Dellings Secrets of The South

Chapter 13

Dimitri

I walked down the empty halls, clutching onto the blade in my front pocket to check that it was there for the hundredth time. The sound of my feet hitting the ground was a light tap, the best I could do for no sound was walking bare foot but I did not want the risk of getting cut and bleeding if things ever went south.

And big chance was things were going to go south.

My raging thoughts telling me to go forward was still as loud as it was three hours ago after I went to dinner. I had the want to skip but knew it wouldn't have been in my best interest if anyone ever looked my way after the crime I was about to commit.

But to think of it, getting rid of someone like this in the world shouldn't even be considered as a crime. The only bad thing about this was that I wasn't going to be able to do it the ways I've been fantasizing about it my whole life.

As I walked further, I could remember everything I wrote in the book with Alastor's name scribbled on it. On thirty pages on every line were the ways of how I was gonna butchered him and make my face be the last one he ever saw.

Doing it in the safety of his own room and bed is exactly how I envisioned it. I wanted him to know how us commoners felt. To not have a single place where we could rest in comfort and safety. I was gonna rip away all he's ever known as a sanctuary.

The hall turned to the last corner reaching for his room and I slowed down, feeling my heart increasing to another pulse as I peered over the corner and there was no one.

Where his big, black door with his name on it was, stood no one. Not a guard. Not a commander.

No one.

Confused, I pressed my back against the wall, evaluating every little way on how this could be a trap and how it was possible that they left him alone for one minute. But why?

Alastor was paranoid, he would've never allowed for his door to go unguarded for one second but even so, this was an opportunity given to me on a silver platter. One that I could not pass.

If I was lucky I may even be able to prolong his death just like I've been wanting to do. I want him to look me in the eyes as I plunge the knife into his stomach. To see the life slowly drive out of him. To see the resemblance to my father's eyes when he killed him.

I got my feet to moving, not caring about the loud tap my heavy shoes now made against the tiled floor.

I could feel the blood pumping in veins, the thoughts telling me to keep going and see the look of regret he'll shoot at me before he took his last breath.

I've waited so long for this.

There were so many sleepless nights where I fantasized of doing this, where the only things I ever dreamt of was walking to see his decapitated head on the floor, where I could step on it, kick it until it burst into brain matter and his bulging eyes rolled to the side.

With one hand still in my pocket, clinging onto the knife, I reached for the door knob with the other and right when I was about to twist it open, the voice of a man shouted at the end of the hall.

"Hey, you."

Fuck.

I didn't give him the chance for his next sentence. I ran

"Stop." He called out, the sound of his feet hitting the ground after me fuelled me to go even faster where I turned the corner and ran straight into another guard walking pass.

He stumbled back a few steps, startled but by the time he gained his composure, I've already passed him, escaping his attempt of catching me by just a few inches.

"Stop him." The first guard called and now the both of them were on my tail.

Adrenaline was pumping in my veins, pushing me so fast that I didn't stop for any corners and bolted for the stairs, jumping two, three and even four at a time as their footsteps banged against the steel floor up above from behind me.

They were close. So close I couldn't take any more risks, I grabbed onto the railings and pulled myself up in a quick and swift manner as I jumped down, landing on my toes first before my ankle gave out and I fell forward, hitting my front hard but not hard enough to keep me down. I was too high on adrenaline to feel any pain.

I pushed myself back up, running into the halls and shoved myself into the first room I could find.

My heart was pounding in my ears, sweats already tingling on my forehead and back, and feet aching with pain but most of all was the fear mixed with adrenaline burning in me.

I pressed my back against the closed door, shutting my eyes closed in attempt to hear better or better yet disappear. The sound of the running echoed through the halls, approaching my room and then they passed by.

I released a low breath of relief.

That was close.

I opened my eyes with relief and another pair stared straight back at me. A little boy sat up straight on his bed, glimpsing over at his friend who was fast asleep in the bed next to him before meeting my eyes again. I was in the children's room, I realised.

The moonlight flooding in through the open window whitewashed his skin to looking pale and sickly. The only way I knew that he wasn't sick in real life was because Alastor would've already ordered him killed.

Slowly, I raised my finger up to my lips and motion for him to stay quiet.