On Trial

Who are you?!

Eugene felt so angry as he walked past that wretched wooden door. Cassandra's hoarse screams echoed through the hallway, causing the guards to become very irate.

"Move along, Eugene, she's fine." One of the guards growled, stoically.

"She's not fine!" Eugene argued, behind gritted teeth, "she's scared, she's hurt, she's upset, she's lonely, just like Rapunzel! You can't keep them both of them locked up like this!"'

"What are you going to do about it? You can't break them out, like you did last time, the security too tight. Now, MOVE ALONG!!"

Eugene glared in response, but slunk away. He was ashamed of himself. Ashamed that he couldn't do anything to protect his own girlfriend, or little sister, who both needed him now, more than ever.

Cassandra strained, as she let out another piercing scream. It hurt her ears, but she didn't care.

She kicked her bound legs, thumping them against the footboard, uncomfortably, as she listened to the sound of her whines.

The Acrophyme had long worn off, but they had strapped her down to her bed to "calm her down" and keep her "in place", by order of the new Captain, James. She desperately wanted to know what had happened to Eugene to make that git Captain. What was even more worrying, was that nor he, Rapunzel, her father, Varian or Lance, had been in to see her. She'd had no visitors at all.

There was a loud pounding at the door, and yet another bellow for her to shut up. But she was past the point of listening.

Tears rolled down her pale cheeks, as she gazed into the dark void all around her. She needed light! She needed light! She needed light!

When she screamed again, it hurt. It felt like someone had poured sharp, rusty nails down her throat.

"One more sound out of you.....!" She heard one of the guards yell, banging on the door again. She didn't hear the rest of the sentence, as it was blocked out by the pummel of her heart.

What was that? What was that she could see? It looked like two eyes, surveying her.

"Who are you?!" She called out.

No reply.

"Who are you?!!!" She screeched, starting to thrash.

Once again there was no reply.

"Please, just tell me who you are!!!"

The eyes dissolved, into the gloom. Cassandra couldn't see them, anymore.

"Are you finished?" The guard growled, marching into the room.

"I—I—saw eyes."

"Eyes?" He smirked, "you're crazy."

"I'm not. Seriously, I saw eyes!"

The guard sneered.

"It's your sleepy time," he said.

"No!" She panicked, pulling on her binds, "I'm not ready, I don't want-"

The guard ignored her, pulling out a brown bottle and a spoon.

She knew this process all to well. It was a horrible syrem they used to control her, to manipulate her mind into falling asleep when her screams became to much for them.

The spoon was shoved into her mouth, which made her entire body seize up. She couldn't breathe.

"Swallow."

Cassandra complied out of fear. What she could see of the guard's face was unforgiving, stoic and emotionless.

"Sleep tight," he leered, screwing the bottle cap back on.

As the world blurred, the eyes appeared one final time, before disappearing once more.

I know this chapter was really short, but there is a reason for this. I'm going to show Cassandra experiencing the effects of isolation, while still dealing with her nightmares, in three, small, filler chapters, that will lead up to a much longer, exciting one.