Addie peered up from the crib as the creature hovered over her tiny form. She chewed on her crib rail and made a few noises. The hooded statue of evil made no attempt to grab her. It simply stood there, in what could have been admiration of the small child. Silently, and slowly, it sat there with one covered hand resting over the other. A portal of shadows seemed to be open in the far side of the child's room. If Addie had the ability of the brain development, even she would have wondered what he'd been waiting on.
The child made a few squeaking noises as she tried to get his attention. Then, after moments of being stared at, she began to cry out. Tears, the forced kind, streamed down the baby's face as her tiny hands began to beat against the crib in the most frustrated of ways.
Myles, who sat off in the far corner of the room and ultimately remained unnoticed with her bright green eyes, shook her head . "Shut her up! Grab her and let's go before--"
A limb rose to silence her, and she lowered her eyes. Still, he had done nothing. It was beginning to look like he wanted everyone in the house to storm the room. She didn't understand... Didn't they come here for the baby? Myles flipped a lock of blonde hair from her face as she stood at the creeping shadows by the door. Was he blood thirsty? A soft sigh escaped her lips and she rested her hands upon her knees and simply sat there.
Moments later, the door opened gently. "Addie... Don't cry!"
Myles watched as that dainty, bare foot, sprung the trap. Shadows engulfed the woman, snaking around that feminine neck, holding her hands and legs in place. Jerks and bucks were deemed futile, as there wasn't yet a display of power that could get the woman out of this... Then Myles recognized her. She was the scary, loud one. The one that had come out of Martyr--the one that had broken Myles' hold. Her fragile little face became red as the shadows strangled the very life from her face.
The child began screaming her head off, "Maw mee!" The distorted name came out from the child's quivering lips, and Phoenix fought just a little harder. Her face began to chip and crack away as Phoenix found an alternate route to get out of the trap that had apparently been laid for her. Gasps and groans escaped her lips, and then a fist came. It punched her so hard, that blood had splattered against the floor, and it ceased her unorthodox methods of escape. Phoenix was limp, and had given into the shadows that bound her.
Shadow shackles that put Minoko's to shame, stayed around her wrists but the rest dissipated, leaving Phoenix falling into the figure's arms. He began to head off to the portal. And Myles looked back at the kid. Apparently, giving her a soul made her as passionate as obedient. "...Really? We're just going to leave the kid? Come on... You made it seem like she was what we were here for..."
As Myles looked at the sobbing child, the portal began to close behind the figure who had disappeared into it. Myles bit into her lip and sighed, following after. "Sorry, kid..."