Fighting Evil

FE: 17. Interrogation

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"Who sent you?" I demanded angrily, banging my fists on the table. This had to be the thirtieth time I asked this question.

"You know how things work, Louis, you know I can't tell you that," he said. His stupid face pissed me off, he was overly-joyed just because he knew I was angry. Everything about him angered me, the egotistical way we talked, the slight devilish tone in his voice, the over-confident way he moved.

"If you don't tell me who you work for, I'll see to it that your girlfriend, who doesn't know a thing about what you do, will die, slowly and painfully, begging for mercy and for you to save her, with you being totally helpless as my men laugh at her struggle, right in front of you," I said, completely serious. He understood my threat and I could tell because the light partly reflected on the sweat droplets.

"So you know about my personal life, but nothing about who I work for?" Niall questioned. "I wouldn't bother telling you if you already know."

"Was it Roland or Wade?" I asked, even though this debriefing was going nowhere.

"Why would I bother telling you anyways? Does it matter? Are you gonna be butthurt that his own—."

"I wasn't really planning on using torture, but if you keep up this act, I'm thinking of using it," I told him in the calmest way.

"Keep up what act?" Niall joked.

I scoffed as I reached into my pocket and took out a syringe filled with a glittery black substance.

"Intus a morte," both of us ended up saying simultaneously.

"Fuck around one more time, and I'm going to give you this," I said with a smile while playing with the syringe's handle. Niall tugged at the handcuffs that were on his wrists and the chair he was sitting on. Hopefully he would listen to me now.

"So, did you find a dead body on one of your balconies?" he asked. Seemed like he was naturally just an ass.

"Yeah, it was yours, I really thought you died," I replied honestly. "Blood was dribbling out of your forehead, you had slightly burned cheeks, and—"

"No, I was talking about her," Niall said.

"And I was talking about you," I told him. "So now I'd like to ask you, why were you here?"

"To fùck your mom," he replied with a smirk.

My eyes narrowed at him.

"Damn, why you always gotta get so triggered over your mom?" he joked.

"If I tortured your girlfriend in front of your and killed her, wouldn't you be too?" I questioned.

"Yeah, but she's not a slut, she's worth much more than your mom."

Before I knew what I was doing, I had the needle of the syringe just grazing the hairs on his arms. Niall's face was frozen in fear, and he knew that the tiniest movement would make him more vulnerable to the poison. Hell, I didn't even want to kill this guy, I felt bad for having a slightly shaky hand.

"What were you doing here?" I asked.

"I was out for Valentina," he replied with a shaky breath. I put the syringe back down, far from his reach.

"What did you want to do with her?"

"Get rid of her."

"I think there's much more to that."

"Well done dumbass," Niall and laughed. "You know that she's worth a lot. Everybody does. Either kill her before the Alignment, or keep her weak 'till the Alignment."

"Why is the Alignment so important?" I asked.

"We'd like to wipe out her race, and with the Alignment, it can finally be possible. Just keep her weak enough to lose, and she'll die out," he explained and I began putting two and two together.

"There are some people who would like her alive and capable to fight when the Alignment comes," I told him.

"There are more than just 'some' who would like her to be the opposite."

"You're only saying 'some' because you've killed so many people."

"You seem to care deeply for that minority, are you on their side?" Niall asked even though he must have known the answer already.

"I seemed against the plan you have about Valentina, took you long enough."

"You're on her side?! You're going against everything that's in your blood?" he gasped.

"It's in my determination that matters for my choices, not my fückïng heritage," I replied smugly.

"I was warned about you," he said. "I don't like that you're keeping her healthy."

"Good to know my departure was a warning for others."

"No one is on your side," he replied.

The memory of Valentina stabbing herself flashed through my made and I mentally cringed. She didn't even know about this, yet I knew she would never agree to this kind of stuff.

"I know, and it's your fault," I said through gritted teeth.

"And what are you going to do about it?" Niall smirked since he must've thought I was stuck in a corner.

"I'm making you forget about yourself."

"I thought you needed me for answers."

"I know people who can give me answers without a price."

"We have him locked up."

I bit my lip.

"I have you, don't I?"

"So I'm gonna be your bait?" he asked. "You want to do a trade?"

"No," I replied, leaving the rest out. I had a plan and even if he was going to get his memories wiped, I still didn't trust him enough to tell him.

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"You know, if you're doing this, you're not proving yourself to be any good," Niall said angrily as he tried to free himself from the machine. "Isn't that what you want? To be on the good side?"

"If I tried to be good all the time I would have already been killed," I said as I took the few steps I needed to make it to the control board. I pressed the necessary buttons on the screen and waited for the program to start.

As the machine did its work, loud and long screams of pain came from Niall. I tried my best to ignore it as I walked outside and closed the door to the sound proof room. Deep down I felt bad that he had to go through such pain, but I had gone through worse and survived.

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#CRINGENATION

It sucked, sorry.