Questioning Means Uncertainty

Chapter Fourteen

Probably one of the worst headaches I'd ever experienced along with disorientation above anything else came on. I slowly got up, my vision impaired and seeing double. A loud ringing sound came from all around. What happened? We were just walking. Where's Rei? Why's everything red? Fuck.. Is that tuberose?

"Rei.." I groaned as I clutched my head. Was I bleeding? I focused my vision and noticed something on the ground.

A sphere lay on the ground. A circle with yet another circle in the middle of it. Red lines running through it. An eyeball. I felt my heartbeat speed up as anxiety rose. Blood was everywhere. I looked around. Rei lay behind me, crumpled on the ground and unconscious. She didn't look injured. Whose eye was this? Where was Jason?

Blood was splattered everywhere. Droplets dripped from the ceiling and pooled in areas. Streaks of gore ran down the wall. Parts of intestines and organs decorated it. Brain matter was on my clothes, as was everything else. Bone fragments scattered the area, stained with blood and the marrow exposed. A clothed leg lay on the first floor, sodden. Part of a skull lay in front of me. Black hair was still attached to parts of the skull that still had skin, singed. Teeth were engraved into the walls. The permeating smell of iron was overwhelming. Bile rose up my throat as I felt drops fall on my head and trickle down the side. It smelled like Iron and burned flesh. I felt the vomit come up and hurled over where the railing should've been. I felt disgusted as I wiped my mouth.

"Huh." A male voice spoke. My heart dropped. "I should've known Beaumont sounded familiar. Fuck, that's really disappointing."

Jade Green eyes with greying brown hair. A neutral skin tone and albanian features. My father stood before me carrying a handgun. He stunk of tuberose and blood. He stood on a piece of an organ. Why had nothing else smelled like blood? Beaumont sounded familiar?

"What?" Where was Jason? I looked at the eyeball once again. An icy blue iris stared back at me. Fuck. "No."

It can't be. Right? It's not his, right? It can't be his. I took a step toward him. I felt weak and wobbly. A blood stained fabric lay next to the wall, it had the same colour as Jason's shirt.

"You.." I stared at my father.

"Look, I'm sorry about your boyfriend. If you three weren't here, this would've never happened. I'd have still hunted him down but you would've had more time with him."

"You killed him." I felt tears prick my eyes. My heart felt heavy and my limbs numb. My vision was tunnelled on him. Disoriented movements were all I needed to move forward. "You fucking blew him up. I can't even hold him as he dies. He doesn't even get the fucking decency of being properly buried. His family can't bury him."

Everything was red. I saw through a crimson red view of the world. Yet I was conscious. I felt things change in me.

"Woah, Stacy. It's not my fault he got blown up, it could've been any three of you. I didn't choose who it bl-"

"Shut the fuck up." I took another step toward him. It felt heavy. Rage built up inside me, it felt like I was boiling. Betrayal and grief at once was a fucker. I released seething breaths through gritted teeth.

"Fine." He raised his hand gun and pointed at me. "It's a disappointment you couldn't continue the line."

"Eric." A man came from a different room. He had an Irish accent and red hair with blue eyes. He smelled just faintly of blood, a tiny drop on his sleeve. He didn't smell like tuberoses, but instead a different scent. Almonds and pears. Acacia bark but also sweet, like honey. His energy reminded me of Rei. He gripped Eric's forearm. "She's not a target. T'is mission's over. We took t'e town, it's over. Just calm her down."