Cinder
Shortly after we had finished our small gathering, the rest of the party decided to slip off for some sleep before the chaotic day we knew was going to unfold. I didn't know what to expect from this holiday, but based on all the blabbering Yalu frustratingly complained about, I wondered.
Sneaking off into my room to mentally prepare myself to be further haunted by the cursed Shadow being, I once more closed and locked the door. But this time he didn't approach me from the darkness, nor did his cold voice echo in my mind. The room was completely quiet for once. Thankful for the peace, I strode over to the bed I was temporarily calling my own and flopped down on top of its poorly made mattress. Lying with my head towards the footboard, I stared up at the ceiling wondering to myself, "Why did they have to celebrate 'family' so close to when I was supposed to break away? I know it was not their fault, but it just wasn't the best time for it…" Hesitating, I wondered, "How much longer could I hold out without being interrupted by him?"
Remaining quiet for several minutes, I waited for that expected interruption from the Shadow who had been hanging over my head for the last three weeks. When fifteen minutes slipped by and I had yet to sense or interact with him, I finally decided to try to get some sleep. Hoping as I closed my eyes that this cursed being would also stay clear of my conscious.
Waking up to hearing a knock on the door and the jiggle of the brass knob, I shot myself up out of the bed. Waiting for a calling, I stayed in front of the door, unwilling to reach for the knob until I knew who it was on the other side. Attempting to smell for any scents on the other side of the wood, I caught a stream of Jakob's scent. It was faint, but I could positively identify the elder Vampiric's scent. Lowering my guard, I decided to go ahead and unlock the door.
Just as my fingers switched the knob's locking mechanism, the door slammed it's way open. Barely able to dodge the door running me over, I prepared to snap the Vampiric's head off for trying to hit me. "What the hell-?" Was all I could manage to get out before I noticed a different figure standing in the doorway. Taking in the familiar characteristics of this man, I felt every single nerve in my body freeze. I could feel my heart begin to erratically beat out of control, beating so hard that it felt like it could burst right through my chest wall. My poor legs grew numb, becoming stiff and unable to move. I was frozen over with fear.
There standing in the doorway was the slicked-back, silvery blonde hair man whose face was heavily scarred. Wearing his same old white lab coat and carrying himself that same way he did back at the Institute. Feeling the fear rise up from my stomach into my throat as my heart started to pound even heavier I attempted to ask the cruel man who had been put in charge of my wellbeing back when the Salem Institution was granted custody over me. As I tried to utter the words, my vocals quivered. Fighting the urge to run, I continued to attempt to speak though nothing came out.
"Awe, what's wrong 0497?" I heard the Unnatural Specialist ask me, his voice ringing clear as day in my ears.
Finding my voice, I fiercely interrogated, "What are you doing here?!"
"You can't figure something that simple out?" The man laughed aloud as he stepped further in. Backing myself up in more fear, I awaited his reply, my mind too tired to try to create an appropriate response to his question. "I am here to collect what belongs to me." He informed me subsequently a few seconds later.
Fighting back my raging fear, I formed my Blood Scythes out of the back of my wrists and waited for him to close the gap between us. Something that wouldn’t be all that challenging as I recalled how this man took pleasure in standing over the top of his 'patients'.
"Do you think those stupid blades of yours can kill me?" The cruelly toned Doctor Masters mocked, his words sending chills down my body. Completely freezing me over despite my body’s willingness to kill this jerk. "What's the matter you damn brat? You don't seem to have that same hatred for me like you used to?" He probed, now standing directly over the top of me. Still unable to move, I stared up into his cold blue-green eyes, preparing myself for the same old torturous treatments the man use to force upon me back when I was both mentally and physically impaired. With my petite build unable to move whatsoever, I fell to this man's mercy, feeling my Blood Scythes start to de-clot. "Looks like your weapons have failed you, just like your pathetic body, 0497."
"Shut-up!" I thought in my head, still unable to speak a single word, let alone utter a sound.
