Ashes of Vile

02

CHAPTER TWO
Captured Regrets

When hope is bestowed, light is conferred, it follows through the darkest of nights and into seclusion desperately in need of aspiration. That was not the case for Cassidy Idgen as the intense light hit her eyes and there stood in front of her one of the deadliest men of Ashgrim. Her face and body were paralyzed, she could not display the feeling of her safety being threatened by being in the presence of such a man. A gruesome man, young and handsome, easily alluring to the misinformed heart eyes. Although she was quite thankful she could not give a reaction as she had absolutely no idea what the man would've done if she showed fear.

"You foolish girl— do you have any idea what could have happened had I not been there?" He taunted with a smug intimidating smile. Perhaps with a bigger chance of staying alive than being in a room with you, Cassidy thought. "You would've been long dead." He pauses and leaned forward to survey the stillness in the girl.

He backtracked from his steps to sit down on the chair a few feet apart from hers. "We're going to have a conversation, and I'm going to need you to be honest with me. I've had my fair share of liars, and I'd really hate to see a pretty face like yours end up like theirs." The lightbulb flickered with each passing second and the room's tension filled with an odd sensation of familiarity. 

Without even having to properly observe, it was clear that she was sitting down sluggishly on a chair in the middle of an interrogation room. She felt the blood flow of her arms go down, and her limbs flopped on the side of the chair, no need for a rope or tape. She was fragile and in a state where escaping or even moving her lips was impossible. And she would be crazy to attempt to do so under the nose of the man, Chase Creed.

He reached into his pockets and pulled out a needle with a yellow-tinted liquid in the syringe. He approached her slowly as he inspected the needle, pushing it softly as a droplet fell on the ground. He then diverted his gaze to her neck and tilted his head to get a better view. He inoculated into her neck and everything came rushing in, her foggy mind surfacing clearer, her ordinary abilities clicking back in. 

A seeming instinct came as she coughed out harshly and inhaled the air aggressively. It had felt like she had been under the water for years and had taken a grasp of air from the horrors that haunted the deep ocean. The intoxicating exertion he had done to her wasn't just above the surface, more than a fever dream.

Chase Creed was a brutal man, causing fear a few years back with his vendetta of foolishness and hunger for gratification. He had no underlying motivation, simply a sick man who liked to do all kinds of unspoken doings. Both violent and disobedience. But the fear only grew stronger when he murdered a man in his thirties. Though his ulterior motives were never discovered, or possibly never revealed, he was still a bad man on the run and was never caught. 

Some believed he had reached past the barriers and into the outside world. But now with Cassidy's own eyes, front seat to the big divulgence, the rumors were wrong. Chase Creed was no dead man, not an escapee, not a runaway, but he simply walked amongst Ashgrim and deceived everyone on the hunt for him.

"Why have you been following me all these months?"

She only stared at him in disbelief, engulfing the acceptance of her ramifications, hellbent on keeping up with the facade of nothingness, to lead a despicable man into believing she had no idea of his accusations. But she was aware, too aware. Her eyes had followed him. Every single time.

He had gotten lost in his own thoughts, thinking and calculating, and looked like a madman when he laughed at his own antics. He tilted his neck softly only to follow with aggressiveness as he cracked it satisfyingly. "I can do silence," He breathed. "I'll make sure you face a breaking point," he said as he exited the room.