Chapter Three- Creation of the Iceberg Summary:
Twin female, 3rd oldest AKA The Ice Queen. Why the unit is so important to her, and why sacrificing anyone to keep it together is so important.

Warnings:
THIS STORY CONTAINS METIONS OF MOLESTATION AND ABUSE. I AM WARNING YOU, IT IS NOT THE NICEST SUBJECT. YOU ARE WARNED!! Why the heart is absent..

...POV Ice Queen Then police left us in our house for the night, with an escort. He sits there, a babysitter. We can easily out maneuver him, but we need our sleep. Our younger ones are already ready to sleep, which means that we are all going to bed. Even though we do not feel tired, our eyes become heavy the moment our heads hit the pillow.

This is the most dangerous time because we are not a unit in nightmares.

I am me.
But, these are more than just unpleasant dreams, these are memories. My own, no one else makes an appearance except the monster. He always comes when I’m alone. My Heart, he sleeps, or is hit, or is doing something for me. I love him, but I hate him.

I fear that sometimes it is his entire fault that my life is horrible. If I did not have to protect him, I might have energy left over to protect myself. And if I could protect myself, then maybe the unit would not be necessary. I can protect, but he is so much bigger than me. And older and stronger. I cannot break his will. His will is as iron as his muscles. His arms have more strength than my body, his hands my thighs, his will my soul. It is not that he doesn’t try, he doesn’t have the strength. And he comes in, My Heart, and he stands there, watching, crying, screaming, trying to pull the monster off, and using his fists and teeth, and legs. He climbs on the monster, making him emit a low growl and throw him into the corner, a sickening ‘crack’ as his head hits the wall and he is knocked unconscious. I can get away then, but I trip over the remnants of my panties, making him laugh and place his large body over mine, his weight crushing my lungs and stomach, causing bruises that would not go away for months, and scar my body. All I remember is pain, rug burn on exposed flesh. Ending with wetness and grunts, getting up and leaving. I cry and ball up next to my heart, listening for our beat. And I hear it, and stay in his arms. We sleep like that for so long, until Mother and Father come home, when I know that I am bad.

I feel dirty and scrub until the water makes my skin numb. I use the water purely cold, wanting to numb any pain. I cannot tell any of the others. The only that would ever know there.

We cannot be protected because he can get all of them. I feel even worse when I cannot even protect my heart, and I find him, my doppelganger, in the same corner of the room, crying softly. Mother and Father knew I could feel it; it was why we stopped seeing him. But he would still get us. I didn’t even tell the elder until we they were gone.
He had done it to most of us, our youngest ones not counted. I threw up after that. That was why he couldn’t be our guardian. We became slaves. That is why the unit was so important to me. With them, I had the brawn of the eldest, the cunning and sweetness of the Innocents and my own shield, becoming so much stronger and thicker now that they had other powers to back them. I kept My Heart safe now, and whenever he touched me, I felt my warmth, my humanity.

But I would even destroy My Heart if it makes us get taken away. Or a pesky cop…
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A/N:
I don’t know how often I’ll update, but I do know that there are three more stories to go of our Unit, and quite a few of the outsiders. I hope you enjoy.
Demon Goddess