“You’re awake finally.”
A voice in the shadows, sitting on a chair just out of sight.
“Was worried for a bit kiddo.”
Ray! He was in there, watching her while she was unconscious. She looked over to Remy and she noticed the frightened way he munched on straw. It wasn’t happiness he displayed, it was contained panic.
She ventured to speak, but her throat was so dry.
“It’s okay, don’t speak yet. There’s a glass of water beside you. Take a drink and gather yourself. We have a lot to talk about, you and I.”
Cilla looked at the glass with a hint of suspicion.
“Drink child, I haven’t poisoned it.”
As he spoke Ray’s demeanour changed. He was less the boorish lout and becoming someone unfamiliar to her. God, did he know? Of course he did, how could he not? A blind monkey could have figured what she’d done. Question is what he planned to do about it.
She picked up the glass and took a timid sip. It tasted so good, she fought the urge to chug it down and replaced the glass to the beside table.
“Good. Have you got any idea why we need to talk?”
Cilla shook her head “no”.
“Oh come on Cilla, I’m not an idiot. I come home from work and find you convulsing on my bedroom floor? My box upended beside you, empty? So, I have two questions and I want you to be truthful child, I will know when you are lying.”
Ray’s wrists began to faintly glow, then his forearms. Points of light shone beneath his skin. Cilla remembered the light in her chest, the feeling of the crystals entering her body. She closed her eyes and sighed. What was it?
“You and I have been shackled together for three years since your mother died.”
Since you murdered her, Cilla thought.
“That’s not true. Since your mother died, I’ve taken care of you and I don’t know why. You have been a burden and a disappointment at every turn. I would have left you on some stranger’s doorstep long ago but for certain expectations I’ve been forced to uphold. Outside forces want me to, for some reason, keep you around. I’m starting to regret ever making those agreements. I’m thinking very hard about re-negotiating my contract. I’m sick to death of your face child, I want to cave it in.”
The lights in his wrist began to shine brightly, and a mass of light flashed from his chest. He began to pant like a tired dog. He shut his eyes and clenched his fists into his thighs. The light began to fade and his breathing returned to normal. Cilla saw Remy cowering in the corner of his cage.
“Now you have me upset child. However … let’s get to my questions. Firstly, I want to know exactly what you expected to find when you broke into my bedroom?”
Cilla’s heart jumped, she forced the panic down.
“I was looking for photographs of my mother.”
Ray smiled a knowing smile.
“Child, why would you suddenly think I would have pictures of your mother that haven’t already been given to you? You’re lying. That’s strike one, try again.”
This wasn’t going well, “Really! That’s what it was.”
“Ok, I guess if you want to lie about it we can find another way to figure it out. Secondly, what have you done with the contents of the box you found?”
Cilla shook her head, “What box? I can’t remember anything beyond going into your bedroom. Really.”
“Really!” Ray said, mocking her.
Cilla felt a pressure on her throat, like a rope slowly drawing tighter. Ray’s arms were alight with a bright green glow. He stared intently at Cilla, his face was red with exertion. Cilla felt her body lift from the mattress, her throat closing off her breath.
“ Really? REALLY? Where is my property child? I will tear you apart if you don’t tell me what I want!”
She couldn’t breathe and panic took hold. Cilla kicked and thrashed in the air fighting the unseen force that lifted her three feet above the bed. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t. She felt her head begin to spin and blackness spreading across her eyes.
“I will take what I want from your dead body child! What did you think to do with them? You don’t even know how to use them, you’re an idiot Cilla! A spoiled, idiotic child!”
Cilla was passing out, it was almost over. A hot spot formed in her chest, a ball of warmth that spread from her lungs out and down her arms and legs. She saw through the coming unconsciousness a light, forming from her finger tips and out of her palms. Without thinking Cilla was raising her hands and she saw a blast of bright light. Suddenly, she could breathe again. She dropped to the bed, Ray wasn’t in the room any longer, a large hole in the wall took his place. She paused to catch her breath then quickly opened the cage, grabbed Remy and ran for her life.
“What the heck was that?” Remy asked
“No idea, but let’s get going okay? Questions later?”
Cilla launched herself down the stairs and out the front door of the house. Beyond the house was deeply wooded and she dove in. Behind her she hear a tortured howl. For a second she looked behind her and saw Ray stumbling from the front door. He struck out at the car, picking it up with unseen hands and dashing it to the ground.
“I will find you child! I will find you and I will enjoy dismantling your body piece by piece!”
In the woods Cilla had a chance to wait since she knew all the hiding spots.
“What are we going to do?”
“I haven’t got a clue, but you saw what I did to him. I need to figure out what happened in there and how I can do it again. He’s not going to get me easily.”
“Cilla, you’re frightening me.”
“Remy, I’m kinda frightening myself.”
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