The Truth Lies Beneath Your Eyes

by Nzingha Keyes

  Chapter 13:

  Am I too awake to be dreaming? ‘Cause that’s all I’m seeing

  Did they just try to sedate me? She thought. It didn’t work very well this time, what the hell is going on anyways? I wasn’t, I shouldn’t be…I should have seen this coming, honestly. She watched the ground blur past her eyes. So high up that people didn’t even qualify as ant sized anymore. She looked ahead of her sure not to move too suddenly from looking dead. She saw Alex and Alias in the same hold she was in. She seemed to be getting kidnapped and awful lot this year for some reason that was beyond her understanding.

  “-you would think that they’d be more difficult to capture, considering,” He heard one of the boys say. They were wearing all black but for some weird reason it was like she could see beyond the costume. They boy talking had copper colored hair, green braces and light brown eyes. He was thin and didn’t look very strong…looks could be very deceiving.

  She examined the boy two his left and right. Those two were twins. Very dark skinned with curly brown hair, stronger looking than the copper headed boy with long arms and mean looking eyes with even faces. She guessed that one of them must’ve captured her and the boys.

  “you think that after this long of the two of us ignoring you that you would’ve figured out we only teamed with you because we had to,” the twin on the left said.

  “Whaa?” The copper headed boy said.

  “What was that for?” He asked.

  “Stupid, forget it,” the boy on the right said.

  They got to some secluded place in Romania and she didn’t know where exactly because they had taken her underground. She, Alias and Alex had been tossed to the ground but she knew better than to make a sound, she wasn’t supposed to be awake. She watched as the boys took off their black suits and found out that the faces she thought she’d imagined belonged to them, were correct.

  “You got them too…” she heard a voice. It was weak and familiar… oh my god, Christophe!!!! She asked.

  She almost got up and ran toward him but she knew better.

  “Shut up weakling!” the copper boy yelled at Christophe and yanked at the chains around his neck. Christophe laughed.

  “That’s nothing compared to what happened earlier, little bastard,” Christophe said easily.

  “Oh your asking for it I should-“

  “Jake, we have his brothers, his girlfriend, his life, you cant do him any worse than he already is,” one of the darker boys said. And then they all exited

  .

  “What happened to you!!!? Oh my god your bleeding!!!” Amethyst exclaimed.

  “It’s not as bad as it looks, Jewel,” Christophe replied in a voice barely above a whisper.

  “Don’t Jewel me, your covered in your own blood and hanging from the wall, don’t even try it,” she said moving toward him.

  His entire back is gouged open…you can almost see the bone in his shoulder blade, she thought. Before she could reach toward his back she was being kissed, but pulled away because of a noise.

  “So you’re the girl he seems to value so much,” said the voice.

  “If you’re awake then why aren’t they?” He questioned. “

  “Who are you, what do you want with us, why are we here and when can we leave?” she said without fear or nervousness.

  “I ask the questions around here, little girl. What is your name and why are you half demon?” He said coolly.

  “I don’t talk to strangers,” she replied with a smile.

  “Well unless you wish your death to arrive sooner than possible, answer the questions,” he said. Amethyst glanced over toward Christophe who gave her a pleading look so with a sigh she began to answer the string of questions.

  “I built up immunity to the anesthetic you used, my name’s Amethyst and what’s it to you?”

  “My, my aren’t we a feisty little one,” The man said. He walked closer to her and she saw a familiarity in him…which scared her.

  “I’m only asking one more time, why are here,” she said impatiently and then felt Christophe reach toward her.

  “Simple, your little buddy over there. We want him and you. It will be you job to recruit other demon children.” She stared at him for a moment, “no.” And then he made a gesture with his hands and some men came in and attempted to grab her. She didn’t know how of why but it seemed like all she remembers doing is flinching and the men were bloody heaps on the floor.

  “What the fuck?” she didn’t know that she had even moved before a small girl walked in and said,

  “You are his child.”

  “Uh pardon me but who are…you’re the little girl…the one Alex told me about,” Amethyst started but then she heard Alias and Alex wake up,

  “Kristen….” Alex said sleepily. The pretty girl almost seemed to float over toward him with her curly blonde hair that was held out her eyes with a flower hair clip.

  “Alexander!!!!!” The little girl yelled and hugged him.

  “You don’t hate me?” he asked.

  “You were ‘pose to come an’ play yesterday? Remember?” she asked.

  “What are you- oh my god” Alex said still holding the four year old in his arms.

  “I meant to tell you, they wiped her memory of Leah when they took her,” Christophe said.

  “But how, it’s impossible!?” Alex asked.

  “What are you and Christophe talking about Alexi? Can we play now?” Kristen asked oblivious to the situation in all her four year old wonder.

  “Wait so she doesn’t know that I died saving Leah?” Alex asked. Kristen ran over to Christophe and ran her hands over his back and he yelled but then, the marks were gone, not a scar.

  “Drink this, Silver,” she said handing something that looked like grape juice to Christophe. Amethyst held it up to him and he drank and then out of nowhere he had had the strength to break the chains holding him to the wall.

  “Can we play now? Daddy taught me how to cure our kind but he said not to cure you. Why not silver?” Kristen asked.

  “Because your daddy thinks I’m mean, Goldie,” he answered Christophe.

  “Goldie and silver?” Amethyst asked.

  “Yeah I saw her hair and called her goldilocks so she calls me silver,” He answered briskly.

  “You should sleep some more,” Christophe mumbled to Amethyst.

  “It’s a thirteen hour flight from new York to Romania,” he said stretching and leaning carefully against the wall.

  “But if I sleep then they’re going to hurt you more,” She yawned.

  “No more than if we ran now, and it’s much easier to fight if you’re not falling asleep, he mumbled. “uh huh,” she mumbled, falling asleep in his hold.

  It was snowing, why was it snowing? And there were red footprints in the snow. You should run. But I stayed still watching the story unfold. I could hear screaming, horrible loud screaming and cries of terror. This is not what you wish to see. But I followed the bloody foot prints as if they were my own, like I knew where the footprints and screams would take me to. Do you wish to regret? The voices in my head got louder and louder and they were familiar but not my own.It was some kind of crazy psychotic, evil impulse telling me to keep moving forward, keep following, It was snowing in the forest a seemingly familiar place with bloodied foot prints and for some reason everything had a hint of glamour or sparkle, the snow glittered because of the slight sun muddled by clouds But it looked to surreal, like I was in a watercolor painting or a movie scene, why?. Insolent child, haven’t you ever been reminded to listen to your conscience? Through the trees was a fire and almost burnt beyond recognition was three, three boys? Alexander, Alias, Christophe. I was horrified but I studied the scene. Look!!! It’s you!!! But for some reason I saw myself watching them burn and laughing, laughing with that man who interrogated me earlier, The one who I thought wanted us all dead. Nope, not you. I could hear them talking about my dead friends. “you kno
w you’re above them, right?” and “you know you should’ve killed them sooner” and “you know they were useless anyway, don’t you?” And all I did was laugh and agree. You should wake up now. And then the man who interrogated me smiled and said “Daddy’s little girl” And then I couldn’t hear myself scream.