The higher pitched cry continued through out the next few moments, until a deep laugh began to rumble for the right hand corner. The haunting laugh only stopped when the man spoke fanatic words that mumbled into incoherency. His murmurings caused the crying to wail and sob loudly, she huddled further into the left corner. This continued for what felt like hours, and Amal had backed himself back up against the door. He was surprised he managed to muster the strength to get there.
The third, largely built, shadow which was perched in the middle was silent. The shadow seemed to be watching him, observing him intently.
Amal covered his hears, but refused to take his eyes from the three. Fearing they'd be the death of him if he does. Hours...maybe even a day passed with him in that room and the three never ceasing from their obsessions. The girl still cried and sobbed, her shadow was barely noticeable in the corner. She appeared as if she was thin and delicate.
In the blink of an eye the crazed jabberer was to his feet and lunged toward the left corner, he didn't make it past the middle when the large shadow grabbed him by the throat. Jabber threw punches and wriggled to free himself, but the hulk of a shadow set his hand upon the man's head and effortlessly decapitated him. Even with his ears covered Amal heard the girl's scream, he didn't blame her he was horrified and he would have backed away more if he was allowed the room.
He flinched when something was thrown at him, it hit the wall next to the door and squashed to the ground. It was the head, the head only had one eye dead center. A cyclops. At this point Amal let out a scream, it was scratchy and soft from lack of voice. He removed his hands from his ears and moved further from the head.
Hearing a growl and the rattle of chains he looked toward the other shadows. The hulk lunged for him as the support behind Amal gave out and a soft light shined in upon the beast just in time for it to halt abruptly from the thick chains shackling it. “Hulk” wasn't human either, the creature had little to no nose, beady eyes, and thin lips that were tight against the teeth behind. The two bottom k-9's stuck out from the shelter of the lips. The ogre was hideous.
It snapped and snarled at him, it's head just above Amal's stomach as he was laying back partially. He could feel the drool dripping down and onto him, causing him to shudder. A hand grabbed the back of his shirt and began to pull him out of the room, he didn't struggle against the pulling, even with the adrenaline coursing through him. He didn't want to, he wanted out of that room more than anything right now.
Before the door closed, Amal looked to the corner of the girl, he was right. She was small and fragile, with glass-like wings folded around her, dull designs decorated the wings. With the wings like glass he could see her tear stained angelic face...she looked human aside for the wings. A strange sense of relief rushed through him when he realized that. She looked human, he had seen a human face!
The door closed with a thud and his saviors hoisted him to his feet and dragged him away from the room where the beast howled.
Amal took a moment to regain himself after having been so terrified, once his thoughts were back to the routine questions of what was going to happen to him, where was Avci, is this what Avice had gone through?
Looking up and to the side he was relieved to not see animal masks, instead he saw big hoods that still covered the faces, hiding them from the torchlight. But they were still not animals.
He had punched his best friend...former best friend.
The astonishment rang through Avci's mind as his stared at his left hand, he could have been admiring the rings on it for all others knew, his ring finger and thumb were the only bare fingers on this hand. Keeva would be the only one to know that wasn't like him. He turned his hand to look at his knuckles.
He had made his friend bleed. Scream.
The feeling of revenge wasn't as gratifying as he had hoped. It didn't wash away the anger or hate. It only added more emotions to the mixture, doubt, confusion, and maybe...just maybe a hint of regret.
With a month having passed from that day Amal stood not ten yards from his “throne”, Avci still chuckled at Amal's thought of him as a king, the threat of Amal's remaining friends coming to rescue him was heightened.
He had lied about Amal's friends all being dead, four of them had lived out of the twenty of them. They were all injured, but he knew that wouldn't hold them back for too long. He guessed that any day now they would sneak into this fortress, only to find it barren.
They were leaving tonight, disappearing into the blizzard of darkness. Leaving no trace behind them.