Twisted Fates Chapter Five

The door slammed shut and I immediately got up from the floor where the police officers had thrown me and began to ram the padded door.

“What’s going on? Let me out, please, the rooms getting smaller! Oh my god! I can’t breath! Please, let me out!” I screamed, tears now streaked my face and my voice began waver. “Ohhh god… Let me out!!!” I hit the door with my shoulder, and when that didn’t work decided to kick it demanding to be released. “I’m not crazy! I don’t even know what happened! Please, why won’t you believe me?”

I pounded on the door and sunk to the ground, hoping I could see someone’s feet, I laid there for hours and eventually I did. The door opened finally, only to reveal one the police officers that had thrown me in here to begin with.

“Let’s go, Aden,” he grunted while trying to pull me up. I got up on my knees and looked at him. He had blonde hair like mine with blue eyes; he had a strong chin and a well rounded face. “I said let’s go…” he said tugging on me.

“Alright, alright!” I yelled. I had no respect for him or anyone else for that matter. He led me out of the padded room into a regular cell where they said I would be safe. The cell itself was homely, with nothing in it except a bunk bed. The police officer undid my restraints and threw me a change of clothes. That night I tossed and turned and finally falling asleep around day break. The next day wasn’t much better; I ate the food and lay on my bed almost the entire day. Night came and I ate the greasy dinner they gave me. Something happened while I was eating. It started off soft then began to grow. Laughter, it wasn’t exactly cheerful, this laughter, but instead was maniacal almost. I stood up knocking the tray off of my lap.

“What’s going on? Who are you?” I demanded. I turned toward where the sound was coming from. I picked up my tray and chucked it against the wall. The door opened forcefully and there stood the blonde police officer.

“What… are you doing?” He growled.

“What do you mean?” I yelled someone’s in here with me he’s over there.” I said pointing toward a darkened corner.

“There’s nothing there,” he sighed.

“Yes there is, I can hear him laughing!” I put my hands to my ears and turned toward it again, “Come out!” I screamed. “I know your there, don’t play this game! Can’t you hear it? It’s right there!” I turned toward the police officer and strode over him.

“No. There’s not Aden.” He said impassively. I scrunched up my face and leaned over, my nose barley touching his. I pushed him and sneered.

“Yes, there is, you stupid…”Before I could say anything further he grabbed me and put me into a double arm restraint and led me out of my cell. The room we ended up next, I knew only too well. As soon as I saw it I dug my heels into the floor, trying to stop the inevitable.

“No! NO! Please don’t I’ll be good!” I screamed, reverting back to my years at my foster home. I was frantic, the police officer disregarded my screams and I was tossed back in.

As the time passed I became more and more desperate about my situation. I finally crawled into the fetal position and cried. Then it started again. The laughter, it was maddening and I couldn’t clamp my hands over my ears to block it out. Slowly I realized that it wasn’t just a voice, there WAS a man in here with me. I looked up slightly to see a man in a black trench coat, he had a long black hair that was tied behind his head in a low pony tail but when he smiled at me I noticed that some of it was falling in his face. His face was startengly white as was his long neck and hands.

“Shhh.” He stated grinning, “don’t worry, I won’t hurt you… much.” He said,chuckling slightly. I shook my head and blinked my eyes, hoping, praying that he wasn’t there. I looked again. Yes, he was indeed there.

“Who are you?” I asked in a low whisper

“ I go by many names now a days,” he laughed once more.”Santel, Abaddon, Sammael, Beliel… but I think for the occasion I’ll go by Kiesh.

“Why Kiesh?” I asked, trying to sit up steadily, my next motive was to stand up and scream, but he must have read my mind.

“You might as well keep sitting Aden, your no match for me.” He stated in boastful manner. I stared at him confused. What did he mean? And how did he know my name?

I couldn’t help but look him over he didn’t wear cloths of this century but rather that of the late 1700’s, he wore a white shirt under the trench coat, dark gray breeches and matching black boots.

“Yes, I’m not dressed like everyone eles, but then again, I’ve never been much of a trend kind of person…” he whispered in my ear, I twisted my head to get away from his hot breath and ended up falling over. I growled slightly in fustration and the next thing I know he’s taking my restraints off of me.

“Better?” He said dropping my restraints on the floor.

“Yes, thank you,” I said trying to be civil, “How did you get in here and why do you keep mocking me?”He shrugged and smirked again.

“That’s really none of your business, Da Nerezza.” He sneered, “As it is, I only came to make a deal with you.”

“What kind of deal?” I said getting up and stepping closer to him, my chest was just inches from his, I looked into his eyes. They were a dark green with tiny flicks of brown in them. He rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Moron,” he muttered, he crossed his arms and stared at me pursing his lips together with made his entire face darken, he suddenly smiled wickedly and whispered in my ear. “What would you do for your freedom?” I of course was taken back from this statement.

“What do you mean?” I said turning my head to one side.

“Just what I said, Aden,” He sneered, “Will you give your soul to me for your precious freedom?"He said in a mocking tone.

"Don't mock my pain!" I screamed he had infurtated me, he stood up, crossed his arms and said.

"What will it be?"

"Yes" I said flinching a bit. He took a breath then reached inside my chest and took the only thing untouched from my past, and just like that he was gone. I was left to my misery once more...