Always

12| two sides

ROMEO

We are all born for love, so how does one become a person so devoid of compassion and empathy that torture becomes even a possibility. The money-nexus world is an atomising world because it forces competition for survival.

I barged inside the cell where we kept the prisoner tied up. My guards had already tried getting information out of him, but he didn't budge. Well, we'll see about that.

I went over to the table in the corner of the room and picked up a sharp knife. The butterfly knife. Small, sharp and painfully perfect.

I stalked towards the single person in the room. I smirked, glancing at him. This wouldn't be too hard.

"Ah! Finally, I had gotten quite tired of your little minions there." Blood dripped down his jaw and he grinned.

I circled around his chair. Pressing the knife to his leg, I dragged the blade down, causing him to cry out in pain. We hadn't even started yet and he was already giving me responses to the pain.

I grabbed acid from the table and held it above his leg. The acid would dissolve his leg within seconds; painfully stinging as he was burnt.

"You want to talk now?" I asked him, teasingly dangling the acid bottle. Left, right, left, right.

"No." He spat out, spewing blood and saliva all over the ground. Fucking idiot.

"Okay then." I grabbed a couple other knives and threw them straight at him, barely pausing to aim. Watching him wither and curl in pain, I smirked.

"Fine." He gritted out.

Already? I was just starting. Oh well, at least I would get the information.

"I don't work for them, I was hired. All I know is that I had to go get the red pen drive from your office. I don't even know who hired me, he had a fucking face mask."

I laughed. The maniac-meets-psychopath kind of laughter. The laughter of every Disney villain ever. The laughter of every child's nightmares.

"You? You're a fucking hired assassin?" I shot his legs a couple times. Just for Fun.

"Tell me Ivan. How long have you been in the business? Or is that even your real name?" I tipped the bottle, a drop of acid fell. It made skin contact and dissolved most of the skin in that spot. So fucking satisfying.

His screams were like music to my ears. My heart worked faster, blood rushed to all parts of my body. It was thrilling as it was great.

"A year! I've been in a business a fucking year." He shouted over his own screams. Ameture. I scoffed, shot his head and left that place.

I signaled a guard in the hallway to take his body out. I walked towards the hallway before stopping. A mirror. A floor length mirror was on the wall. I stopped and looked at myself.

Blood stained my clothes. A mark reminding me of what I'd done back there. What I have been doing for the past ten years of my life. I was a killer, a murder, a psychopath and a monster.

It made me sick to think if Carina and Alex saw this side of me. What would they think? They would probably not ever want to see my face again.

I shook my head to get rid of my thoughts. Took a cold shower and then changed. On my way there, I stopped at a bakery and grabbed cupcakes for all my siblings.

They're all honestly the best and deserve to be appreciated more for it.

I came back home after a long drive, a package of half-finished salad in my hand. I quickly got out of my car and headed inside. Thankfully, no one was downstairs, which sort of surprised me, since it was just six in the evening. I decided not to question my luck and went to the dining area.