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She might as well have cut all the way
through her arm; white shined from the open gashes and it only took moments to
realize that the white was bone. I looked back up to her and I noticed that she
started to cry as her mascara and eyeliner began to smudge further down her
face. She never returned her gaze to me though; her eyes were fixed on her open
cuts. Even though it was very deep I couldn’t see any fresh blood pumping
through her veins, everything was dry and empty, maybe her soul was too.
'I never meant to cut this deep, it just
felt so good.' She sighed.
'Why aren't you healing up? Ville can do that. ' I asked.
'The whole immaculation process is
different for a woman than it is a man. A man has to make massive cuts through
the center of the body but immaculation consumes men more than a woman. A woman
only has to make a few smaller cuts because it doesn't consume us, it's more like
a companion but since it doesn't fill our body, we don't heal as fast but we do
heal faster than someone who isn't immaculated.'
'Why is it different like that?'
'There are many theories. Many say that
when they see Wretched it appears that it's a woman and its kinder to her own
gender but others say its because its a tolerance in our genes so we can have a
natural childbirth. I'm not sure exactly.' I was staring at her wrists as she
was talking and I could see muscles weave in and out of her arms covering up
her bones. I responded.
'Its not so bad, you don't have to cry, you're healing just
fine.'
'Its not that I won't heal it's that I
promised my father not to go overboard. He warns me all the time that going to
far will only get wretched inside of you that much more. I can't help it.' I
heard a thump behind me and I turned around to see Emily's sister with a big
piece of luggage right beside her.
'You’re twins?' I asked. Both of them
laughed as Emmanuel walked around me while placing her hands on my
shoulders.
'Of course we are sweetie, we couldn't
have it any other way.' Emmanuel had a slight deeper voice than her sister and
it looked like she was wearing the same kind of dress but it was red instead of
white. Small cuts covered her cheeks all the way down her arms to her legs.
'You checking me out Emery?' Emmanuel giggled. 'You know. I like a man who
knows what he likes and takes it.' Emily straightened out her back and started
to walk towards me to grab my hand and pull me away from her sister.
'We must hurry, before mother is finished
with Ville. We need to get out before its to late.' Emmanuel sighed and nodded
towards her sister and pointed to the luggage.
'That’s for you Emery, it contains some
clothes and various other objects.' I grabbed it and picked it up with my free
hand as Emily was tugging on my other hand with all her strength. She stopped
back at the elevator and pushed a button, which opened the doors immediately.
Emmanuel followed us and took her position near my other arm in which was
carrying the luggage. She pried it out of my hand to sit it on the ground next
to her as she wrapped her body around my arm and pushed up against me—the same
thing Emily was doing to my other arm and the elevator doors closed.
When the doors opened again I realized
that we were back on the main floor to see various vaulted ceilings and flying
buttresses and red ribbons hanging from the ceiling. Both Emily and Emmanuel
pushed me forward with their latches to my arms as Emmanuel grabbed my luggage
but kept a tight grip on me. They both leaned into me as if they were trying to
crush my core but as the time passed I could only feel homely. Passing several
people they gave us odd glances and murmured with each other, for a second I
could hear the word 'victim'.
These two beautiful girls could not have
been leading me to my death but I can see why they think that way according to
the Halstein's past. They were taking me to a place somewhere safe. Somewhere
where nobody could find me. The floor turned into precise diamond shaped marble
tiles and one of the girls feet echoed through the halls. Emily was barefooted
but as I looked down to Emmanuel's feet, I noticed that she was wearing some
fine black high heels.
The place was well guarded from what I
could tell, we passed several guard checkpoints before I even had the chance to
see the front doors to the outside but as we grew near to one of the
checkpoints the guards looked at us not even moving a step towards us. I guess
if you are with family you aren't considered a threat. An entire wall of glass
was now in front of us and I could tell that on the other side was the outside
world. The sun busted through the panes and all I could see on the other side
of the windows was white, the brightness of the sun.
The air inside of the building smelt damp
and rotten but when I was able to reach my head outside I could smell flowers
and nice spring air. It was the end of winter when I first left my father, the
ride on his Triumph was blistering with the ice-cold winds but now, now
everything was warm and soft to the touch. Fine stone blocks lined the outside
of the building and columns reached up a hundred feet high, water fountains and
little rivers flowed around the tower and the grass was as green as anyone
could imagine. Someone takes care of this place very well, like it was his only
daughter, he loved it with every beat of his heart.
We continued forward to cross over a
concrete bridge and into a plaza, on the other side everything that was once
vast and open crunched down to narrow alleyways of markets and tall business
buildings. I could see that from nearly almost every building smoke and steam
raised up to the sky and the greatness of industry took over. I looked behind me
to see several tall skyscrapers towering up into the sky and long grass fields
passed in between them and in front of me laid everything but peace.
'Nobody will find you in here Emery.'
Said Emily. 'We will take care of you now and you will have a place to call
your own I just ask you to do one thing.'
'What’s that?' I asked
'Never return to the capitol building no
matter the cost, if you ever do it will become your grave.'
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