Midnight Air

22

Soja had only been gone for the last twenty minutes, but my head was reeling. Not just because of what he said to me, but because I should be there! Abigael is my cousin. If she's going to fucking die, it should be by me.

Soja is a lot better at this than I am. He want's to just hold her in captivity, and interrogate her. If it were me, I would rip her fucking head off. But this case goes a lot deeper than just boys being raped and left for dead. Now John is back and his brother is pulling the strings. All just to what? Make Abigael happy?

Make her be the only focus? She wanted me dead back then, maybe she wants me dead now.

I grabbed the shelf next to the door and knocked it down. While kicking the door, "Fuck!" I held the sides of my head in exasperation. If John didn't kill me and his brother did, why is John still alive? Why is Justice so invested in me? Why try and get my attention with killing people when I'm right the fuck here?

I get why Abigael doesn't like me. She's a jealous bitch. But Justice? I barely knew him. By the time John and I got together, he had already drowned. He'd been dead for a couple of years before John and I met. And making a girl do all of the work? What a pussy.

"Do you really want to know?" I heard a male voice whisper in my ear. I froze, a chill going down my spine. I could feel the anxiety and my defenses start to rise. I turned around and he chuckled as he stood next to the window on the opposite side of the room. He looked ominous as the sheer white curtain billowed with the breeze in front of him. He gave off the aura of a menacing predator stalking his pray. And I was his target. But I was the most dangerous thing in this room.

"Oh, don't look at me like that," he said in a low, even, menacing, deep tone. "How about a drink for old friends? Huh? Just you and me. No baby John, no flamboyant Tyler, and my God, no annoying little soldier boy Soja. I should have gotten rid of him the first time. Hmm? What do you say?"

"I'd rather die all over again and stick 10 thousand needles in my eyes while getting butt fucked in an all mens prison, getting sprayed with acid cum before I ever considered having a drink with you. I wouldn't call killing my mother and then doing what you did to me friendship, Justice. I would say that makes you sick. And if I wasn't damn sure that you'd enjoy being tortured in Hell, I'd send you there right now."

"Tsk, tsk. Sweet Purity. Why so cruel. Ouch. That stung a bit. You've gotten fiester since I saw you last. Definitely not like that sweet and beautiful little angel who tried to pull me out of the Hudson." I looked at him in confusion. I never jumped into the river. At least, not that I remember anyway. I mean, there was a boy that I tried to pull out with a rope, but the current was too strong. But I never went in.

"Oh? You don't remember? Maybe if John were here, you'd be able to remember. After all, you did push him to try and get to me. Did he ever tell you that he is the one who pushed me in? Him and Abbi both. Well not so much her pushing, more of her just watching and smiling as I was being swept away by the current. And the moment you came running up, they acted as though they didn't know what happened and were oh so concerned. They really should win an Oscar for that outstanding performance. Did you know that John used to be a serial killer?

Oh, not just any killer, but an infant killer. He'd see their sweet innocent little faces with their cheery little laughs and just snap their necks. And poof. Their once vibrant eyes now empty and dull. You know, not being able to save me is a good thing. I don't know how much longer I would have been able to look my age. Hell, by the time I was supposed to be thirty, I would have to figure out a way to explain why I still looked 16. Mind manipulation can only go so far. I'd had to stop being John's twin and then be his younger brother. And then maybe his son! You'd think after 6 millinia I'd be better at figuring this out."

Justice looked like he won the war. Like he just divalged the biggest secret in the world. Pulling out an ace out of his sleeve like a fucking cheat at a casino.

It took me a moment to try and figure out what he was getting at. If he wasn't John's twin, then what the hell was he to John?

"6 millinia? Who the heck are you?"

He looked over my shoulder and gave a sly smile. "John and I are related, but it seems we're out of time. So I can't get into much detail with lover boy around. You're getting too close. You're messing with the counsel now."

I looked over my shoulder to see Soja standing behind me with a look that could only be described as pure unmasked terror.

I swiftly turned my head back towards Justice, but was greeted only by an open window.

"Soja, we need to move. He knows where we are now, and I think this goes way deeper than we thought."

Soja said nothing and just grabbed my hand and led me down the stairs. Standing in the kitchen, greeting my gaze, was a bloodied Abigael.