• “You worthless piece of garbage!” yelled the man in the black suit. His hand slapped across the little girls face, knocking her down. “Don’t you realize what you’ve done? We now have another one of those monsters in human skin roaming the Earth! You should’ve just taken it while you had the chance! And allowing yourself to be seen by a mortal is completely unacceptable! The Master is not going to happy about any of this!”
    The small girls golden curls jostled as she tried to push herself off the ground. Her small boney arms could barely support her weight. She crashed back down to the cold, hard, unforgiving floor. Tears began to well up in the corners of her ocean eyes. She tried to push herself up again, hardly able to lift her head.
    “Pathetic. Look at you. Barely able to pick yourself up off the ground, well I suppose it what you deserve. I could’ve had the right to kill you for this but I didn’t. You’d better count your blessings, little girl. Now remember the last time you miss behaved? I took away your voice. Isn’t that something you want back?”
    She stopped and stared. That was the one thing she missed. To speak, and say what she wanted. To hear her voice once more, just once more. To hear her ability to talk.
    “Maybe I’ll give it back, as long as you don’t disappoint me.” He walked away leaving the girl incapacitated on the floor. She reached up, groping in the dark for anything to help support her up. She grabbed hold of the dark purple curtain and trusted herself up off the ground. The curtain swayed gracefully , revealing the midnight moon. It shone perfectly over the deep sky. Silver moonbeams bounced across the room, falling unto a small particular item. A small glass bottle with a deep red liquid contained inside. A black gothic cross figure served as the cork. Affixed to it was a small piece of parchment labeled Quiesco Toxicum.