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Chapter Five: Instinct

No, the scream didn't accompany any attack of some kind—the scream was the attack. (Even though in reality, it's more of a defensive tactic..)

You may expect me screaming not to be that fearsome.

You're very, very wrong.

I possess, when needed, an exceptionally piercing voice. A perk of being a girl, I suppose.

However, that wasn't the main reason my scream was so nasty—no, it's far more than that.

I'm loud. Very, very loud.

"Good lungs on 'er," the pediatrics used to say when I chattered ceaselessly throughout my check-ups.

Oh, how right they were.

I suppose it helps that I could carry a note for almost half a minute.

Some of you might say "That's nothing! Nothing! In choir, oh, lemme tell ya—!"

Well, it's not nothing. Especially when I let loose a scream, a brilliant, furious scream that makes my throat sore, leaves me winded, and pink in the cheeks—a beautifully loud, shrill scream from 2 feet away.

Immediately the guard dropped my arm and shoved me back in the cell, cringing as I probably shattered his eardrums.

But when he dropped my arm, I stopped screaming, so was that shoving business really necessary?

Eh, probably.

But within a few moments, someone had burst into the room, probably expecting rape, or carnage, or something.

Nope. All they saw was a pissed off man trying to stop his ringing ears from throbbing.

Well, that, and me still leaning against the cell bars, holding my wrist in my icy cold hands, muttering in annoyance.

And that's how I found myself unceremoniously hauled to the top-deck of this gigantic, friggin' huge metallic monster of a ship.

I laughed nervously.

Standing in front of me was the angry boy who set himself on fire!

Then I noticed the huge scar on his face, cringed, rubbing the right side of my face whilst I shuddered.

"That had to hurt," I remarked sympathetically. Ish.

Okay, it was more of a sarcastic form of sympathy, but hey.

Well. Somebody isn't too accepting of other people's compassion.

He looked angrier.

I bit my lip nervously I was escorted to the other end of the ship by my furious counterpart, who was currently stalking in front of me irately—far in front of me.