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Gravel crunches underneath my black boots with each step. Entering The Chapel, fire from the torches are lit along the pathway, which causes my shadow to line one side of the wall. As I approach the holding cell area, I see one cloaked dickhead stationed outside of her cell. Stepdaddy must have called and warned that I would most likely be showing up.
And right he was.
Without saying a word, I walk towards him, there's no expression on my face as I begin twisting the bat in my hand.
“Elijah, you can’t be back here. Master’s orders.” The smug fuck says to me.
He thinks he is important because he got orders from the all-seeing Master. He is nothing but a pawn like the rest of us, including me, but at least I know it.
I don’t stop, continuing my ascent towards him and Rain.
Lifting my baseball bat up, I point it directly at him. I tsk, shaking my head. With his mask on, I cannot see his facial reaction, but if I were to guess, if he was smart, he should be shitting himself in fear.
If he isn’t, then I am not doing my job properly. I am Master’s weapon, his killing machine, and this pawn is in my fucking way.
Today, this pawn decides to be brave instead of smart. He is so incredibly stupid, standing in defiance, blocking the archway opening to my Rain.
With one hand still gripping the wooden handle, I swing and it connects with his kneecap. His painful scream echoes, which only further pisses me off. If others are around, no doubt they will be coming this way soon. But I am not satisfied yet with my handy work, this fucker is still standing. So, I hit him once more, in the same spot. He drops like the useless pawn he is, screaming, “You fucking psychopath. You broke my knee.”
His voice annoys me, so I swing again one last time, this time connecting with his head.
I don’t put my full force behind it, killing him isn’t of interest to me right now, but the force I do use knocks him out cold.
About fucking time. He needed to shut up.
Looking over to the cell, I see her sleeping, the commotion hasn't woken her.
Rain.
Stepping over the unconscious body, I walk up to the bars and take her in.
Dried blood still coats her from this past evening. She is curled tightly into a ball on the ground.
I’ve heard emotions tire people out, this is what they must have meant. My eyes move up and down her body, taking every inch of her in.
I’m completely entranced by her. It’s not like anything I have ever felt before. Something pulls me to her and makes me want to care about another person, about her.
Dropping my bat, I grab a hold of the steel bars. The flame in her cell casts dancing shadows on and around her, stunning.
“He won’t let me have you. He promised me that you were mine. He fucking promised!” I rasp, shaking the bars.
“You are mine, little bat. Don’t ever question it. Fucking mine.”
A couple deep voices fill the silent space, shouting, “What’s going on down here?”
“I will be back for you. I fucking promise. He won’t have you.”
She is breathing deeply, I can hear her inhale and exhale. Her body moves up and down with each, it is absolutely mesmerizing. I wonder if she is scared. Still sad, perhaps?
She is the most interesting creature I have ever seen.
I could watch her like this for hours, but I can’t because they are coming. Fuck!
Letting go of the bars, I pick up my bat and head back the way I came, which happens to be the same way the others are coming from. Convenient.
One appears in the open archway. I waste no time walking up to him and slam my bat against his skull. Nobody interrupts my time with my little bat. When will people learn? With this one, there is no opportunity for him to scream. Instead, he drops to the ground, his body limp and crimson blood splatters around us.
I smile. It’s my favorite color.
