Complete Undoing

SIXTEEN

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TILLY

I should've never come here.

Ever since this recruit started, I've witnessed enough violence to last a lifetime. I've probably even been a witness to a few murders as well.

The Florida rejects are completely insane. Fucking mental.

I saw the one with the demon devil mask shatter someone's leg and mutilate their face, making them unrecognizable, all while laughing like a deranged hyena.

Then to make matters worse the fucker saw me and fluttered his fingers at me and said "hi gorgeous" with a sinister smile. After that, I ran like a chicken with its head cut off and hid in some bushes.

But that's not all. Oh no, you see, I'm hiding and watching everything unfold, and suddenly, this guy with a white bloody mask who is also decked in black takes out one of the Rejects with a barbed wire baseball bat. Until I gasped once I saw the blood.

I've never been so terrified once he started walking towards me, well, until the reject guy got up and hit him. I then took that chance to run.

My legs burned with every stride but once I found a good place behind some thick trees, I hid, peeking around it every so often to make sure that I'm not next on the hit list.

I peek around the tree and hold my breath. The white mask guy ditched the bat and is now strangling the Face painted reject. I was wrong, though.

Apparently their is more than one white mask since the one I ran from is taking long strides right in front of me. I thought he was coming for me, that my hiding place was not so well hidden but to my surprise he turned and I could finally breathe.

My legs ache since jogging isn't one of my strong suits. How in the hell did anyone ever survive this?

And do you know the worst part of all this besides the screams, the wails, or the sound of muffled sounds of the bloodshed is that my body is shaking of what should be fear but excitement.

The white mask is making me feel like prey, chasing me until I'm hunted gives me a thrill. One that I don't want but got it anyway.

I take a deep breath and release it once the white mask guy who is obviously still hunting me goes down the path.

Why is he after me and not the Rejects? Don't they need people who can fight back for their group?

Whatever, the important thing is he's gone. I watched his back disappear down the path and out of sight.

I wait for a few minutes until I see no masked men around, and I stand from my crouched position and turn around, but I'm nearly knocked on my ass until a pair of arms go around me.

Shit.

"I was right. It is you." His voice darkens, "trying to become a reject pequeña víbora?" His tone takes a chilling edge as I close my eyes tightly, and his muscles tighten, making me suffocate.

I open my eyes to see that I'm completely wrapped in Lexingtons arms. I look up, and his face is hidden beneath the white bloody mask, making him ten times more intimidating.

I should hate that it's him and not one of the other psychopaths or that he's not beating me to death with his bat.

I should definitely not feel safe in his warm embrace, either.

"Tell me, Tiny, what are you doing here?"

"I got a text saying to come." I breathe harshly as he remains silent with narrow eyes.