WARNING! You do NOT want to read this

[Enemy Massacre Soveren]

It was sad.

So, so very sad.

So sad that despite all the horrible truths this house held, everything still seemed so perfectly alright from the outside. In fact, there were only two people in this house that desperately wanted out.

Or, at least, Enn was pretty sure Jason was still alive and wanted out of this hellhole too.

But then, Enn wasn't even sure about that, and that bothered her. She was worried about her best friend and the only reassurance she had that her best friend was still not only alive, but fine, was if her brother had been keeping his word every time Enn asked.

Well, he was also her uncle, but lets not get too confusing.

Giggling.

Her baby sisters were giggling and playing, as if all was right with the world and it was okay to be locked in this basement.

Okay, so this had been a lot worse when their father was around! Still didn't change the fact that it was bad. Their father had never set up beds for her and her sisters and had never actually even bothered to try and help them with the problems that came with their birth defects. I mean, sure, Jordan didn't do a very good job of it, but the fact that he was clearly trying made Enn hate him A LITTLE less for killing Bones.

That's right. One of the biggest reasons the rather simple-minded child was furious with her elder and only brother, was the fact that he killed her puppy. Sure, he may claim every time he tried to apologize for it that the little dog had frustrated him with it's excessive barking, but that didn't make it okay that her puppy was dead! Hell fucking no! And Enn was going to STAY mad at him too!

Or, at least, until she was no longer separated from Jason... Or better yet, her brother let them both out! I mean, these were possibilities, right? Sure, the latter was a "once in a blue moon" kinda deal, but the first one had some serious chances, right?

So, as the light spilled in from the high-up and barred over window in the top corner of the room and far out of the frail child's reach, as her younger sisters quietly giggled and played, the eldest (who was also Enn's mother) sitting quietly in the far corner, smiling and slightly rocking back and forth while humming to herself, tiny little Enn was hanging off the side of the bed right underneath the little window, puking up a storm. See, she had warned him that this is exactly what happened to her when she ate food! But, no. He didn't listen! And now, it was Enn that had to suffer the consequences of her brother's idiocy.

What made this situation all the worse was that none of her sisters knew what they were missing. They thought Enn's stories of the things that lay behind the four walls they had grown up and spent all their lives inside were amazing, but completely unreal and untrue things. Nothing but silly fairytales. That twisted Enn's gut into knots. Her sisters were living a lie, a horrible, nasty lie... Was her brother too?

Rusted hinges creaked open. Well, speak of the devil and he shall appear. Enn turned her head ever so slightly to look, still leaning over the side of the bed and towards the metal bucket she had been hurling in. It was still off-settling, for Enn to get used to how her brother and sisters all looked now, because of her affinity. Everyone looked so different to her, but she could never possibly describe how people looked to her. Enn was never good with words, Jason was the smart one after all! Thinking too much usually put Enn in bad situations to be perfectly honest, that's why Enn usually left the thinking to Jason. He was better at it anyways.

"Emily..." she could hear him approaching the bed. You know, if every part of her didn't feel like they weighed a thousand pounds, Enn would have probably pushed herself upright, glared at her big brother, told him not to call her Emily, which would have earned her a harsh smack across the face. Instead, she just kept her head down and listened to what her brother had to say. She doubted he'd start touching her since she had just been throwing up almost seconds ago, but really, with how twisted her relatives were, you just never knew with this kinda thing.

"I got you something..." Got her something? Now this was new. Her sisters had all fell to silence, something that usually only happened when something strange and new to them was in the room. Lowered down to her line of sight was a rather fat cat. Enn kind of wanted to start repeatedly poking it's big belly and roll it around on the floor and make it run to see what would happen. Soon enough, the cat caught sight of a tiny mouse moving on the opposite side of the room, and much faster than one would imagine a fat-cat going, the cat darted across the room, it's fat swaying from side to side as it made it's clumzy chase for the mouse.

Enn was amused, watching the fat feline chase the mouse around, to the extent that she had stopped being cautious of her brother, still seated by her on the bed, stroking her bright electric blue hair and, slowly enough that she hadn't yet noticed, pulling her back up onto the bed. "I love you Emily, my little baby sister..." he murmured, Enn still entirely oblivious to his actions, too entertained by the cat and the mouse, however, she did notice when she felt the hand sliding up the inside of her shirt. "I love you." he whispered into her ear.

