Never Close Your Eyes

DTM 🐊 : C. 29

|| Chapter Twenty-Nine ||

Which, I doubt she could get pass Warren or Vasquez with simple hand-to-hand combat.

"You've met The Murphy?" She seemed skeptical of my excuse, but it also sounded like she believed me.

I felt uncomfortable with her weapon still pressed against my precious stomach, but I continued to remain calm and level headed. Warren always said to never take your eyes off of your assaulter and to never make the tension worse.

Unless they're a hardcore serial killer, when they see emotion in your eyes, you may have a chance out of this certain situation.

"Unfortunately." I shrugged my shoulders casually at the answer, slowly lowering my arms from being raised to my head.

I felt the blood rush back down to the necessary veins that contributed to my limbs.

"What's he like?"

Memories from Cassandra's tyrant era came flashing over my eyes; watching her die, face-to-face and feeling her blood leak onto my cheek. I remembered when Murphy stepped up to make a move against 10K, knowing he was the one to put an end to the wild woman.

Better yet, images of Murphy lashing out on both of us for self-preservation—something he does every damn day. The memory was long ago, but I still remember Murphy calling 10K a selfish bastard for eating his own Twinkie.

Murphy's eyes of disdain and heartbreak after I held a gun to his head for the first time after Mack's death flashed across the many bad memories. I've seen heartbreak written onto a person's face, I have felt heartbreak before.

That's what Murphy felt the moment I switched the tables. Do I regret doing it? No. I'd do it again, but half of me would actually pull the trigger and accept the consequences.

"He's a little bit of a bitch, but not too bad."

I didn't want to lie to this woman, but I also didn't want to give her a reason to give up hope.

Before either of us could discuss more of Murphy's bitchy attitude, a lose arm wrapped around the woman's neck in a light choke hold. But from my angle, it looked like the assaulter was only trying to find more support for his body.

Then, a knife was brought into the gun fight as he pointed the blade against the side of my new acquaintance's neck. I could've facepalmed right then and there.

"Don't move." 10K muttered, trying to get his eyes focused on what he was doing.

He was drunk out of his mind, but still had a little common sense. His rapid blinking told me he was trying to sober up quicker than before, but I knew I needed to interject before he made a move that could mess everything I've built so far crash.

This woman trusts me enough to listen.

"So, the mute talks too, huh?" She scoffed at the truths being revealed almost every minute of the day.

We had to continue lying to these people to encourage Sketchy's story to continue on without finishing up too early.

"We really are good people." I smiled nervously, knowing that was a good truth to send back to her.

Despite my friend having a knife directed to her artery. She stared into my eyes, studying my face for a good minute, finding further lies I could be telling to her.