Ch 52

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Tw: Torture, mention of drugs

"Alright, so that's what happened?" I question staring at the man's eyes who's being strangled to death in an empty alleyway.
"Yes, it's the truth." he answers and I drop him.
"Hm...that's a lot of holes for just one lie." I state. "It's easy to spot holes in a lie with observation, observation is a powerful tool, underestimate it and cremation may be your death."

I stopped strangling him because he was on the verge of death, it's just a little interrogation with a rival about a recent incident that happened with a grouping that's in a small urban area far north of the country, they've been spying on an enemy here but someone got recently comatose and I'm currently interrogating a higher up from the enemy.

He tries catching his breath, I let him as it'd be difficult for him to talk without air. Asher has a different method from the one I have in terms if interrogation, I'm more likely to threaten and follow through with the threat if I have to but Asher plays around more on a psychological level.

"I won't kill you but I'd feel no remorse in killing or torturing you, which one do you prefer, death or torture?" I ask.
"Death would be torture for my wife and torture would be hell for me, what the hell am I supposed to choose!?" he responds. "Neither!"
"Alright then, let's break all your bones slowly but surely until it kills you." I smirk.

I'm in no way a sadistic person but I don't feel remorse on doing this kind of stuff on strangers or those I dislike, I became numb to it a long time ago...besides, it seems I won't actually have to do it because that statement alone has him already willing to explain the truth now.

Then he explains the comatose member was drugged but they used too much drugs when they found out he wasn't waking up but still alive, they just put him back in his apartment. At that instant, I kill the guy buy turning him into a pile of ash. That's an absolute bullshit thing to do, criminals have standards, these guys don't so I'd say nothing more than petty idiots.

"How'd it go?" Asher asks when I'm back outside the motel.
"I killed him, they used too many drugs when they were gonna kidnap Tristan and then left him back at his apartment without doing anything after he wouldn't wake up." I answer.
"Sometimes I wish I could read the future but we should get Tristan the best healthcare possible and I'll go eliminate those guys completely." Asher states.

Asher has a huge look of worry on him, there's another emotion but it's impossible to tell which one it is...though it's nothing positive. He smiles weakly and disappears, not even five seconds later, he back seeming to have eliminated them completely.

One thing I remember him telling me very specifically when I was little pops up suddenly in my head. "I never use my hands to fight, they shouldn't be dirtied so the ones you hold stay pure."I look at my hands, they'll never be pure again, but I'll dirty them more so no one else has to.

"I'm gonna go finish some stuff and get Tristan transferred to a better hospital." Asher says.
"How much work is it?" I ask, my hand is my pocket and I clench it into a fist.
"Not too much, I'll take a rest after that." he answers which makes me loosen my fist a little.

I have no idea why I'm getting pissed off, enough for me to clench my fist. Most likely constantly hearing him finishing some work something similar to that without break. It's not easy to try approaching him about it either.

Liza is probably in the room we're staying and it's already getting dark now in the winter, it's around 4pm so I'll head inside. It's getting cold even for me now.

When I'm back inside our room, Liza is scrolling endlessly on her phone seeming bored and not noticing I'm here. Guess she was finished with all her work early, we are working pretty separately but I still try my best to make as much time for her as possible, though it's as much time that we spend time together now like how it was before.

"How are you, Strawberry?" I ask.
"Huh, bored." she looks up.
"Nothing to do?" I peck her on the lips.
"There's never anything to do." she mutters.
"Wanna go out somewhere together tomorrow?" I ask, her eyes light up.
"Mhm!" she answers with a huge smile.

She puts away her phone to the side and sits on the edge of the bed as I crouch down to meet her at eye level. I have particular place we can go to in mind but that'll wait as a surprise. We've never been on a date before and it's difficult to do so with a target on our backs, though I can see the happiness in her eyes to finally go out somewhere without anything work related.

She flaps her wings a little, Strawberry being happy is one of the best things to see. It's adorable though she doesn't realize it, I have quite a few pictures of her happiest moments. All of them are stunning but in real life, there's movement and you get to experience the moment for real. None of these pictures are special big moments but just happiness of seeing something funny.

"You seem happy about it." I state.
"Yes I am!" she smiles.
"If you just couldn't get any more adorable..." I whisper and kiss her on the lips.
"Mm, the fact you're crouching down to kiss me." Liza mumbles when we pull away. "Fuck being short but I can fly atleast and high up into the atmosphere with no problem."

Angels are something else, they can survive with little oxygen and can fly high up into the atmosphere aswell as fly very fast. I found it pretty interesting when Asher taught me about them when I was maybe 11 and remember it very clearly.

"Hey, mind telling me why back when we were trying to avoid cops, you'd avoid running at your usual speed so I could keep up and never telling me about it?" Liz questions. "Hell, you were fast but it's nothing compared to how fast you actually are."
"I wasn't sure how to act back then, I wasn't really confident either." I answer. "I was still trying to process everything, I never showed it though."
"That kinda makes me happy, just shows you've grown mentally a lot too!" Liza smiles.

That makes me happy, I'm not perfect and it's rare I look back on things.

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Every chapter is like half serious and half just Liza and Harry cuteness, istg-

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