Oh god.

Not again.

The screaming started, but no one did anything, her sisters just minded their own business or watched.

She tried to fight him off, she really did, but she was so weak!

So weak and frail.

Katie, one of her sisters, giggled. She thought that Enn's screaming and cursing was silly. After all, their big brother was just showing how he loved her.

As if this was normal for families.

She couldn't stand how lost her family was in this lie this lie.

Would they ever see the truth?

[alyss]

I thought you might wanna know whats up with Jay, and since this is too crappy to post here's his side of the history, BTW it takes place after Enn's post:

Minutes. Hours. Days.

Those were something Jason had lost count of, he had no recollection of the time he had spent in this hell hole, let alone what this hell hole looked like, Aleksandr knew all his secrets, more than Enn would ever know, he knew what Jason needed to see, and he knew it scared him. Slowly, as the non-existent time passed, Jason had loss recollection of some more things, he couldn't remember how he had been at Tulsa, but he remembered some people easily; Willow, Ray, Nefret, Kalona and "mother" Red - or maybe it was ex mother? - Jason wasn't sure of some of their roles in his life except for Willow, Ray and Kalona, his father, but the more he thought on it the sketchier it had become, he blamed it on lack of food, the drugs being pumped through him and the fact that when in a closed it room, you tend to go a little loopy from lack of air.

There was on e thing Jason knew more than anything in his life - well, that he knew clearly enough - was that Enn was somewhere in this hellhole, that made him scared though, that his best friend was somewhere with Aleksandr and her sister, doing maybe the same treatment as he got or more or less, he hoped for the latter.

Screams and giggles were heard through the wall to his left and Jason squeezed his unseeing eyes closed he knew the screams were Enn, sometimes when he was blank like this he could hear her, and her sisters, it was torture, not only being unable to have a chance to see, but that he couldn't be there beside his bestie, at a moment as crucial as this.

Pushing himself up off the floor, Jason staggered and moved towards the wall where he could hear her screams, he knew there was a bed on this end, Aleksandr - or maybe was it Jordan? - placed him on it a couple of times for either his own gain or just because Jason couldn't reach it himself, mainly the former though, Jason didn't want Aleksandr to carry him, he didn't want him touching him with the same hands that had hurt his best friend.

He dragged himself along the wall until he fell on the bed, usually, he was quite fine with being blind but this was not a situation where he was fine with that fact. The screaming still continued, and Jason wondered if he could cry again, he had lost the ability some time ago, somehow within the days here he had lost the ability to cry anymore tears.

Suddenly the screaming stopped and a voice could be heard but the words were drowned through the wall Jason moved to hit the wall, make some sort of loud noise that his bestie could hear and know he was alive, but before he was going to try - as it had happened many times before - a hand grabbed onto Jason's wrist, he had noticed the sound of the door opening or Aleksandr quiet call for him, but now that his hand was gripping dangerously tight Jason noticed, that once again Aleksandr had come between him and reassuring his best friend.

"How many times must I tell you not to disturb them? Jason was quite sure that he was treated differently then them, they were his property and family, while Jason, he was his property but he was also an intruder in a sense, Kalona's child, someone who was important to Enn, something.... Unwanted, though he was kept around for amusement, and maybe for some other reason, Jason had no understanding of what it was though.

His grip tightened on Jason's wrist and Jason was brought back to the jarring pain in his wrist, he struggled and was slammed down onto the hard mattress he had learned after multiple times that if he screamed that Enn couldn't hear him, his walls were made to keep sound in, but purposely made to let sound in. "I missed you." As usual, he had started being sweet again, Jason shook and pulled at him, but he was too weak right now to do anything.

Too weak, and he had to admit that forgotten feelings were holding him back.

"I love you." Lies spilled from the lips of a liar, Jason desperately wanted him to get it over with and leave him alone, just leave him the hell alone. Shaking he slightly called out for Enn, he was the brains in their friendship yes, but he could only do things when Enn was there keeping him sane and safe, they did that for each other, they needed each other.

Slowly Aleksandr's hand slipped around him, in his tattered clothes, and even though Jason thought he couldn't he cried again.

God help them.