Only Love Can Kill Me... (A One Direction FanFiction)

Chapter 9 - Sojourn

The second is this; "Love your neighbor as yourself. There is no commandment greater than these. - Mark 12:31

**I resort to not giving an A/N in the beginning of chaps starting now. A/Ns will be at the end of chaps.**

                I was still rooted in spot when the conversation outside started.

                “What is it, Zayn?”

                A short pause. “It’s the Salkhatar,”

I could hear the intensity in his mumble. I could’ve guaranteed the air temperature suddenly dropped to the point where oxygen turned solid around us, barren; it felt like poisonous parasites rashly decided to entwine themselves in the adjacent air, weighing down on our shoulders, chilling our bones to a crisp. And then he resumed in all tenseness.

“Someone stole it.”

Chapter 9 - Sojourn

[Isla’s POV]

                Did I hear that right?

                Did he just say the Salkhatar was stolen?

                What was bloody wrong with this world?

                Two words: BLOODY EVERYTHING.

                How can something stolen be bloody re-stolen?

                Who bloody stole it?

                Bloody gore.

                Bloody humans.

                Bloody Head. Bloody Salkhatar. Bloody Harry. Bloody Sham. Bloody world. Bloody boots. Bloody clothes. Bloody world.

                Now not only was I going to be callously tormented, I would also be accused of bloody stealing the bloody Salkhatar. BECAUSE HEAD DIDN’T BLOODY CARE ABOUT THE STORY. HE JUST PEEKED AT THE FINAL SITUATION AND BLAME EVERYTHING ON OTHER PEOPLE BECAUSE THAT WAS JUST THE TYPE OF HEAD HE WAS. HE WAS BLOODY HEAD AND THAT WAS WHAT HEADS BLOODY DO.

                I DIDN’T BLOODY CARE IF I WAS BLOODY RANTING OK I CAN BLOODY RANT IF I BLOODY WANT TO AND I CAN USE BLOODY HOWEVER BLOODY FREQUENT I BLOODY WANT TO.

                Okay, bloody overuse alert I had to admit but the point got across, right?

                I just didn’t care what would happen to me anymore. Nothing could get worse than Head’s death-level tortures. Maybe I could get on his good side? But he wasn’t one to decide in this case. The Crudelis will and they literally didn’t have feelings. They had to give human feelings up to even become one. They were the ones unleashing the wrath of the Edict, however sadistic the Edict was. I never understood why they’d give feelings up. Maybe they were in a heartache so horrible they did it to take their pain away. Maybe I can apply to be a Crudelis. I might not even want feelings anymore. They were really distracting. Please, take the forthcoming pain away from me!

                But then again I would never feel alive again. Feelings are what keeps you alive, right? Hope and love are what makes you look forward to another day of living, another day of breathing in this world.