Fleeting

Part VII - Silent Screams
A/N: i hope everyone hated warren as much as i did... cause if not, you might not wanna read this chapter. it gets very messy.

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I feel like my entire body has been brought to flames and back again. The skin stretched almost unbareably tight over my body. Constricting my breathing, making the thud of my heart against my chest almost painful.

It's been a while. They left me here, stood and chained to the wall, my body sagging backwards against the cruel burning bricks. I can smell the stench of my own burning flesh, and I find myself idelly wondering when they had it replaced. The last thing I remember is the pain of it being ripped whole from my body. And then nothing.

Suddenly, the door smashed open, the streaming light of hell streaming through the frame and smacking me full in the face, making me blink several times because I haven't seen light for what seems like a thousand years.

There's someone stood in the door frame. A girl. Short and pefectly formed, from what I can tell by her silluette, and a sudden burst of hope errupts underneath me. Maybe she's here to set me free, maybe she's here to help me.

She saunters into the room, my cell, the lantern she'd brought with her being placed on the floor by her feet, lighting her face and body up to me.

A large gash in her forehead oozes blood at a tremendous rate, short spurts pistoning out of the slash with ever pulse her heart makes. The liquid runs down her face, covering the right side in crimson, making the ferrel look on her features seem so much more deadly.

Her clothes have random slashes and slides over them, each revelling another cut, and each of them bleeding. She looks bruised, tormented, almost broken. Her hair hanging in thick matted dredlocks, held together by her own blood. The over all effect of this girl, being one of primal, preditory power.

Kicking the door shut again behind her, she looks at me, her cold and almost dead eyes rivetting into mine, almost burning me within at the look of pure hatred she's gracing me with. And I know she's not here to help me.

"You." She growls out to me, her voice low and husky. Literally growling, a snarl and sneer fixing her features into distain at my meer exista As As if my very breathing offends her in some way. But I don't know this girl, I've never seen her before in my life.

The raven haired beauty that slowly, calculatedly pulls a knife from behind her. The double blade of the weapon beautiful, esquisitly craved and crafted as the glow of hger lantern flashes over the cool metal. Her eyes lower to the knife for a moment, in almost a loving carress, before coming back to my face.

"You killed her." She whispers to me, something in her voice telling me that whatever I did to her, whatever action I took, destroyed a part of her. A part she was about to crave out of my skin.

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the scream that arose drowned out the pain of the other suffers in this hell. It wrapped around every being's ears, causing painful shivers to rush down their spines, making them feel even slightly grateful that whoever was torturing that poor bastard, wasn't torturing them.

For hours the screams carried on, weaving themselves almost painful over te hils and buildings, streets and roads of the dimention. Causing the people who worked there to stop, and smile a small smile of satisfaction at the pain that was being inflicted.

If only they knew.

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she moved away from me, breaking away from my agony for just a moment as I breathed in deeply and harshly, ignoring the feeling of my lungs, being ready to explode from constriction.

The tears were flowing freely down my face, marring the pale skin in invisible scars and cooling my heated flesh. If only they would fall to my chest.

She'd been here forever, silently watching me and almost lapping up my screams, they became so tangible. Almost as if you could cut through them with a knife. The smell of my own blood fermenting the air, making me gag at the coppery taste that lingered around us.

She hadn't said a word to me for hours. Since she first came in here with me. The word 'Tara' leaving her lips meer moments before she took that beauiful blade and dug it deeply into the flesh of my thigh, twisting it and swiftly yanking it upwards. Creating a cavernous gapping hole to appear in my leg. I recall watching dully as my blood gushed over my skin, flooding the floor beneath my feet.

The time in which she'd been here spent making almost all of my body one great big network of bruising, burns and open wounds. She took a lighter to that first rip in my thigh. Kneeling before me as she slowly worked the flame over ever square inch of the bared inner muscle, a cold smile washing over her face as I begged for her to stop.

