Watching his sons take advantage of Amelie has made me less ambivalent towards them, now I’m more angry. During our first year, the twins and I were close, but then a little incident had them acting all holier than thou. They really didn’t like me leaving their little ‘family’ either. It wasn’t my fault our friend Fitzy - another Australian transfer - killed himself. He was beyond our help, and I wasn’t here to babysit. When I came back to our room, he had slit his wrists after taking a load of pills, yet that didn’t kill him. He drowned after his body blocked the drain, he fucking drowned in two inches of water...and they all blamed me. They also didn’t like it when I left their little group after I figured out that most of the kids here at Knox academy had family come here way back when it was a prison camp for young wayward boys, too young to throw them in prison, so they sent them here to reform them.
We all knew the legends coming here; some of our grandparents told us stories growing up. Great Grandpa Knox bought the land and reopened it as a school, but no-one seems to know why. I have my theories.
They want to start up this legend again, but from what I hear the rules are very specific, and I'm presuming they didn’t have the bloodlines they needed. Amelie is the damn key. Her mother might have sufficed, but Monty pushed away the people he needed to make it all real. He has so far failed to follow his granddaddy’s dream. Why people with money and power needmore is beyond me; what good can come of that? I want no part of it.
Drugging them really wasn’t hard, one by one I waited for them to drop like flies, waiting in the shadows. Moving them to the underground bunker unseen was more of a challenge; Monty has eyes everywhere. Luckily, a small distraction gave me an hour window to get this all set up.
Watching the four of them start to wake up, I lean against the wall, the shadows keeping me hidden.
“What the hell is going on?” Sawyer asks angrily, but I don’t think he’s expecting an answer.
They all talk amongst themselves. Perfect timing to step out and make myself known.
“You all really need to be more careful, given your training and all, daddy would be mortified.” A cold smirk reaches my lips when they all throw daggers at me with their eyes.
“Untie us now, Branson,” Sawyer demands.
“Ever the protector, biggest brother. It’s a pity that your protection is of the wrong people.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Kalen whines. The twins stay silent; they know me well enough to wait for the information I plan to give them.
“Amelie. Who else?”
“You jealous? Didn’t peg you as the jealous type,” Kalen adds, trying to fight against his restraints.
“Very presumptuous don’t you think? None of you deserve a girl like her.”
“And you do?” Slate chimes in. I’m surprised, he usually hides behind his twin.
“Fuck no, especially not me. But you all have sins to atone for.”
“Who died and made you God?” Onyx snaps.
“Wouldn’t you like to know? But my friend has a very clear message for you all.”
I take my time and size them up, wondering where to start first.
The baby; it’ll hurt them the most. I take my knife from my boot, tapping it on my hand as I move closer. Sawyer starts putting up a good fight, threats of death slung in my direction.
“I’m not going to lie to you guys, this is going to hurt. Sawyer? It’ll hurt you most of all because you have to watch this happen to your brothers, powerless to protect them. Isn’t that the crap you all sprout? Where were you when I needed my brothers’ protection? Turning on me, that’s where.”
Luckily for me, Kalen wore his hair down. I wrap my left hand in his hair and yank his head back. He cries out in pain, his three brothers going wild. Pathetic. I didn’t even touch him yet.
“Tut, tut boys. I would think very carefully about your next move, I would hate to slip with a blade as sharp as this pressed against his throat.”
“You don’t want to hurt him, it’s me you have an issue with.Iturned my brothers and father against you. It was me,” Onyx yells. “Don’t be a bitch and hurt them to punish me.”
Letting go of Kalen’s hair, I shove him away with force and move over to Onyx. I use the back of my fist to shut him up and his head snaps to the side. He spits the blood from his mouth.
“Is that all you have?” he goads.
“That was for pissing me off...this is for tripping Amelie and spilling her blood.” My knife is slipped back into my boot before I throw a right hook to his already messed up nose.
“And this,” I say moving over to Slate, “Is for thinking that spilling your secrets could manipulate her into trusting you.” I don’t mean to hit him more than once, but I do. Again and again until I hear him groan.
“I will kill you, Branson,” Sawyer spits.
“I don’t think you will, you all know better. You’ve witnessed what I can do. There’s a reason your daddy only calls me in when things get really bad.”
