Stars & Scars ( A Homocidal Liu X OC story)

Empathy Kills

(Tear you apart - She wants revenge)

The day passed in a blur. Before I knew it, I was sitting in the Operators office.
Being in this damn place was never a fun time for proxies or even his brothers.
The room was large, fitted with mahogany doors that were big enough for the faceless bastard to not bust his head on upon entering.
For being an entity called Slenderman, he sure wasn't small. The table I sat at was wonderland sized, larger than a California king bed with room to spare. The seats were somewhat comfortable, though I would be lying if I said the crimson velvet didn't make the dark room more intimidating. Liu shifted uncomfortably beside me, eyes glued to his pale hands that were resting in his lap.
The Operator said nothing, staring down at us from his ungodly height.

"Angelis and Liu, there are people that are taking our victims. One flew under your radar, Angelis. I'll let it slide this time. However, if there is one more incident, I'll have one of your ribs removed."
His voice was inhuman, a sickening mixture of a radio show host that was sleep deprived and the devil himself.
I sucked in a sharp breath, nodding as I snapped my eyes up to the faceless man.
"Yes, sir, my apologies." I said far too quickly. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lius eyebrows twitch.
"Victor Madison. You two are to find him and end him at any cost." Slenderman said, placing a sheet of paper down on the table with his bony fingers.
I glanced down at the paper.
There was a photo of a man in his mid forties, sporting Dahmer glasses and a smile that said, 'I'm definitely a child predator.'
Apparently, he had been luring girls to the edge of the forest, around a mile away from the mansion. All of the girls had been killed, though their heads were severed from their bodies, among other atrocities.
Liu said nothing, crossing one leg over the other.
"Great, another child fucker. Thanks for missing that one, Graves."
He muttered in annoyance, his voice somehow akin to the crackling of burning embers in a campfire.
"I have so many fucking people to watch, Liu. I'm not a goddamn psychic, I have other things to do rather than slave away at the computer and catch pedophil-"

"Enough." Slenderman cut me off in a tone that made my blood run cold.
"You two will find and eliminate the target tonight. Casualites aren't a problem, kill the girls too. Any witnesses are a liability. Kate may be called for backup, however I expect that you two will get the job done alone and in a timely manner.
Dismissed."
Liu grabbed the paper and shoved it into my hands before storming out of the room, head down and hands in his pockets.
I sighed, pushing myself out of the velvet armchair and made my way to the door. But just before I was able to fully open it, my hand still turning the doorknob, that awful voice rang out behind me.
"Angelis?"
"Yes, sir?"
I turned my head, a flutter of anxiety in my gut.
"There is a weakness in Liu that I doubt you can see. I merely wanted to gauge his reactions to my threat. I intend on not causing any harm to you on regards of insolence just yet. Though, my suspicions have been confirmed. In other words, I was bluffing. Refrain from allowing him that knowledge, as I have pondered his reasons for maintaining the nullification of his emotions.
Those emotions could very well result in his demise.
Dismissed."
With that, I nodded and left the room upon him ending his sentance.
That's when the panic set in. What the fuck did he mean by that? What emotions did Liu have that... oh no.
Oh fuck no.
There was no way in hell that man cared about me in the slightest. When I first arrived, he refused to speak to me. The silence turned to violence, and it was him who had been the main subject of my previous punishments. By that, I mean he was the one carving sigils into my skin when I missed a target, or something along that lines of that matter. As far as I was concerned, he hated me.
But Slender obviously knew better than to give me the full details of his telekinetic searches on Liu's mind. He had remained vague, while letting me in graciously on the fact that the dense motherfucker apparently had some semblance of feelings, platonic or not.
None of it mattered to me. I just needed to get through this damn mission without another injury like last time so I could go to bed and forget about the blood staining my hands.