AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Scream for me, Anthony. Scream loud. No one can hear you. No one cares.”
He does scream. He screams into the vast nothingness of the basement that is completely underground. Really, they make it too easy sometimes.
But I won’t leave him here. No one will ever know I was here at all.
“You’ll burn in hell. What we did was try to destroy the evil in the world. Evil is hard to kill,” he spits out.
“You seriously want to justify what you did as an act of justice? You claim righteousness even after your acts of violence and sin?”
He grins, his mouth a bloody mess. “You can’t sin against the devil. You’re straight from his loins, just like your father. They’ll stop you. Good always triumphs over evil. I’ll be avenged.”
My lips twitch, amused at how delusional he truly is. “This is good triumphing over evil,” I say quietly, watching as his eyes narrow to slits. He hates me considering myself the avenging angel, and I use it to my advantage. “This is your punishment. The act of good prevailing.”
“You and your faggot brother were already going to hell. We just sped things along.”
“If you’re the one in the right, why isn’t there some divine intervention saving you?” I ask him, standing slowly. “I was resurrected from the ashes, surviving against all odds. Yet you’re down here, suffering for the crimes of your past. Not me.”
He opens his mouth, but closes it. “See?” I muse, smirking. “Even the devil can quote Scripture for his own purpose. William Shakespeare, in case you’re wondering. But I’m not the devil, Anthony. I’m the angel who has come to take you all to hell.”
He finally screams louder than he has before when I take away that last bit of power he had, slicing it off at the base, kicking it away like the trash it is.
“You’ll never hurt anyone else,” I whisper darkly, drinking in the sounds of his pain, and ignoring the hollowness I feel for the first time ever.
I won’t stop.
I can’t.
Now to go back to Kentucky.
“I’ll tell the next one you said hello,” I go on, talking over the sounds of his sobs. “Your bestie is next.”
I’m jarred out of the memory by the sound of someone pounding on Jake’s door.
“Shit,” he hisses, glancing at the monitor beside us.
I scramble off his lap, my heart thumping painfully in my chest as I see Logan knock on the door again. This cannot be happening.
“Mr. Denver,” Logan says, looking up
at the camera Jake never bothered to hide on his front porch. “If you’re in there, we’d like to speak to you.”
Donny is beside him, looking all MIB with his glasses on. Logan opens his thingy and flashes his credentials to the camera.
“We knew this would happen,” Jake says as I shake with panic.
One man has the power to undo me, and he’s about to link me to everything if he finds me here.
“I’m SSA Logan Bennett,” Logan goes on, his voice for once not having a calming effect on me. Not even a little bit. I’m full blown crazy panicking now.
“Calm down,” Jake says, amused. Freaking amused. This is not amusing at all. “Just stay in here and lock the door. They won’t have a warrant. And it’s all about to be pointless to question me. We’re prepared for this. Remember that.”
I nod, then swallow hard, trying to lasso my logic back to me and swallow a massive chill pill. We’re always careful for me not to be seen when I come over. I park in town, using a rental car, and he picks me up somewhere with no cameras. I ride back in his van—that I call a kidnapper’s van—and he parks inside his garage. No one ever sees me.
They won’t know I’m here.
So why am I panicking?
Calm and collected, Jake puts several of the kill-list things under the false panel of the floor, then moves the lamp back over it, hiding it from sight. He flips a button, and five of the monitors on the walls sink into the walls as the false panel comes down, concealing them from sight as well.
