FINN
“You’re welcome, boys,” I chuckled to myself, staring down at the mess I had made. Blonde hair spilled around the nurse’s body, her once wide smile twisted in pain. Her white uniform was stained with the crimson color I loved so much, several streams grouping together around her abdomen. They soaked through her shirt and pants, pooling onto the dark pavement as I crouched down to admire my handiwork.
I had carefully removed the lungs for Aeron and even written a message for the citizens of Primrose, one that would have everyone believing a copycat Skinner was running loose in the streets. I even messaged Samael, letting him know cleanup on aisle one. He didn’t think it was funny, sending me a few messages and even calling to figure out where I was. Did he notknow that this was my game now? He was no longer in charge. No longer calling the shots.
It was my turn to have a little fun.
Which was why I was picking off everyone that had ever pissed me off, one god-awful person at a time. Maybe I shouldn’t have started with the nurse from the mental institution, but she had pissed me off. Telling me that the police would be investigating the men who had submitted me for a psych evaluation. No, no. That couldn’t happen.
My men weremineto play with. If anyone else tried that shit, I would rip their lungs from their body and present them to the public just as I had Nurse Gwen. I sincerely hoped she didn’t have any family.
I glanced to the side of her, cackling at the shocked expression on Dr. Lewis’ face. His death was an accident, mostly because he happened to be in the area. I actually kind of liked him. He believed my bullshit. Unfortunately, when he came yelling for Gwen, he suffered a similar fate. I’m not a monster, though. I made sure his death was painless.Mostly.
You’re a goddamn demon, Finn
No, no. You’re the one named Daemon.
I’m just Primrose’s newest nightmare.
24 HOURS EARLIER
Trying to play the part of the prodigal son backfired. The first stipulation my father had was subjecting me to a personal psychiatrist in the very same mental facility I had escaped. He required an entirely new evaluation and while I was almost 100% sure that this shit wasn’t legal, I couldn’t very well say anything that would deter Primrose’s chief of police.
So, I gave in to another 24-hour hold.
But this would be the last fucking time.
Living in Killian’s world had been a fucking drag, mostly because I had been watching him fall apart and couldn’t even have any fun with him. What was the point of living if we didn’t have fun destroying the world around us? My men did it, why couldn’t I?
I rubbed at the discomfort in my chest as I stuffed Killian and the boys deep down into my psyche. They could come out later when I wasn’t being actively watched for my levels of crazy. My new nurse was way too fucking attentive for my liking. Every glance toward the entrance or pause in my sentences resulted in her scribbling in her cute little notebook. The whole procedure made me paranoid, every second inside these white walls making me feel like we’d never escape.
However, I knew we weren’t crazy. Not like the other bastards locked up in here. They needed the help that psychiatry could give them. Me? I didn’t need my brain picked apart by scientists and doctors to tell me that I had Hyzophrenic Manic Disorder or HMD. Even if it wasn’t hereditary, it was the onlything that made sense. It wasn’t curable and it wasn’t killing me as far as I could tell so anything inside these four walls was actually hampering my ability to thrive.
It was all Killian’s fault, really. If he hadn’t fallen apart so easily, we would have never been here. So, now, I was one step away from being stuffed into a white jacket because the fucking alter couldn’t keep it together.
I mentally held up a board and placed a strike next to Killian’s name, a sort of game that was helping me choose who to eliminate first. Well, not truly eliminate but just take away their real-life privileges or however, this disorder supposedly worked. As the dominant personality now, I was running the show.
Daemon already had a mark for talking back to me, telling me that we needed to be careful after I cut my finger and wrote Slash’s name in blood on the wall of my room with a little heart at the end. Sure, it was a little off-kilter but I was still mad that no one had appreciated my abstract art. Slash would have fuckinglovedit. Dark was safe, mostly because his horny ass was constantly moping at being cooped up in here when we should be wrapped up nicely in our men’s beds.
Which I agreed with 100%.
But they had a little groveling to do first.
A wild grin spread across my lips at the image of them on their knees, pleading for my forgiveness or maybe sucking my cock as I stood there over them. The more I thought about it,the more I wanted the second version. Especially that beautiful beast—Samael. To have him on his knees for me?Yes, please.
“Killian Matthews?”
The grin disappeared at the name I had to answer to. It should beFinnMatthews but that would be a problem for another time. I leaned forward, placing my hands on the edge of my bed, waiting for whoever needed me to actually come get me. I was no one’s bitch and especially not the nurse who had been haggling me the entire time while in here.
So, I waited.
And started picking at the scab from last night, watching as a single stream of crimson began to run down my finger. It was so beautiful, so raw, soreal. I just wanted to write with it or paint words of meaning. Slash would be proud of my handiwork. He might even have it framed and I hoped he would put it next to that wall of toys he used on Dark and Daemon while they were together.
I rubbed my thumb across the small cut, loving the way the little river smeared across my flesh.
“Killian, did you not hear me calling you?
A scowl met the nurse’s question as I sat there, looking up at the woman who had become the bane of my existence. I only had a few hours left on this 24-hour observation after which they would deposit me back into the supposed loving arms of my father. I wasn’t looking forward to seeing him or following his rules but pretending wouldn’t be the end of the world.
