Arnorld resisted with all his strength but his bones cracked and broke as Cyrus twisted his arm.
Cyrus' legs dropped to the floor, the bones cracking but he did not feel the pain. He stood upright. Each step taken was bloody. His black eyes stared at Arnold's widened gaze.
Arnold tried pulling his arm from Cyrus's grip but it did not move an inch. “You're possessed,” Arnold said. “How's that possible? What're you?”
Cyrus ignored the question and kept staring.
Arnold spinned the room and tilted the space but neither of them fell. Even upside down they stood unaffected.
“You pest,” Arnold called and squeezed Cyrus' neck with his greatest strength. It did not bulge. Cyrus raised his good hand and broke off each finger on his neck; one by one. Arnold shrieked in fear.
Cyrus laughed at Arnold's pain. The
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Cyrus Night lay within the confinement of his solitary cell that had just one bunk and a basin that consistently dripped a drop of water every five seconds; each drop echoed. The room was cold and damp, with its light source coming from a single small window high up on the wall, from which the Arctic wind gained access to the room. This was the Iceberg Jail, and Cyrus Night was freezing. Deep within the darkness, Cyrus eyes opened. He shifted with unease as the residue of the dream he had latched onto him with intense fear. He heard a soft, feminine voice call his name in the cold wind, causing goosebumps to break out all over his body. He began to shake his head with extreme force because he didn't want to listen. He could live with anything but that voice. It was eerie, and it made his skin crawl. "I'm in a cell. I'm in a cell," he muttered to himself repeatedly as he forced down the dream. He did not hear the door to his cell open, and two large men stepped in with a large black b
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