Run With The Devil

The Confrontation

I followed the scientist through the labyrinth of elegantly decorated rooms, my heels clicking softly against the marble floor. The auction's noise faded behind us, leaving a hushed, tense silence. The thrill of impending confrontation surged through me, pushing me past any lingering fear.

As I moved closer, I could see the scientist's posture, his air of arrogance clear even from behind. He was oblivious to the danger that was closing in on him. Good. I wanted him to be surprised.

Finally, he stopped at a door marked with a simple brass plaque. He fumbled with his keys, and that's when I made my move. My steps were quick and silent as I approached, my heart pounding in sync with my adrenaline.

Just as he opened the door and began to enter the room, I reached out, grabbing the handle and pulling it back, slamming the door shut behind him. The sound echoed through the hallway, and I could hear the muffled gasp of shock from the other side.

The scientist spun around, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of me standing in the dimly lit corridor. "You!" he stammered, his voice dripping with fear. "You weren't supposed to be here!"

I stepped forward, my expression cold and determined. "Surprise," I said, my voice dripping with disdain. "I've been waiting a long time for this moment."

He stumbled backward, his composure unraveling. "You don't understand," he said, his voice trembling. "I was only following orders. I had to do what they told me!"

I took another step closer, my eyes narrowing. "You think that excuses what you did to me? To us? All those experiments, the pain-you don't get to run from it."

The scientist's back hit the wall, and he slid down, desperation written all over his face. "Please," he begged. "I was just a pawn. Don't do this. I can help you-"

Before he could finish, I reached out and grabbed his collar, dragging him up to face me. "Help me?" I hissed. "You're the one who made me a test subject. You're the reason I had to suffer. I don't need your help. I need justice."

The fear in his eyes was palpable, and I could see him trying to find a way out of this. He opened his mouth to plead again, but I cut him off. "I'm not here for mercy. I'm here to make sure you understand the consequences of your actions."

With a surge of energy, I phased my hand through his chest, feeling his heart beating beneath my skin. The look of sheer terror on his face was almost satisfying. I didn't need to do anything more to make my point. The fear and realization were enough.

I pulled my hand back, watching as he crumpled to the floor, gasping for breath. I stood over him, feeling a sense of grim satisfaction. "Remember this moment," I said, my voice cold. "Remember who you've wronged."

I turned and walked away, leaving him there, the weight of his actions finally catching up to him. The scientist's fate was sealed, and I had finally taken a step toward avenging the pain he caused.

Deon's pov

As I made my way through the auction venue, my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. The tension in the air was palpable, and I was acutely aware of every shift in the crowd around me. I had been searching for Lyra all night, my concern growing with each passing hour.

Harper had been keeping a watchful eye, alerting me to any unusual activities. I had already dismissed several distractions-every missed glance or false lead only heightened my frustration. The last thing I needed was for Lyra to slip away or for her to get caught up in something dangerous.

I glanced around the opulent hall, filled with elegantly dressed guests and the glitter of luxury. The auction had reached its climax, and the bidding had become more frantic. My attention was divided between managing my own business dealings and the growing unease about Lyra's whereabouts.