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The guy is ripped off of me and thrown back into the wall across from me. I immediately lose whatever strength I had left in me and sink, like a weighted body, to the floor. I can hear the loud crack of knuckles against skin and bone as my rescuer destroys his face with one vicious punch… after another… after another.
The guy is getting his face beat so badly he can’t even talk to try and defend himself, and the attack came so quickly and so severely, that he had no chance in hell of trying to fight back either. I’m blinking away tears, tears I didn’t even realize I was shedding, trying to see what’s happening. It’s dark in the hallway and all I can make out are silhouettes. One dominates the other and it can only be one person.
Sinn.
I watch, wide eyed, still frozen in shock and terror, as Sinn holds the man up by his throat as if he weighs no more than a ragdoll. And then, I faint. I must have fainted because what comes next literally only happens in movies.
Or nightmares.
Sinn punches his hand through the other man’s chest and rips out his heart. He lets the man’s lifeless body go and it drops like a pile of rags to the floor. The wet squish and thud of his heart hitting the floor follows.
I only remember bits and pieces of what comes next. I hear Sinn talking to someone but I don’t know who and I can’t make out what they’re saying.
“…everyone the fuck out of here…” “…body…” “…again…” “…mermaids…” “…discreetly…” “…clean up this fucking mess…” “…yes, boss…” “…no, I’ll take care of her…”
Then, I’m being lifted into strong arms and taken inside an elevator I had no idea was even back here. Déjà vu hits me, yet again, and I can’t help the intense feeling that this has all happened before. I lean my head back and look up into the face of my rescuer and I gasp at the cold, blue eyes already looking down at me.
“You,” I whisper. “I know you.”
He doesn’t say anything. He just cradles me against his massive chest and continues to hold me tightly as we start to move. I can’t tell if we’re going up or down though. I guess it doesn’t matter. I lean my head against him and close my eyes, too tired to care what comes next.
I’m safe.
I’m in his arms and I’m safe. I let myself fall into the smell of leather and soap. An oddly perfect mix that soothes me to my very core. I let out a heavy sigh, unleashing all of my fears, all of my doubts and insecurities, as sleep pulls me under.
He came for me.
Sinn
Empty by Letdown
She’s going to be the fucking death of me. She’s persistent, I’ll give her that. I thought if I kept myself hidden, she would give up. Move on. I want her to move the fuck on because I don’t need this shit in my life.
I don’t need the distraction.
I don’t need the reminder of the past.
I don’t need all these foreign feelings trying to suffocate me.
There’s no good that can come from this. Whateverthisis. She brings out the demon in me and that’s saying something. I’m a lot of cruel and hateful things. I like control, I like to be obeyed, and I fucking love to be feared. There are aspects of hurting people that I enjoy.Morethan enjoy. According to my father, and hell, all of my family, that’s not normal for someone like me.
You can’t lock your friends up in toy chests, Peter! That’s not how hide and seek works! Now go apologize to him and swear you’ll never do it again!
I’m not stupid. I know how hide and seek works, but even as a child I enjoyed darker things, and hide and seek was a dull game. I always preferred to know where they were hiding, trap them there, and then listen to them scream themselves hoarse as they pounded on the door or wall, sometimes scratching until their fingers bled, begging to be set free. Their fear, and knowing I was in control of it, was always way more fun. Of course, my way of playing always earned me punishment from my father.
My actions are not unheard of in my family, but they are rare and mightily frowned upon. I may not feel empathy, or love, the way normal people do, but a killer...? Eventhathas never been in my nature.
And now it’s happened. More than once.
The only silver lining is that this time, it happened here. This is my domain entirely, which means things are different here than anywhere else. Here, I’m in control. I create the narrative and I can change it when and how I see fit. There aren’t going to be consequences for tonight like there were last time because it won’t be the first time someone has…strayedfrom their path and disappeared because of it. No, I’m more concerned about the girl in my arms and the consequences I’ll yet face for saving her.
I shouldn’t be bringing her here. I shouldn’t care about what happens to her. She’s not my responsibility, period. She’s in my bar and yes, I owe a duty to her but not inthisway. So why the fuck do I care? Why the fuck am I gently lying her down in my own fucking bed?
She passed out in my arms as I carried her here and doesn’t rouse one bit as I lie her down. The smell of alcohol radiates off of her. I lean in and place my nose behind her ear, smelling her shampoo… crisp, delicious apple, but there, underneath that, I run my nose along her skin and inhale something reminiscent of fresh and airy lotus. It’s her scent. Both light and intoxicating at the same time. I pull the covers over her and then move to sit in a chair next to the cold, dark fireplace to watch her as she sleeps. The only light in the room is from the bedside lamp that glows dimly but allows me to see her face clearly. The rest of the room is lost to darkness, myself included, just the way I like it.
How is it possible for someone to look so pure and innocent as they sleep?
Yet, I’m not fooled. She’s neither of these things. Her actions are proof of that, and she’s clearly struggling with her choices, or she wouldn’t be here. It doesn’t matter what a person thinks about their own actions, whether or not they justify them, truly believe they’re right or if they know without a doubt that they’re fucked up. Some choices are easier to sweep under the rug while other things just can’t be taken back.