She walked over to the corner of the room, where she'd set up some sort of fire in a small metal bin. Numerous fire pokers being shoved into it, the handles protruding at various angles and they were heated by the small flames. She looked intot he fire, her arms folded across her chest as she remembered something I no doubt had never been a part of.

"I want to take your life, in pennance for hers." She said softly to me, the only part of her body that moved was her mouth. Her eyes still locked onto the unseeable point in her past. "She stole her from me, from us." She turned to lookat me then, her bitter hatred welling up in her eyes as she wrapped her fingers around the handle of one of the pokers.

"I.. I didn't.. mean to.." I gasped out. It being so long since I used my voice for something other than screaming in pain. My throat burned at the effort and trying to talk, attempting to beg for her to stop.

"do you think I care, about whether you meaned to kill her or not?" slowly stalking me through the flickering shadows of the room, and I suddenly wished I hadn't tried to get her to stop. I had a feeling that she would just cause me more pain if I tried to.

Plaicing the burning tip of the poker on my chest, she smirked at the yelp I let out at the short, sharp point of heat. It stung, and the smell of my own flesh singing was disgusting. But it was nothing compared to what she'd already done to me.

I looked up at her just in time to see her smirking ferreling at me again, before she reached her arm back and shoved the poker brutally stright through my chest. My mouth opened in a silent scream as I found myself unable to breathe, unable to talk, unable to make a single noise.

Was I dead? I couldn't hear my heart beating. But I guess this is the place where you don't die. Bvecause my eyes are still open, still watching her as she moved to get another poker, staring at the tip with a critical eyes, before she spun around and threw it at me.

The point landing right in my hip, the force breaking and cracking the bone beneath as it fought to hold purchase in my flesh. I felt it slipping, ready to fall, before she was grabbing the handle of it and shoving it right through my hip bone, effectivly pinning m eto the wall behind me.

Explosions of fantastical color burst befrom behind my mind at the pain, tendrils of agony running through my very veins, pulsating into every single cell of my body as I fought to breathe, prayed to pass out, and silently begged with my eyes for her to stop.

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Leaning back against the wall next to the door, I let my eyes roam over his body, feeling almost a child-like glee errupting from my chest at the sight of him. The most promissing part of it all being the dozen or so burning hot pokers I'd effectivly managed to shove right through his body, pinning him to the wall.

The chains were obsolete now, as two pokers were brutally shoved through his wrists, elbows, knees and feet. Rivers of blood joining with the tides and oceans of crimson liquid that seemed to be on never ending supply from his body, as it freely flowed down his flesh, coating him with a sickly pinkish glow.

He was still awake, unable to talk or to breathe, but still there, his head resting backwards against the wall as he watched me, as I watched him. I smiled mirthlessly as every twitch his body made caused a flash of agony to wash over his facial features.

"Faith, it's time to go now." Skips voice resounded softly inside my head, I r I realised that the demon who had the esquisit pleasure of torturing this son-of-a-bitchy for eternity, was coming back.

I walked back over to the bin of burning ambers and molten lava in the corner. Silently thanking skip for providing me with such raw materials, before grabbing it and lifting it off the floor. I could feel his eyes on me as he watched the sizzling steam arise from my hands. Grabbing the rim of the bin with one hand, I took hold of the bottom rim with the other, and walked over to stand directly in front of him.

"I hope you rot here, you son of a fucking bitch." I said, smirking evilly at him, as I threw the contents of the bin onto him.

I stood there, reveling in the sight of his flesh almost melting from his skin, his left eye banging inside of his head and taking half of his face with it. of the muscles on his stomach bubbling outwards and popping softly like small pimples. Spilling lava balckened blood over his body.

Sliding my knife back into the sheth on my belt, I took one last look at him, before quietly slipping out the door, to find skip waiting for me, ready to ap me back to my hell-home.

I found myself idelly wondering what the demon would say when he saw the disturction I left behind.


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