Hello, Stockholm Syndrome: My Pity Killer Series

CHAPTER 12

Chapter 12: Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust

DES' POV

I jumped slightly when Adelita's fists slammed against the table.

"I should have killed him," she screamed, "I should have fucking killed all of you."

"I agree," I whispered and her eyes flashed to me. "It's nothing personal, Des. I liked you; but you're not you anymore." "I am still me, but I am still a threat," I sighed, "I didn't want this. I still don't want this, but now this is for Elena."

I had found her body strewn over the previous apartment; I knew I should have gone with her. When she didn't return my calls and texts, my heart knew. Was it Monte?

Her face was so distorted, I had no option but to burn her remains; it was saddening. She had no family; they were wiped out when the virus appeared. It was just her dad; her very strict and emotionless father, he was too curious, which was also her demise.

"I will kill Monte and who ever he's working with." "Elena told me he didn't know about this; I guess she always thought ahead; she was working on something for me as well." "A cure" Ric appeared, "she gave me some paperwork and I think I can try to work on it. For Elena."

"We don't have time for fairy tales; this is war. We've lost all of our teams; it's just us, the remainder of a broken Team 4; and team 7 who had nearly half of what we faced up there. We're stuck in a dirty swamp with fucking crocodiles."

"Alligators," Ric corrected and she snarled at him. "I will fucking kill you," she growled and he zipped his mouth quiet. "A cure is what we need; if any more of our people get infected, we will be prepared." "Are you sure this isn't just what you want?" "Of course, I want to be human again, I'm tired of eating animals that squirm for their life. I hate hunting and preying on innocent creatures."

"Des," Adelita started, "rather if you agree or not, your opinion is no longer valid. I'm all we got; leader wise. I make the next movements and I say the cure is the least of our worries. We need national security to step up, but we can't do that without risking more people to get infected. If we bring attention to our location, he'll find us. I need to protect these people."

"These people are scared," I ran to her, too quickly for her liking and she placed a knife against my throat. "I can still kill you." "I'd like to see you try," I snarled at her, "I'm tired of this tough talk." "Tough talk? I'm fucking terrified," she didn't lower her weapon as she continued.

"I don't want to do this shit anymore, but I lost my family to this shit. I will kill every fucking zombie bitch that exists, including you if you stand in my way again." She pressed the knife against my throat, scratching me and Ric raised his hands. "Please, guys for Elena can we get along for once. Des, she's right."

"You're siding with her?" "I have too, you're the enemy. Maybe it's time we go our separate ways."

"Yeah...maybe," I looked around the room of people that look terrified and stepped back. "Don't come crying for me," I ran out of the room; too fast to notice what happened.

I dug in my pocket and noticed Ric left his number in my pocket with a scribbled note.

Tonight. 11.

MAYA'S POV

"You heard her speak those words?" I asked, sitting on the ground as he stared at me behind my cell.

"I hate to see you like this sister, but I know you feel the same distaste of Aya like I do. I fear she has taken this power thing to her mind and it is tainted." "I am afraid I agree with you brother," I sighed, "I cannot even live a life without chains. She says I am like you; intrigued with humans. I never had a chance to live a human life like you. To experience love," I sighed, "it's a true tragedy."

"Love is overrated," he replied; no emotion in his voice. "That's not what the others said when you left. Angelina..." "Don't ever say her name," he stood and I watched him.

"Please don't leave me," I begged, holding onto the bars, "please, Marcel." "I am not," he sat down again and turned back to me and I saw his tears, "I just...we don't deserve to say her name."

"I'm sorry, I wish I knew her more." "We are not speaking of her anymore. Aya is planning something; I know it. She has us hunting these teams we didn't even know existed." "Do you trust Monte?" I asked and he hissed. "Hell no, he has her wrapped around his fingers. He's using her." "For what?"

"He betrayed his girl, must be protection." "You think he's afraid of her?" "Who isn't afraid of Aya." "You."

"Ha, I ripped the heart of the woman I love to please her. I am deathly afraid of Aya." "And yet here we are plotting against her." "Because I have vengeance that must be planned. And besides snakes attack best in secrecy."

He stood once more and stared at me as I walked to him, placing our hands on the bar.

"What are you planning, Marcel?" "It is best if you do not know. I will free you, Maya," he caressed my cheek, "you will see the end of this pain. I promise this."

I closed my eyes with his warm touch and felt the wind pass me as he left.

I was alone once again and in my thoughts.

I had to help him; we needed back up.

Sitting down, I closed my eyes and tried to focus my mind; Des where are you?

I tried to link my mind to her, but was slammed out. How was that possible?

Sighing, I decided to try to relax; I hadn't had a decent meal in weeks now. I only had been drinking stale blood and I was growing weak because of it. Aya knew what she was doing.

I turned to the wall and curled into a ball as I began to sing.

"Poor girl," I started, thinking of the tune I heard a woman sing her child once so many years ago.

It was tragic.

We burned them but she kept her daughter calm as they hid. My heightened senses picked them and I crouched beside her.

*FLASHBACK*

"Poor girl," she brushed the little one's hair back as I watched. "Hush little one," she continued, "for the time is high and near."

"Poor girl. Brave little one with a smile from ear to ear.

Sweet one, don't cry. Even the darkest times are bright and dry.

Oh, poor girl, hush now; don't worry. For the time in the sun will be blurry.

You will arise in the day and be proud once more.

Poor girl, close your eyes and sleep forever more."

*END OF FLASHBACK*

The tears poured down my face.

How long will my sleep be? Will I ever be truly free of being a Samosa? Could I ever be rid of my identity? What was life like not being...me?