The Games of Alastor

Chapter Twenty

Once I got to my house I wanted to vomit, pass out and never wake up again, or cut myself until I bleed out. I felt hungover. There are no words to describe the emotion I felt towards Adron. I knew I had to wait until he gets back.

I walked to my room and saw the money on my nightstand. She isn't dead. I don't believe it. She can't be. Not that fast. Not that soon.

I sat on my bed at just stating emptly at the floor. My head wouldn't shut the hell. Voices yelling again, reminding me she's gone. Reminding me this was my fault.

I don't blame them. This is my fault if you really think about it. Should've made sure she got home safely and checked her doors. All my fucking fault. Should've been me. Anyone but her. Shes still a fucking child.
I had an urge to ask Alastor to bring her back. I knew he wouldn't no matter what deal I make. And even if he said yes, I know what is dead, must stay dead.

I didn't want to do anything. I haven't eaten in 10 hours and I didn't have an appetite. I wanted to go to sleep and never wake up. I got up and went to my kitchen, got a glass cup, and threw it as hard as I could on the ground.

Shards went everywhere and I picked up the biggest piece I could find. I rolled up the sleeves of my hoodie and started making small cuts in my arm with it.

Didn't flinch. Hardly felt anything. It helped a little, I guess.

I don't know how much time passed before there was a knock at my door. I relized my arm was torn and covered with cuts. It felt needed. Rolling down my sleeves, I went to check the door.

I opened the door and it was Adron. My chest rose with rage. Without hesitation I brought my foot up with as much force as I could and brought it to his chest. He fell back and his head hit the pavement.

Stepping out of the house, not caring if people see. "What the hell, man?!" He asked, playing dumb. "Shut the fuck up!" I stomped on his face with all the strength I could muster. I could hear his nose break.

He started coughing up blood and I noticed his waist bandaged up. Without another thought I knew it was from Saskia. I was proud of her. I started kicking where his wound was. Over and over and over.

Adron looked like he was trying to say something but couldn't. Still coughing up blood and trying to huddle in a ball, I kept kicking.

I didn't stop until my foot hurt and he was passed out. My adrenaline went up and I dragged him inside. I pulled his body in the same room I use but this time I didn't plan on chaining him to the chair.

I grabbed parkour rope and a stake. Hammering the stake as high as I could reach in the room, I tied the rope around Adrons hand in a certain way.

Adron is just mostly skin, bones, and barely muscle. It wasn't hard to manage to hang him from the steak in the wall. Couple minutes later he woke up. He seemed to flinch at the pain from his wound on his side.

"Morning."

He must've picked up what was going on quickly because he said, "I'll take it you found your sister." He laughed.

An image of Saskias body flashed into my mind. I looked at Adron and imagined him a gore filled mess.

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I'm so sorry for the late update my brain is giving up on me and I had an impulse to start another story and finish it tonight.

Thanks for reading.

-Karstyn