Author's Notes

Hey all so I have been wanting to write a split since the movie split came out. I have seen Glass now and feel I should write this. This fic is Rated M for gore, smut, possible sexual assault and murder. This is a warning now so don't read if you do not agree with the themes I have described. Also I will be getting rid of old fics I have not finished. So heads up on that. Enjoy!

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"I must say she is quite the sight."

"Woah she's super DUPER pretty."

"I wonder if I can get her to dance for me now."

"Hush now, Dennis. I will have none of that when we invite our new guest to live with us. She is Kevin's friend from childhood and we must make sure she feels safe and at home when she meets… him"

"I know that! I knew her since she was a little girl. But she's all grown up now. She's… blossomed."

"Oooh the Beast is going to love her!"

"Kevin wants her so he will have her. Bring her to us, Dennis."

The air in Philadelphia is always calm around night time. It's when I did my daily walks. Seven to eight. One hour of movement. It's considered exercise. My dad always told me not to walk alone at night, and if I did I should carry a weapon. But I no longer cared what happened to me. If someone wanted to rob me or hurt me then it's what is meant to happen to me. Maybe they want to hurt me more than I wanted to live and stay safe.

I was an easy target. African-American, 5'7, finally 150 pounds after years of working out and eating healthy. I was 280 before. My short fro has grown into long spiral down to the middle of my back. I could be easily over powered. Maybe I wanted to die. Nah, that's too easy. I never walked far out too far though. I lived in a one-bedroom apartment of which I walked around on the smooth sidewalk constantly before and after work. I was just a patient specialist at Memorial walk in clinic. I just checked in patients and prepared them to be seen by the nurses. Simple job for the simple life I wanted. I waved at a couple on bikes riding on the side of the street. I saw them all the time on my walks. We both were used to seeing each other.

I was coming upon a hotdog vendor now, Pedro, is his name.

"Well hello there Teleya!" he said, and I smiled and stopped looking his cart over.

"Evening, Pedro. How are you?" I asked. Pedro was from Mexico. He would tell me tons of story when I was younger. He's been around forever. Everyone liked his food, even the people who wondered if he was legal which he was. He gave an old smile, his grey mustache curling with his lips. I remember how dark his hair was beneath the sun on dry days.

"Oh doing well, doing well. Hey what you doing out here all by yourself?" he asked worried as usual. I smiled.

"I am just on my way home right now." I replied. He shook his head as he wiped his hands with a cloth he had hanging over his shoulder.

"When you gonna get married, have a family, let your husband take care of you?" he asked. Pedro had a wife, her name was Blanca. She was very sweet and kind and beautiful even from youth to old age. She died of pancreatic cancer last year. She was someone I aspired to be. Head strong and focused.

"Oh Pedro, I'm only 23. I have my entire life ahead of me. A family and a husband can wait. I want to enjoy these beautiful walks, talking to you and others without having to go home to crying children." I said, and he gave a horsed laugh.

"Ay crying children give you something to look forward to!" he said happily and I chuckled and nodded some.

"Yes. Maybe." I replied and looked up at the sky. It was getting darker now and I smiled and began to walk pass Pedro.

"Good night." I replied.

"Buenas Noches!" he called out. Once I was in front of my apartment steps, I moved inside and walked up the stairs to the second floor. I unlocked my door and went inside. Two lights were on which I had cut on before I left. I cut off the lamp on the end table next to the door and then the one in the kitchen and substituted my room's lamp. I noticed the mucky smell in my room and looked around. It smelled like mild body odor from being outside. I didn't realize I had picked up that much sweat. I noticed my window was cracked a bit. I had been busy all day, I must have forgotten to close it before I left for work.

Damn it's gonna take a lot of Febreze to get that smell out. I locked the window and moved over to my bathroom and stripped out of my clothes. The water was warm on my skin. I rotated lightly around feeling a shiver shoot up into my body from the perfect temperature. My hair was in a loose bun but tight enough to stay off my neck. I was used to short hair, so I never had to worry about keeping it dry in the shower.

My mom preferred short hair. I ran my hands over my chest, feeling the welts on my chest that painted down my chest and stomach. They painted my back and reminded me how a slave is treated by its master when it does something wrong. That's how I felt. I closed my eyes thinking of those days of captivity. That's how I felt. A small creaking of my door immediately caught my attention. My eyes snapped open and my curtains flew back. I screamed as I feel hard hands grabbing at me. My feet are slipping on the tub as I fight back from being pulled from it. It's a man, shaven head, something hidden over his face, all black. I hit against his face, but he gets his hand over my mouth with a white cloth. The smell is off and I don't know what it is. I want to panic some more, but my body doesn't do what I ask. My hands weaken and so does my body. My hands arms stop struggling and I am going to sleep.

"She needs to keep her hair, short Arnold! Long hair leads to temptation and soon boys will be swarming her!"

"What are you talking about! She's a teenager, she needs to learn her identity and what she likes!"

