down at me, and I glared right back. “Don’t I frighten you?” He asked, his thick accent making it a bit of a challenge to understand.
I found all my courage at once then, and I smiled up at him. “No.”
His answering smile was brilliant, “Elle est prête. Excellent. Come with me.” He instructed, his hand outstretched, down to me.
“What about Max?” I asked in a composed voice.
He chuckled, “You will leave the boy, he is of no use to you now.”
I hesitated, slid my legs from under Max, leaned over and kissed his forehead. I looked down at him for longer than I probably should have, I wouldn’t remember him like this; I’d remember the lively and loving Max from before all of this. I touched his cheek one last time, and then I got up, my body stiff from sitting for so long, and took the creatures hand.
He smiled at me and we left the dark room. I wondered where we were headed, but it didn’t really matter. I guessed I would die soon anyways, so it didn’t matter to me where it happened anymore. He never dropped my hand, and every few minutes he would look down at me with a smile. I pretended not to notice, just let him lead me wherever it is he would finish me off like he had Max, I was more than ready for my life to be over…
We were deep in the forest somewhere in Wyoming, this much was clear to me. I wasn’t sure how far we’d gone, but that was irrelevant. I did notice that every few feet, in the direction we walked, there were bright, sparkling lamps hanging from two trees on either side of the non-existent path that wound through the brightening woods. The lamps looked like no lights I’d ever seen back home; I had a hunch that they were probably from whatever world this creature had come from… Eventually I spotted a tall, green structure, it looked sort of like a cabin, but it was covered over with ivy leaves and moss. It looked as though it’d been here for… ever. I wanted to ask him what this place was but, I had a feeling it was probably better not to.