Deadly Saints [18+]

009: Downhill from here

|Alysanne Valentine|

The muscles that ached throughout my body, radiating to my bloodshot eyes. My cheeks felt stiff, drenched in dried up tears, the throbbing in my skull became endless for the apparent month. the sound of my stomach growling from the lack of food in my system, only added to numerous reasons as to why I couldn't sleep. Isadora is gone and no one even gives a shit to find her, that's apparently who we are, irrelevant.

My efforts ran deep, each possible solution to find her I have tried. When I went to the cops, they didn't seem the least bit interested in a missing stripper since they coincidently have the tendencies to run away from their problems. Each word that slipped from his crusty lips only angered me to the point that my nails dug into my skin. I wasn't going to give into my instincts.

"Fuck that hoe," the cop said, eating his donut while sipping coffee.

As I tried to calm myself down, I left the station without stating my name. Instantly, I pressed the button connecting to the bombs I planted inside the front lobby of the police station. The explosion was big enough for them to realize that messing with me wasn't a good idea.

That was for not giving a fuck for helping me find my best friend. Fucktards.

The natural way of life. I had to solve the problem the legal way but that didn't work of course. So far, that hasn't been working out for me. People always praise the law, the ones that hold power. All I see those who indulge in the benefits and never think about others. I despised those slimy motherfuckers, if she was here my mind wouldn't be plagued with these vicious thoughts. Instead, I am right back to square, fighting who I truly am. But I just can't, especially now that she's gone.

As I attempted to not dwindle on the unknown whereabouts of Isadora, my attention is on forging a path to find her. The lethal part of me, coursed through my veins to bring that part back, to leave a never-ending trail of blood along my path. Other people's lives didn't matter to me, not then and most certainly not now. That bothered me, the only regards for my humanity is switched when I meet people who are worth it. My brain disregard for others is one of the factors that contributed to my hibernation , the thirst of holding that much power in one sleek brought a euphoric sensation that shook my bones.

Isadora is psychotic, an open maniac. Me, murderous— doesn't come close. The savage that resided in my other half much more found pleasure in the ability to take everything precious away from someone. Which is one of the reasons why I kept her locked away, that truly demonic side of me that is completely void of emotions, I will never unleash her again after what happened.

Isadora, although uncanny daredevil. She taught me the true meaning of valuing humanity but also not losing that thrill-seeking side of yourself, "Embrace your dark side," she said.

I appreciate the support of having the yin and yang of this lifestyle but I could never fully indulge in the devilry. No one would evade my wrath unscathed. Its an unpredictable part that I desperately battle with every day, to never lose control like I once did.

"Aly, you awake?" Rio yawned.

"Go back to sleep. I'm fine," I sweetly replied, trying to reassure him.

Rio studied me through his heavy lids, I stared at him with a stone cold expression that evidently reassured him during this time, no one should be near me. He attempted to take a step into my direction when I shook my head at him. Rio, hesitated, frown upon his cherry lips but he retreated back into my room. Unfortunately for him, he knew better than to console me in a time where my blood is boiling with anger.