Macallister O'harrison's Story

Mac looked out his window, the sun washing him with warm rays. He watched as a squirrel ran across the window pane. It stopped in front of Mac and twitched its nose twice.

Mac smiled diligently down at the small creature. Since Mac had been a young child he loved to care and love for things especially small creatures. Mac decide when he grew up he would protect them, be their voice since they couldn't speak themselves.

Mac sighed petting the creature, he starred strangely at it as it watched him intently without moving.
How weird. Mac thought, but continued to stroke the small furry beast.

The squirrel eye's darted behind Mac's shoulder before darting off. Mac turned seeing a man, a kind smile played at his lips, his blue eye's sparkling. Mac smiled back at the man. The man held his hand out towards Mac nothing but love and concern could be seen on the mystery man's face.

Mac slowly walked towards the mystery man without hesitation. Mac knew this guy, he trusted him.

As Mac took the man's hand his features changed completely. He gripped Mac's hand a devilish smile now on his lips.
"Aren't you a lovely doll?" Once the words escaped the man's mouth Mac's eye' widened. Damien.

Mac jolted from his place on his bed nearly falling off of it. Mac rubbed his hands self consciously remembering the dream. He shivered remembering the warm touch of the suns rays. It felt so real.
Mac looked around at his cell pushing a few strands of hair out of his eye's.
When was the last time he had seen sunlight?
It had to have been a while. A long while.

Mac had always been the type of person to avoid people, to find more comfort by himself rather than with others. But those first couple of months or days, however long it had been since Damien had brought his second doll was more than lonely.
Yeah he had, had Damien for company, but who likes to spend time with the very person who was keeping them locked up like animal.

Mac's stomach rumbled making him bite the inside of his cheek and snapping him out of his train of thought, as the surge of hunger ran through him. Mac was a skinny person to begin with, tall at that he need a lot of nutritions and he wasent getting it.

Mac stepped towards the cell door clumsily almost falling over, he leaned his weight against the wall steading himself.
He peeked his head out his cell and looked at the cell room next to him. Aspen.

He didnt care what anybody said about her, he loved her. She was like his light of hope. She never gave up, never. Mac had almost completely gave up, he decided he rather die than live another moment in a basement in the dark not in charge of his own fate. As if god's mercy, that was the day Damien brought Aspen down.
She had coaxed him into living to not give, she promised him she would find a way out and save them both.Without Aspen he wouldn't be here now.

Your not even going to be here much longer. A voice in Mac's head whispered tauntingly. He growled at the voice in his head. Mac was starting to lose it he knew it.
Mac sighed unable to forget about the comment the frequent voice had made. Mac was no idiot, he knew how easily people got bored, Damien at that.
The days Damien had actually come down to visit he didnt pay any attention to Mac to interested in his new dolls, Mac was starting to become...forgotten. Which was maybe a good thing as far as Mac knew.

Mac swallowed loudly his throat feeling dry, he licked his lips. Spit running into the cuts of his dry lips.
Mac lumbered slowly over to the hose unaware at the two people currently close by. Mac bent down ungracefully and began to lap up water. He sat back and closed his eyes after he had, had his fill. He opened his eyes allowing his eyes to wander to the two people, though dark he could make out the features of Belinda and Cyrus. Was that Cryus?
Mac shook his head did it even matter? He scrambled up and leaned against the wall now noticing one other person, Marina.

Mac watched her movements intently, she was trying to build up strength. Mac let out a defeated sigh a small cough escaping his lips, he leaned weakly against the wall.
Your never getting out. The voice in his head snickered.
Mac looked towards Aspen's cell ignoring the voice, was she okay? He had no guts to go over and see. Mac was one of the biggest cowards ever still he worried about the girl.

Mac gave up thinking about her and sat back down watching the small drops of water fall to the ground.

Aspen managed to collect herself. Slowly, she let go of Belinda, taking a minute to compose herself, calm down after being so close to him. She watched as Marina rushed over to the sandwich left on the floor, falling on it as if it would get her out of this hellhole.

Well... maybe not get her out, but it would help her survive.

It was then that Aspen realised that the rest would be expecting her to do something about it. The truth was, she was too exhausted to move, but she got up anyway, moving over to Marina. To her surprise, instead of eating the whole thing, Marina took a portion and left the rest. Aspen placed a weary hand on her shoulder, thanking her quietly for having the willpower to share with the rest. Marina only replied dryly, "He brought a feast, one whole sandwich!"

Aspen knelt down next to Marina. "Thank you," she whispered. "I'll try my best. I promise." As she tried to divide up the sandwich equally, Aspen heard Belinda call from behind her, "I wouldn't be surprised if it were filled out with human meat." Aspen sighed, her shoulders sagging. Everyone was on edge, tired and ready to give up. Aspen herself barely had any energy to be irritated with Belinda, so she let it slide.

She moved over to Belinda, taking firm hold of one of Belinda's hands and placing her portion in them. She then passed Mac his portion, before shifting over to crouch outside Cyrus's door. "Cyrus - " she said almost pleadingly, holding out the slice of sandwich for him. "I'm sorry for - what happened just now."

"I don't need your charity. Leave me alone." Aspen sighed. "Please, Cyrus. Don't." She couldn't understand why he was still giving her so much trouble. Didn't he want to survive?

Somebody walked up to them, and Aspen knew, somehow, that it was Marina. Her suspicions were confirmed by Marina's voice reverberating through the place. "It's not charity, the food was actually meant to be all of ours. Just because you're too picky to eat food somebody else hands to you does not mean that you can live without it. We're all hungry, so deal with it."

Aspen kept her eyes trained on Cyrus. She was glad that Marina was sticking up for her, but it was a little harsh. Everyone was losing hope, Aspen herself, though she would not admit it to anyone. There was no need for Marina to be so scathing. "Thank you, Marina," she said softly.

Turning back to Cyrus, she placed his portion of the sandwich inside the door. "If you want it, it's still there. Please, Cyrus, don't starve yourself, okay?" Though she hated the bullshit he gave her on a constant basis, somewhere deep inside, she still cared for him. Aspen did not have the energy, nor the willpower, to argue with Cyrus, so she left it at that. It would be his choice.

Aspen got up, turned her back on Cyrus. This was an indication that she would not dispute the matter with him anymore; it was his choice, if he wanted to starve. A sudden wave of anger surged over her. Here she was, doing all she could to help him survive, going out of her way even, and all he could do was refuse her "charity". Stupid Cyrus! she thought viciously. Starve to death then! See if I care!

Immediately, she was remorseful. Ages spent in this stonewalled prison had changed her; Aspen was now more prone to mood swings. Still, did Cyrus deserve it? Maybe he did, just a little.

Aspen made her way to Mac's... Room? Cell? Whatever is was, there was water inside, and she needed it. She knelt gingerly beside the tap, letting the cool water trickle down her throat. As she drank, Belinda's comment earlier on about human meat came back to her, and it was too much. Aspen threw up there and then, heaving violently as what she had just eaten minutes ago forced its way back up.