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❝ When is a monster not a monster? ❞ ______________________________
The tense air could be cutwith a dull knife. No one moved, their eyes shifting over to Jorge, who was the new addition to their little group. Aife's green eyes hardened on the man, watching as he stepped back and forth on his feet uncomfortably from all of the attention. Jorge ticked his jaw as he swallowed.
"Alright, Look," He started, and he couldn't help but feel worried for the girl that he thought of as a daughter. Brenda had been with him for years, he couldn't lose her. But he wouldn't. Because he trusts her. And she trusts him.
But Aife, didn't. She didn't even know them.
So really, nothing was stopping her from slitting his throat.
Aife swiftly twirled a knife in-between her fingers and pushed Jorge up against the worn down walls, watching as his eyes widened at the feeling of the cool blade on his flesh.
"Where is he, ill kill you right now, Tell me where he is!" Aife spat, her teeth gritted with anger as she tilted her head to the left, Jorge put his hands up in surrender.
Axel was about to step forward, but the said boy felt Minho grab his elbow, silently shaking his head and telling him not to. Yes, Minho had begun to notice the violent decisions that Aife would make, but she was doing It to keep them Safe. If he was in her position, he would do the same thing.
But what he didn't understand was why everyone seemed to know who she was. Why was everyone calling her, The red queen? And why was she so advanced in her hand to hand combat. Yes, he knew she preferred blades over anything else, but it seemed as if the violence and the killing was all a second nature to her.
That made him nervous.
Teresa let out a gasp at Aife's actions, but didn't speak as she readjusted her dirt covered shirt.
"Ok, look, Brenda knows what she's doing, your boyfriend is safe as long as he is with her." Jorge rambled as he looked down at the sixteen year old girl in front of him. He could still see the dried blood that was very prominent against her skin, it was almost like a second layer of skin. And from what he could tell, she didn't mind the fact that she was constantly covered in it.
"How do you know that?" Aife challenged, pressing the knife further into his jugular. She ignored the way her cheeks flushed at his accusation of them being a couple.
"This isn't her first time. She knows the scorch like the back of her hand, alright. They're safe. And we can find them."
