Hell Fire (Wild Fire: 2) (FINISHED)

Prologue - Sweet Fear

"Thank you for the kind haircut," the brown-haired boy said. "I knew you could do well and restore the brown. I hated the red, anyway."

"Y... yes, sir," the stylist said. "It looks lovely now."

The brown-haired boy tipped his head back, smiling lazily at the stylist. "Did you get the goods, Marie?"

"Yes, sir," he responded, nodding fast. "Everything you asked for, sir."

"The girl?" the boy clarified. "Her location?"

"Yes, sir," he responded then. "It seems as if she moved to Maine, sir. To live with her sister, Alice."

"Ah," the boy hummed, orange eyes glittering with murderous intent. "Sister. I didn't know she had one of those."

"The sister is a human," the stylist said, sweet fear reflecting in his eyes. "The sister is her guardian, sir. Her mother died of a stroke a couple months ago, and her sister took custody."

"And I killed her father," the boy mused. "I know. You explain too much of what I know, Marie. Please, tell me... who is this... Alice girl?"

"She's Ember's older sister," Marie responded. "She's twenty-six, sir. Blonde hair, blue eyes. She's been taking care of Ember for a couple years now, while their mother was in and out of the hospital."

"I see," the brown-haired boy responded. "I see." He sat up in his chair then, making Marie jump and clutch onto the hair brush he was using, but the boy only turned to give a sly smile. "No need to be so jumpy, Marie, I'm not that scary," he gazed up, eyes glowing a blood orange, "am I, Marie?"

"No," he responded, shaking his head frantically. "No, sir. Not at all."

"Good," the boy responded, sliding gracefully off his chair and turning to gaze at the servant. "You have her address, do you not?"

"Y-yes, sir," Marie responded, scrambling through his pocket worriedly before pulling out a slip of paper. "Right here, sir."

The boy snatched it, making the servant jump back before settling back into himself as the boy stared down at the paper, reading it.

"Hmm..." he responded then, gazing up at Marie. "Maine, huh? Ooh, sounds like a fun trip."

He then stepped over to the front doors, casting Marie a sideways glance before a smile peaked through, and he stepped outside, finding a fair-haired boy standing there, raising his brows when they locked eyes.

"Hello, there, Mason," the brown-haired boy said, pushing his hands into his pockets.

"It's been two months since you've called," Mason responded cynically. "When will we get the job done?"

The brown-haired boy's smile faded and replaced with an annoyed look. "Your ways are very messy," he responded. "You almost got the job done, but really? You didn't. Max shot you, not kind of him, no, and you survived. If we only stayed longer to make sure Ember was dead, the job would've been done already."

Mason's black eyes glowed with anger. "So? What's the plan then?"

The boy smiled, orange eyes glowing. "I got the address." He rose the slip of paper and waved it in Mason's face. "But I have new intentions for her, Mason."

"What?" he said, shocked.

"Ember Angelus," the boy mused, "I originally hated the girl because she stole my wingman, but now?" He gazed up. "I see what Max sees. She's beautiful, kind, sweet. Do you really want to kill such an innocent girl?"

Mason drew back in shock. "What are you even talking about?" His black eyes hardened. "WE HAD A DEAL."

"Deal?" the boy echoed. "Oh, you want a deal, Mason? The deal was, we'd get Max back, the deal was... we'd do it both our ways, no?" He put his finger up when Mason opened his mouth to respond. "Mason, we tried your way. We almost killed the girl the worst way possible. It was quite cruel, you know. But the way I want? We'll get Max back, I swear it." His eyes hardened. "WITHOUT killing the girl."

Mason's eyes reflected disgust in them. "So, you care about the girl now? She's a pathetic little bitch."

The boy was suddenly in front of him, hovering his face inches over Mason's as his eyes glowed with murderous intent. "Ember Angelus is a strong, independent woman, Mason. Ember Angelus has more strength than you and I combined. EMBER ANGELUS," his voice lowered, sounding rough as he hissed, "doesn't deserve to die. If you want to kill someone so sweet and kind as her," he waved to the front doors of the barber shop, "Marie is your perfect target."

Mason's eyes reflected fear in them, but he quickly regained his composure and sank back into himself. "This wasn't the deal."

"The deal was to get Maddox back," the boy stated, hovering over him. "Leave-the-girl-alone, Mason. If you disobey my orders, I'll have no choice but to disobey yours, deal?"

The fair-haired boy's lips twisted in anger. "Fine."

The brown-haired boy sank back onto his feet, gazing over Mason with suspicion. "Good. Now go have your fun." He waved to the barber shop. "You need the high? Marie's not that helpful to me, anyway. In fact, he kind of messed up the back a bit." He patted his neck. "I just didn't have the heart to tell him."

Mason let out an impatient sound, turning away and heading down the streets before vanishing into the crowds.

The brown-haired boy just smiled, turning around and heading back into the shop, gazing around before settling his eyes on Marie.

"You haven't told anyone about our little arrangement, have you?" the boy asked, making the servant jump and drop the broom he was holding.

"No, sir," Marie stated.

The boy slid a pistol out from his pants, aiming it at the servant as he stiffened.

"I have to be sure," he stated as Marie stepped back, panic glistening in his eyes, "don't I, Marie?"

"Sir, I-"

"Don't I, Marie?" the boy repeated, seeing sweat glisten on the servant's forehead.

He nodded quickly; eyes trained on the barrel of the gun as he took a couple more steps back.

"Don't worry," the boy stated. "I have good aim. It'll be quick."

"Sir, please," the servant stated, eyes glittering with tears. "I-I gave you everything you wanted. I did everything you needed."

The boy sighed. "That was your mistake."

And he pressed the trigger, a shot echoing through the shop as the bullet pierced Marie through the forehead, until he crumpled in on himself and collapsed to the side, deceased.

The boy just blew the barrel of the gun and shoved it back into his pants, gazing around the room for witnesses and ended up finding none, so he just pulled his phone out from his pocket and dialed one of his other workers.

"Yes, sir?" he said from the other line.

"I need a cleanup," the boy stated, leaning against a chair as he eyed the dead body under him. "1222 West Third Drive. And bring a car and a jet for me? I have somewhere to be."

"Yes, Elijah," the man stated. "We're on the way."

Elijah slapped the phone shut, smiling down at the body that lay before him. "Don't worry, Marie," he whispered, tipping his head to the side. "I'll give you a proper funeral." His eyes glowed. "But I have something to do first, so it'll have to wait."