North Carolina's POV:

I could hear the screams of one of my brothers from the dark cell that I inhabited. I curled up tighter, hugging my knees to my chest as best as I could with the cuffs that held them in a vice like grip. Trying to keep my breathing controlled, I tilted my head back and closed my golden brown eyes, hoping I could calm myself.

This was the first time I'd ever been alone. The screams of my brother and the isolation were slowly starting to give me a sense of horror, the kind you get when you've been trapped in the dark for a long time. The smell of fresh blood had begun to waft toward my cell and I gagged silently, no sound coming out due to my inability to speak.

The screams had stopped. I perked up slightly as footsteps thundered towards my cell, but I shrank back when I heard the whimpers and the dragging of chains that accompanied them. I buried my head in my knees, fighting back tears and shaking violently as I started to fear the worst.

Thomas, wherever you are, I'm so sorry for everything I ever did to you, I thought, silently addressing my sort of twin, South Carolina. I missed him... The door to my prison opened with a loud creak and a tall man dressed all in black entered. Something he held at his side was steadily dripping with a dark liquid, and the smell of blood once again filled my nostrils. I whimpered as the figure let out a deep laugh, a laugh I faintly recognized as that of America's younger brother... Canada. All I could see of his face were two deep, glowing red eyes.

"It's your turn, dumby. Lets see if I can get that voice of yours working and make you scream!"