Lycos
LUCAS
I promised never to do that again.
I just broke that promise.
I’m looking at Paul, who’s smirking with his face full of blood. He doesn’t even seem to feel the pain, just a peculiar and disgusting passion for Anmara.
“Did your fiancée eat your tongue? Oopsy, wait, she is not yours,” he laughs like a big idiot.
“Yours neither, you bastard!” I lash out with a voice I haven’t heard for a while.
Hold on. Just a little.
“You didn’t let me finish my job. I would’ve made her mine, and nobody would’ve ever wanted her. I would’ve had so much fun with her soft body after she gave her last breath. God, how good it would’ve felt to enter a continuously tight space…”
Remember, he’s your brother.
My conscience tries to keep me calm and focused on what matters, but my instincts want to control me.
“You should’ve heard how she was whimpering for me… how much she tried not to indulge me… it was making me fucking horny. And that blood… was delicious,” he says, licking his own blood from his lips and closing his eyes.
“You’re crazy,” I huff.
“I think it’s better to call me obsessed. Over her. She’ll only be mine, you’ll see. Just untie me, and I will prove it,” he smirks, making me punch him again.
“What makes you think she’ll want you after what you did to her?”
“I’m irresistible. Soon, I’ll be her new obsession.”
I get to participate in a conversation, where I am trying not to kill him.
Badly.
I tried all of my psychological methods on him, even the worst one that implied electric shocks with my devices, but I had no luck with this one. Absolutely nothing worked, and it never happened to me. If they resisted the shocks, people told me what I wanted to hear from them and reached an agreement. I could easily negotiate with a certified psychopath with my methods and devices, which were the best in the world. That’s the reason Cathal wants me back. He knows that he will never get the best deal and will lose a lot of people and money without me. Especially since I am the only one who knows how all of my creations work.
But with Paul, something was weird. I also tried forcefully, and I got no result. I couldn’t get anything out of him, and this infuriated me even more, wanting to bring out the monster I needed to keep hidden. A monster that should never see the light of day again.
Lycos. Nice to meet you.
That’s how Cathal called me because of the wolf-spider tarantula that covered my back, but also because of the beast inside me. He knew that if he took control of my body, I would no longer be called a human. The second personality that appeared once I lost my little sister and parents. A personality that, if used under specific limitations, could get results while still keeping people alive. But when used at maximum capacity… I could no longer control it.
I don’t wanna get that far again. I stayed in the darkness long enough while around me was hell on earth. I was in a terrible blackness, while at the surface dominated the demon that took over my body. It was difficult for me to get my human forces back.
In just one week, Lycos killed more people than Cathal’s army, and that said something. He was a killing machine that could not be controlled. Cathal profited from that and put us in the right environment when he wanted to kill the enemy clan.
He succeeded.
I don’t even remember how I regained control of my own body. That is the grimmest part. Well, that and the fact that I only have a few pieces of that story’s puzzle because of an idiot who wanted supreme control.
I’m not sorry at all.
Of course you aren’t, but I don’t wanna kill my brother just to keep Anmara safe. That is because she won’t be safe either.
I turn on my heels while Paul laughs and trembles from his macabre amusement, and I get out of the door. I just want to get to the person who calms me down and can help me not to become a hard-to-control monster again.
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