•𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂• ☣︎

Chapter 10

The shiny, silvery blade pierces the skin of the man who I thought I'd never defeat. I see it happen all so slowly. He drops to his knees while blood drains from his neck. He falls in front of me, onto his back. I throw the blade down at his body once more and it penetrates through his chest, and heart. My teeth clenched and my body shook. All of the anger he created within me was let back out onto him, with several brutal stabs.

I feel the blood boiling within me as I stare down at his corpse. It's infuriating yet rewarding. He will never touch me again.

I look to meet Johnathan who is stood across the room, with an impressed look on his face.

"I knew you could do it sweetheart" He walks to me. "Do you feel any better?"

"I don't know" My body is still in shock. "I think. Yeah" I smile. Johnathans eyes appear aroused as he looks into my eyes.

"Good. I'm glad. Now let's go, I have work I need to do." He takes my hand and pulls me from the room. My heart pounds aggressively in my chest.

"But what about him?" I point back at the corpse lying in the pool of blood. Johnathan continues to drag me by my hand down the hall. Not even looking back.

"He will be taken care of. As will you." The elevator door in front of us opens. "Now you are in my care you shall be expecting whatever you need. For your physical, mental and sexual wellbeing."

The doors open and we're back to the main floor. I follow Johnathan down the hall. He still has my hand gripped in his. A nurse approaches us. The same one which would always would get me for my appointments.

"Dr Crane is everything alright?" She stares at the spits of blood on my shirt.

"Just fine thank you." He keeps walking.

"Do I need to call a medic?" She follows behind us.

"Just a nose bleed. She will be fine." He unlocks his office door of his office and pulls me inside before the nurse can say anything else. He closes the door and walks behind his desk. "Now Y/N I have an appointment today." He says sitting in the large chair.

"With who?"

"You. Take a seat."

"Now? What is it about?" I sit down.

"How have your thoughts been lately? Would you consider yourself to be more or less anxious?"

I pause for a moment. "Less, I think."

"And why do you think that is?" He stares at me calmly.

"Because I haven't been around a lot of people?"

He grins. "My treatment is working then. For your anxiety anyways. I haven't seen one outbreak since you've been with me, impressive."

"What else do I need fixed?"

"Well you just murdered somebody and seemed to have moved on like it was just a scratch so I'd assume a lot." My face drops slightly. "I'm joking, you're perfect the way you are sweetheart."

"So am I cured then? Can I be out of isolation?"

"Do you want to be out of isolation?" He lifts his eyebrow.

"No.." I respond quietly.

"That's what I thought."

"Is it even considered isolation anymore? you just used isolation so kidnapping wouldn't sound so bad."

"You're right." He begins writing quickly, then stops once I speak again.

"I don't want to be held captive. I still want to see you but I just don't want to be kept like a pet."

"Would you like to go back home?"

"I want to visit at the least"

"Well that's not going to happen."

"What why?"

"Because Y/N, I said so."

I stand from the seat and lean over him. "No, tell me why." My eyes well with confusion and sadness.

"You need to listen to me and sit back down."

"Why can't I leave Johnathan, tell me!" My voice gets louder, not yelling but louder.

He stands and is now the one looking down to me. "Because if you leave you will be dead." His voice and face is serious.

"What" My face drops.

"Your mother is paying me to kill you, and if she finds out I didn't do it. She will." He sits back down and holds his head in his hands.

In that moment I felt like I was going to pass out. I knew it all along. Those thoughts weren't hallucinations they were messages, warnings.

"She's one actor that one. I really thought she loved you too." He looks up. I stand there while my face goes white. I feel the burning in my eyes and the heaviness in my chest. Johnathan comes from around the desk. A tear streams down my cheek. My vision has gone completely blurred and all I can feel is Johnathan pull me into his soft shirt. I was heartbroken, but more furious. Not at him but at her.

"I'm sorry" He whispers. "I didn't want to tell you that."

"Why didn't you kill me?" I pull away from him.

"Because you're special. Your brain is special." He held my face in his hands.

"I'm not special I'm just a freak." I push his hand off my face.

"Not anymore then I am Y/N. Look where I work."

"Does she know I'm alive?"

"Yes. I still am in the process of staging your death. She has requested proof of your death so it may take a while." He wipes the single tear from my cheek.

"What are you going to do?"

"Look for a clone, kill them, and mark it under your name" He sits me down and walks back behind his desk. "But with someone like you it isn't the easiest. If I can't find someone within the next week she will be coming for you herself."

"We need to kill her. Before she finds me."

Johnathan looks at me in shock. He pauses for a moment. "God, you are hot." He says under his breath with a smirk. "You sure about this? I mean she is your mom."

"Don't act like you wouldn't kill your mother. They both want us dead anyway."

He smirks in amusement. "You're right. Come here." He looks down onto his lap. I walk over to him behind his desk. He pats on his lap. "Sit". I slowly sit down on his lap, with my butt on one knee and my legs dangling over the over. "You know you're beautiful right" Johnathan says quietly while staring into my sorrowful eyes. I nod. "I will never let anything take you away from me." He gently runs his hand along my cheek. I weaken to his touch. "What is it you would like to do to that terrible mother of yours?" His voice remains delicate and calm.

"I haven't really thought about it. I'm still in shock." I respond quietly, wiping my nose.

"If you were my daughter id be so proud." I could tell he meant it by the look in his eyes. The validation was overwhelming my emotions. I could've cried more then I already was. "And take your time sweetheart. Preferably after you're dead. Because then, you wont be a suspect." He grins.

"Okay.."

"Y/N?"

"Mhm?"

"Do you have a daddy at home?" I shake my head and also tilt it in confusion. "We can change that."