"Looks like you and your annoying pals will all go down together-"
Finally interrupting him, I angrily screamed, "Shut-up!" Quickly transforming into my Hellhound form, I lunged for his face with my jaws swung open, I prepared for round two. Just as my paws were supposed to reach his shoulders, my ears could hear movement coming from Jakob's room across the hall. Trying to terrifyingly decide on how to react to this situation, my body came crashing down on top of Doctor Masters. His slicked-back hair coming undone with the sheer force I had brought upon him. Standing on top of the Doctor, I went against the urge to kill this man and instead ran towards Jakob's room. Worry over my friends' safety taking urgency.
In my canine form, I rushed right out into the hallway, my four legs moving me almost four times faster than my two legs ever could. Swiftly reaching the Vampiric's room, I barged past the doorway and again altered forms. Steadying my gait, I cautiously entered unsure of what was awaiting me on the inside. My overactive imagination of course already expecting the worst possible outcome, but before I could attempt to survey the new environment someone called, "Cinder-?"
Feeling a masculine hand grab at the back of my left shoulder, I quickly reformed my Blood Scythe out of instinct. Pushing the edge of the blade against the skin of the neck, right where one of the most important arteries in the human body ran. Driving the right wrist blade into the skin, I felt another masculine hand grab at that arm in an attempt to stop me from severely injuring or possibly maiming this unknown identity. With the front edge of the blade slicing the fine hairs on the neck, my arm eventually came to a complete halt.
Once more that same voice rang in my ears, calling out my name, this time full of more fear and urgency. "Cinder! Hey, wake up!"
Confused, I started to feel my tiny frame forcefully shake. Trying to fight against this suspected man's arm which was still tightly gripping my forearm to stop the blade from imminently ripping into flesh, I yet again overheard the voice call out to me.
With the next call, I noticed that all around me the surroundings were beginning to blur and rapidly spin before fading into a penetrating darkness. Shutting my eyes to keep from becoming dizzy, I eventually felt the spinning world seize. Shooting my eyes wide open, I hastily saw that I was still in my bed, still in the same position I had fallen asleep in. As I steadily regained my senses, I noticed that I had my right arm was raised over my head, the Blood Scythe still exposed and lying with the blade's edge against someone's neck. Trying to adjust my eyesight, I began to finally make out the features of Jakob who was leaning over the edge of the left side of the bed, doing his best to hold back my Special Power from slicing into his flesh. With reality hitting me, I hastily retracted the blades, forcing the blood to return to the strong veins lying beneath my skin.
"Finally-" Jakob graciously sighed, thankful I had come to when I had.
Looking over to stare up into his haunting Vampire yellow gaze, I tried to wrap my head around what had just happened. Trying my hardest to understand if all that I had gone through really was just a bad dream, a nightmare. As I fought to find the right words, I apologized "I'm sorry Jakob-"
"It's alright Cinder." He thankfully replied with another heavy exhale, "I'm just glad that I was able to catch your arm before you sliced my head off."
Forcing myself up into a sitting position on my bed and allowing Jakob to sit alongside me on top of the dark blue comforter, I proceeded to apologize. "I really am sorry about that." I couldn’t find any other words to describe it.
"It's okay. Really." He paused for a minute. "It was my fault anyway for barging in, but I had to come get you for breakfast."
"It's already morning?" I wondered aloud, perceiving that the was trying to abruptly change the conversation’s subject, so I would not feel so bad for nearly killing one of the most caring people I knew. Looking out one of the windows which faced the frozen ocean shoreline, I answered my question. "Looks like it."
"It's actually eleven o'clock. But when I knocked and you didn't answer, I thought you may have wanted some time alone like you have been wanting a lot of here recently; which is understandable, but when I heard you violently shout out to some unforeseen person I decided to…"
"Please just stop talking Jakob." I interrupted him.
"Sorry." Jakob now apologized to me. "Have you had those before? As in those kinds of nightmares?"
Standing up off the edge of the bed, I turned to face the Vampiric, "I have not had them in a long time since-" Pausing, I wondered if I should even tell him about the last nightmare I had. "We should head off to eat, any longer and Yalu WILL kill us-" I teased, now being the one who altered the subject.
At first, he seemed hesitant about my direct change in behavior however he then agreed to my statement. Returning with his comical remark the two of us both made our way out of the bedroom, through the hallway and back into the common area where our close friends were happily waiting for us to come eat.
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