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Chapter Twenty One - "Part Of Me"

I used Google translate for the Hungarian, so apologies if the translation is wrong.  (The text isn't too important, it's not like it's important information.  You'll all know what's going to happen and why they're speaking to be honest).  Also, first to comment (and on chapters before and after this) will get a dedication!

“This is the part of me that you're never gonna ever take away from me, no.

Throw your sticks and stones,

Throw your bombs and your blows,

But you're not gonna break my soul.”

Chapter Twenty One - “Part Of Me”

IMMI

               Trying to pull up my arms, I found that I couldn't.  It felt like my wrists, legs and stomach were tied to something.  Before I'd gotten into the car, they'd put something over my head so I couldn't see.  All I knew was that that man from that vision I had was the one who'd spoken to me.  The fact that I had been blindfolded and put in the same care terrified me.

               My surroundings were revealed when the darkness was finally ripped away.  I was sat in front of a table in what was an almost empty room.  The walls were padded and a deep crimson, it reminded me of something but I couldn't pinpoint it.  This wasn't exactly the type of room someone would want to spend ages in.

               An elderly woman, with scars down her face sat in one of the chairs.  Saying she was terrifying was an understatement.  There was no word to describe how unsettled and scared I felt just being in her presence.  Her eyes looked haunted and it was as if she was picking apart my appearance.  The way she sat was horrible too, her back bending over.  Her clothes hung off her body, as if she couldn't fit into them.  It almost felt like I was naked, vulnerable to her.

               Soon, the man came in.  The one who I'd seen earlier.  Now I was even more petrified.  Although, he didn't seem to be scrutinising me like the old woman was.  He was just watching me, observing my movements (even though I could barely move).  A ghost of a menacing smile appeared on his face before he removed it, replacing it with a frown.

               “Piroska, why have you tied the poor girl up?  We don't treat our guests like this!”  His voice screamed disapproval but I wasn't sure.  I'd had a vision of what he'd done to those poor angels and I was worried.  I didn't know if it was real or not.

               “Megteszem, amit szeretek söpredék.”  She hissed.  Her teeth!  Most were missing and the ones that weren't were black.  Her tongue was as if it was growing other things on top of it.  I felt sick at the sight.

               “Now, now.”  His words seemed to have had an affect on her.  She growled at him.  It was like this woman was more like an animal than a person.  He glanced to me before speaking back to her, obviously in her native tongue.  “Szükségünk van rá a Dimitri.  Ne mondj semmit, ha kérem.  Szerezd meg aberendezéseket, és kész - ő majd vissza akarja, memória, ígérem.”  Not once did he stumble on his words, almost like he was used to speaking the language.  I was worried about what they were saying.

               “Fine.”  She muttered, weirdly coloured spit flying out as she spoke.  I flinched away, not wanting to be touched by her spit.  Scraping her chair slowly back, I watched as she limped over to me.  She wasn't a small woman – no, she was rather large heightwise.  I couldn't tell the size of her, her baggy clothes covered her body entirely.

               Her grey, wrinkling hands attacked the ropes at my wrists.  Her sharp nails caused marks on my skin.  I was so worried that I would catch whatever she had.  No other person I'd ever seen (while I could remember) had looked like this.  Their skins were clear, were nice.  Her skin... wasn't.