Zillah spent most of her life an only child, she preferred it that way. When she turned 11 her parents gave her a surprise that would change her life. Her mother was pregnant. Zillah took this as a direct attack from her stepmother, whom she never truly liked. Her father had lost his first wife, Zillah's mother when she was 5. A year later she had already met and planned to remarry another woman. This woman, now Zillah's stepmother never connected with the black haired child. Zillah considered her a threat to her and her father and never truly liked her. A baby, she was the baby. She had always had dark thoughts, but from the moment she knew Alex was on her way it's just gotten worse. However, as soon as Alex was born something snapped inside Zillah. The only person she cared about was that small bundle of flesh and bone that watched her with the reddest eyes, the eyes of her wretched stepmother somehow seemed precious and sweet. From the moment that Alex was born Zillah and her were connected. The parent's assumed this was good, in the end, it would be the adult's downfall.
On Alex's 5th birthday she told ZIllah she wanted something only she could give her. Of course, the older sister who was now 16 happily agreed. This was the turning point in their lives. What Alex wanted was to test out a theory. Her theory involved the planned torture and murder of their parents. Zillah quickly agreed. Both children had always wondered what it would be like to be the one with the power. When the dead was done the two were sent away, almost separated. However, a new experiential "treatment" meant they could stay together if they moved to a new school called -- The Toy Box.
From the moment their mother took her last breath, Alex refused to speak. As the light faded from her father's deep green eyes that shown with the same light as her own Zillah began to cover hers. Regret was not something the two knew or had, but they did have a childish form of sadness. They missed their mommy and daddy. They had to push that down though, to survive. Once they arrived at the new school it was hell on Earth. They met two other children, brothers, who they found out were in the same boat as them. Parent murders. The four set out to understand the school. A big empty building which false doors and faulty wiring. That's how it seemed at first at least. In the end, they found out it was their retribution. They had to pay for the sins they committed in their own way. Pain, hallucinations, and death. The two girls were able to walk away, the boys were not as lucky.
After watching the only friends they had ever known die the two sisters found themselves walking through the front door of The Toy Box again. A clock struck 9 am and when they walked into the main office they saw a calendar on the wall. They had lived through hell for 3 years, and they couldn't leave yet. The two girls had changed, mentally and psychically. Zillah had to cut her hair when it was grabbed by -- something. The last three years was a blur now. Her hair hung just to her shoulders now, and her bangs no longer hid her strikingly green eyes. She didn't mind anymore. Alex had grown, she was too big to be carried around now, she was okay with that. It was easier to run if something suddenly attacked. Her voice still sounded weak, but she could speak again. No, she always could, she would now. It was all she could do to try and save her friends. Keyword: try.
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