He shifts, tightening his grip as he presses deep into the gun. I watch his flesh almost mould around the tip of the gun.
“Well, he wouldn’t have to kick a door open. You have already done that,” I squeeze out through my constricted windpipe. His body rolls with an evil cackle like laugh, making my body tremor at the sound.
His grip tightens… Lord how tight can one grip before damage is done.
It is painful, almost.
I use it to feed me.
So, I chose to not flinch away from it.
But to fall into it.
Tilting my head to the side, I see my man in leather slipping in through the bedroom window, his index finger pressing hard to his lips.
My eyes flicker closed. He pauses at my reaction. I smile at him knowing my lack of fear at his touch surprises him.
“Welcome to my dark side,” I say my voice hard and stone-cold as I flutter my eyes open.
He looks at me with eyes of a wild monster from under my bed but tonight this monster wouldn’t be breathing for too much longer.
The air thickens between us his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my neck.
“I hope you enjoyed this life, Carl, and I wish you nothing but pure utter hell in the next.”
And just like that he was looking into my eyes with blood-red rage coiled inside his irises, then nothing but a blackened unknown flooded them as 81 steps behind him his arm snaking around Carl’s head. He pulls his head back into him, his lips at his ear.
“I live with the Reaper on my back and I will do what even the devil didn’t manage to do. Destroy you. Welcome to my kiss of death.” Carl tries to squirm out of his grip, while his grip on my throat pulls me with him. I shuffle my feet to stay upright as Carl tries to sink to the ground, unable to as 81 is stronger than he is.
“Isn’t it scary, Carl, that feeling of helpless when your world’s about to go black?” I question him as he screams out.
“Fuck you. Let me go.” 81 kicks his legs open and wraps one of his jean covered legs through Carl’s, locking him in place. “You like whores, do you?” he screams, his free hand trying to grab at 81’s face.
“Whores are okay, but it’s the way this woman makes me feel that gets me hard,” 81 seethes into his ear.
“So, you like defects then, do you?” Carl questions as 81’s grip tightens.
“I like the beauty that lives within those scars,” 81growls. Then he looks at me locking his eyes with mine. “Close your eyes, little bird.”
“Bye Carl,” I say as I close my eyes. I can feel his body fighting against 81. The grip on my neck still tight. I hear the soft sound that knife on flesh makes.
Carls hand goes limp around my throat, his body falling as the gurgled sound of him choking on his own blood reaches my ears. My eyes open and it’s quite fitting that he died by a blade. Blood splatters over 81 and my face as the nerves in Carl’s body kick into survival mode.
81’s hand snakes out fast, griping my waist, then pulling me up and into him as bloodpools, seeps and splatters as he chokes and coughs while breathing his last breath. It covers us both - sticking warm into my bare feet, there is so much blood. I feel my body begin to grow dizzy and I knew I was about to pass out. I fall into him as sobs violently rip through my body.
“I’d never allow you to kill someone, Jade. Your soul doesn’t need to bear that type of coldness.”
He drops the blade and I hear it land on the floor
“I’ve been at the mercy of someone who was supposed to love me too, little bird, and I know that you didn’t need to feel any type of anything over this. You’re allowed to love what nearly kills us.”
It’s like he can read my mind. Know just what I’m thinking and feeling even before I do. I feel bad for holding onto a little piece of love for a man who wanted nothing but to punish me for being me.
“Fucking irises get me every damn time”
“I wish I fell in love with you first,” I admit, giving him a sad smile.
“I wish it was only ever you and I.” His hands rub down my back so gentle so soft even though he just took a man’s life, his touch on me was nothing but gentle.
