CHAPTER THIRTEEN

He drugged your food." Maria sighed. Kit lay his head on Maria's lap, who was sitting cross cross on the cold, white tiles. Maria kissed the top of his head, stroking his hair.

"Theres got to be a way out." Maria examined the rest of the room with a turn of her head, for the millionth time, but yet again there was nothing new.

"Why did he bring me here, and not the police?" Kit asked. Maria sniffled, rubbing kits shoulders as she spoke.

"I have no idea. But, I have a horrible feeling." Maria would do anything to protect him, she'd die for him. It was an unspoken love, a true genuine love. She needed him and he needed her.

"I promise I won't let anything happen to you." Maria lay her head down on kits back, while his was on her lap. Kit almost immediately fell asleep. It wasn't his fault, he was stressed and scared. He basically shut off. Maria didn't sleep the entire time he was asleep. She didn't trust anything, so she just held him as he slept quietly. That unfortunately only lasted what felt like hours, until thredson came again. He was dragging something in a bag, something heavy cause he was struggling with it. Maria was too busy staring at the bag, rather then say something.

"Ah, you're up early." Oliver said with a cheerful voice. He dropped the bag to the floor, following shortly after with a thud. Then, a horrid smell seeped through the bag. Maria had never smelled anything worse than that, it was a disgusting awful smell. Now, kit had just woken up. He was frightened by Oliver's appearance, so he took Maria in his arms and made sure nobody was touching her.

"Wanna see whats in the bag, kiddos?" Oliver laughed. Gulps came from kit and Maria's throats, and suddenly they both weren't dying to see this mystery bag.

"No." Maria answered. She thought maybe he'd listen, but of course she was sadly wrong. That just made him wanna torture them with the surprise he had for them both. Oliver picked up the bag so quickly, and then he shook it harshly. Tears dripped on the floor, Kit and Maria seeing what was in the bag.

"GRACE!" Maria sobbed-screamed. Her voice was sharp, and painful. She shook, every move she made she shook even more. Kit was just..frozen. His mind stopped, his actions stopped, his feelings stopped. Everything. Stopped. Maria cupped graces face, her dead face. She sobbed into graces bloody shirt.

"Blood." Maria muttered. It all came to her at once, the pain, the realization, the reality, everything. While they were sleeping, Oliver must have killed grace then. It's not like anyone at briarcliff would care, she was in there for murder, much like everyone else but again, nobody would care.

"You..KILLED HER!" Maria wasn't even in full control of herself, she wasn't thinking and she just lunged herself at Oliver. She punched him over and over in the head, and in that moment Kit finally snapped out of it. He did the same as Maria, and attacked Oliver.

"Piece of shit!" Maria grunted. She grew weaker with every punch, not seeming to know why.

"G..as.." Kit fell to the white tiles, right beside graves dead body. It was sleeping gas. Of course Oliver had hidden tricks like these, did you really doubt him? Maria could feel her eyelids closing on her, even though she tried to hard to stay awake. If she didn't, she knew there was no turning back. Her head rested besides kits, and then black.

-Maria woke up, her legs and hands restrained. She was still in the white tile room, except grace wasn't there anymore. But, Kit was there across the room, restrained as well. He was still out cold, and if maria could have predicted the future, she'd wish he would've never woken up in that time period.

"Kit, wake up!" She whispered, being sure oliver wasn't there. She sighed, him still not waking up. She then heard a voice she didn't wanna hear.

"Dont worry, he'll wake up after he hears us  mommy." Oliver spoke. That last word rung in Maria's mind, hitting back and forth in her mind.

"Mommy?" Maria stuttered out. Oliver started unbuttoning his flannel shirt, and it dropped the the floor revealing his pale skin. Maria could sense what was going to happen, and she was scared.

"No, please!" Maria begged, hoping he would give mercy. Oliver sat next to her, she was tied down onto the floor, so she was laying down.

"Mommy, you've been with another man." Oliver began touching Maria's breasts. Maria struggled to get away, but the restraints held her down. Just like he wanted. Maria could see Kit starting to wake up.

"Agh.." Kit grunted. He couldn't see Maria, cause oliver was blocking the sight of her with his body. Maria had to be silent, she knew Kit couldn't see her, and she didn't want him to see her. She figured that if she was silent, he wouldn't know it was her that was under oliver.

"Maria?" Kit called out. He couldn't see her, but he wondered where she was.

"You prick, where's Maria!" Kit shouted at oliver. Oliver wanted Kit to see him taking Maria, her dignity, her purpose, her happiness. Oliver was about to turn around to Kit, but Maria grabbed him by his face. She pressed her lips onto Oliver's, so he wouldn't talk to kit. Tears left her eyes, and onto Oliver's shirt.