Dysfunctional Family (10stare, Kayla, semi-open)

I am so deep in thought that when I see the mess in front of me, I am suddenly jerked back to reality and numbed from head to toe. I stop short for a moment, staring ahead with wide eyes. Body bags are wrapped around many Peacekeepers, but some are still alive. I stare into those dull, unseeing eyes, no longer following Flight or Dwyn. I stop where I am and focus on one pair of eyes after another. Empty. Nothing inside of them. It's like I've traveled into an empty, blank place when I try desperately to read them, their personality, their dreams, their weaknesses. There is nothing. I am trapped in a world of nothingness every time I try to find something. And it scares me to the point that I can move from my spot. Where I can't feel anything anymore. Never ending nothingness. Not even pain.
And that's when the scream begins to build up in my throat. It tries to escape my lips, and I attempt to shove it down, but a small noise does escape me. I squeeze my eyes shut, blocking out the never ending nothingness that replaces where the souls are supposed to be. And when I open my eyes, my face is emotionless, my body relaxed as I catch up to Flight and Dwyn.
"Had a fun time, did you?" my voice is below a whisper, almost as quiet as our footsteps, but I know they heard me.
Flight climbs up the wall with ease, quickly unlocking the window and slipping in.
I hesitate, unsure whether I'm to follow her or stay put. Then, imagining what could be inside the house, I immediately decide to stay put unless flight says otherwise. I still can't get rid of those images flashing before my eyes...
Emptiness is only scary half the time. One half, the emptiness promises to soon be full. But the other half is scary, especially when you see it like I just did, and know that it has been drained of it's wonders and is never to be full again.
It's more than scary.
It terrifies me.

As soon as our eyes connect, I know she's fighting in there. She's not gone. She's not giving up.
The pain I feel racing up my back from being slammed into the wall doesn't show on my face. But there is determination there, now.
Her grip on me is impossible to escape, so I don't try, and even though I can reach my knife, I don't. I could never hurt her.
"But you're not Flight," I hiss. "When you attacked me in the rebel base, almost choked me to death, it was Flight who saved me, Flight who defeated you, Flight who was stronger. When you attacked me with your swords, it was Flight who forced you not to drive your swords into me."
Flashbacks replay before my eyes, and I barely hear Dwyn taunting another person.
The tightness of my throat as I desperately try to breath, with the blackness creeping in...
The hot breath on my neck, with waiting teeth only a fingernail's thickness away...
I don't care about my life anymore. The monster can kill me. But I'm stalling for Flight, for her to escape, and for her to become herself again, so that she doesn't kill everyone else.
"I've escaped twice, and you're about to give that to me again," I say, my voice taunting. "It shows how weak you are, how much Flight influences you. You aren't strong, no matter how monstrous you are. You're weak, and fragile. Anyone can break your control. Ari's done it, Flight's done it, Dwyn's done it, I've done it. And now, at your great chance to prove your power, to kill the girl who's proven you weak numerous times, you decide to show weakness once again. How... disappointing. Not even a bit of torture before you let her go."
The screams of the people around us seem to become dull and far away as I lean my head closer to hers, our eyes less than an inch away.
"You're no monster."