"She is our child, we give her her identity! Long hair is easier for men to grab and pull. She could get taken so easily!"

"You're overreacting!"

"I'm her mother I am allowed to overreact!"

"Have you taken your pills!"

"I don't need those pills! I am just fine!"

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY BABY!"

"She doesn't get to talk back to me in my house… WHAT ARE YOU DOING! YOU CAN'T ARREST ME I GAVE HER THE BEATING A CHILD NEEDS TO RESPECT HER PARENTS!"

"My name's Dennis. If you're going to hang out with Kevin, you need to be clean. Always clean."

I gasped now and my eyes snapped open. My body was sore and I was cold. I blinked and slowly sat up? I looked down to see I was in a bed, but not my bed. I was looking around now at the beige walls that surrounded me. Where the hell was I? The bed I was in was checkered red and white. There was a small desk, way too small for an adult. There was a door and another room with tiled floor which I assumed was the bathroom. I looked down at myself to see I was dry, hair matted around my shoulders, and I was in one of my nightgowns. Silk, purple. One of the only things that I felt beautiful in. It took a long time to feel beautiful in my skin again. Who put me in this? What the hell is going on!

"H-hey… hey where am I? Is anyone there!" I cried out. I was answered with yelling. High pitched tones filled with fear. Girls? Others were here. I moved to get off the bed, but a rattling made me stop. Finally I realized my wrist was cuffed by a long chain and connected to the metal headboard of the bed. My eyes widened as I pulled at the chain a bit. Now I was in utter panic.

"What is this? What's going on!" I shouted in complete panic. I pulled back against the chain but got nowhere. It was only long enough that I could sit up. I couldn't even put my feet on the ground. I heard the door make a noise and I snapped my head up. The door was opening slowly and I leaned back into the bed some watching as a figure stood in the door way. It was a tall man in grey slacks and a buttoned up black shirt. He had peach skin and grey rimmed glasses his. His eyes were hard and cold, and his hands were clasped together. He looked so neat and tidy and familiar. I looked him over some more.

"Do you remember me?" he asked in a firm tone. I looked him over some more in thought. Maybe. I tried to think back. I hadn't met this man before as an adult. But his face was very familiar.

"I… I know your face." I said curling up into the wall. He stepped in closer to me closing the door and locking it. I tensed at this action and watched as he approached me. I whimpered some, my body shaking, the screams of other girls adding to the fear. I took it all back, this wasn't supposed to happen. I didn't want to die.

"Think." he commanded, and I just shook my head.

"I don't know!" I cried out. "What do you want from me?"

"I want you to remember, so you can be ready for him." he said. He kept his distance from the bed and my chest heaved out and in out of panic. His voice was deep, and it was bringing back jumbled memories, but I was too afraid to think.

"I don't know." I said.

"Try!" he yelled making me cry more and I turned my face away curling up more.

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT! PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE!" I cried out. Now there was silence and I glanced back over at the man to see him just looking down at me.

"You used to like dolls. Not barbies, but the dolls with too much make up and revealing outfits. Their feet always came off." he said. I winced at his words looking away in thought. Bratz. He knew I played with Bratz dolls. I looked back at his face some and looked him over once more. Now it was coming back to me. That boy who was good at acting. He could be any character he wanted. The man obsessed with cleaning was his favorite character. I played with him sometimes when his dad was home but not his mom. My eyes widened some in realization.

"You… you're that boy from my childhood neighborhood." I said softly looking him over more. He always called himself Dennis at the most random times when I spilled something. He lifted his head some and nodded.

"I've missed you." he said quickly looking away some before looking down. What the hell was going on? I hadn't thought about that boy for years. He moved away and I never saw him again. But what was his name. Think. Think. Think.

"Kevin." I replied. The man frowned some.

"I would like to think you have missed me too." he pressed. My body tightened at his words. It's been so long since I have seen this man. How could he possibly remember me?

"I have missed you… but how can I be sure you even know who I am." I replied.

"I'll never forget you and neither has Kevin… Teleya." he said my name with such softness that I was unsure of how I felt about it. Why was he speaking like he wasn't here? Maybe something was really wrong with him now.

"C-can I speak to Kevin?" I asked.

"No. Kevin is no longer allowed to have the light. We are protecting him." he said. I winced at his words.

"We?" I asked nervously. He stared at me now for a few seconds, his head slowly looking my body over.

"Patricia will speak to you next." Was all he said before turning and moving toward the door. There was another person here?

"Wait, D-Dennis wait!" I called out. He paused in front of the door, his face slowly looking in my direction. So he was Dennis again, that character.

"Why am I here?" I asked. I could hear him inhaling some.

"We saw you at the zoo, months ago. Kevin saw you and missed you. So we took you for him. Now you must prove to us you belong before the Beast gets here. You must be purified before you can join us." he replied and hurried from the room. My eyes widened at his explanation. What the hell? The Beast? Purify me? What did that mean? Whatever was going on, I knew I had to get out of here before it's decided that I can't join them.