I sat in a cold, dank corner and was surrounded by boxes. I was in a basement, I was sure of that. The musty smell could tell me straight off the bat. Darkness was all around me, and all I could hear was my fast paced breathing, echoing throughout the room. I held my breath, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see the boxes move slightly.
My hands grazed my waist, my daggers were usually there, but this time they weren't. I sat, huddled in that corner for what felt like ages, -horrid anticipation tore my insides apart- until I heard a whisper, sounding faint, but it had an edge to it.
"Mal...? I know you're in here... Come here, mommy and daddy just want to talk to you." I could see a flashlight flicker from the doorway into the basement, and I could hear some reloading a gun.
I tried blending in with the stone walls, or maybe shrinking so they couldn't see me through the boxes. Suddenly, I could feel a cold hand grip my arm. It pulled me out of the corner, the boxes tumbling after me. I screeched as the inhumanly long arm brought me face to face with... I didn't... I didn't even know what it looked like.
It was a shadowy figure, blending in the darkness, and I brought my gaze up to his face, and almost screamed again. It's face was melting, dripping off like a candle. It grinned, its smile lopsided and slowly melting off its head. I struggled out of its grasp as it continued to repeat the same thing over and over again.
"We only want to talk. We only want to play, Mal. Lets go play, lets have fun." It started as a feminine voice, it, just like its face, slowly started to melt, -almost like was breaking.
"Let....s pl..ay.." And then it froze. It didn't move. It didn't speak... But it still held onto me. I tried struggling out of its grasp again, grunting as its hand dug into my arm.
"Let go! Let go, let go, let go, let go! Please!" My voice sounded high, as if... As if I was a kid.
The... The thing lifted its arm, almost robotically. In the other hand was a gun, and the held it up to my forehead.
I could feel tears pouring down my cheeks. "Don't do it, please, don't do it! Please... Please... Stop..." I begged at the creature.
It froze, as if it was contemplating my begging. It grinned once more, and with its face almost completely melted off; it pulled the trigger.
I woke up with a jolt, I was freezing cold. I looked around, I was in a room; a library. I remembered then what I was doing. In my hand, was a book; Johnny Swanson it read and I sighed. I had fallen asleep, which I've been doing too often these days. I tried not going to sleep, it usually ended up with me having nightmares. Reading a book was a bad idea- I should've been training. At least I wouldn't have fallen asleep during that. Or would I? I shook my head and closed my book.
I had that nightmare too many times before. It was from when I was little, and I thought I should've been over it by now, but kinda almost being killed by your parents, can be pretty tramatic...
I got up, pushed the chair in and felt around in my hair. I was wearing an up-do that took me forever to do, I wasn't going to let a little nap destroy it.
An announcement played over the intercom, calling people to Sebastain Foster's office. I listened to it, six people in total, all to one office, but then, they called my name. I shrugged and held my book. I wondered if I was in trouble, but I was pretty sure I didn't do anything. I walked out of the library and started toward Sebastian's office. At least it was better than having nightmares, I thought and sighed.
Sebastian... Sebastian... I mulled his name over in my head. I wonder if he likes to be called Seabass. I made myself grin and laugh a little. Seabas... Im going to make that his new nickname. You're clever Mal.
I reached his office, and some other kids were waiting by his office door. I slid down one of the walls, and sat down. I opened my book and tried to continue where I left off, but before I could realize it...
I fell asleep.