Hide and Go Kill

Chapter Eleven

Third person POV

Victor walked into the room, clapping slowly, "that was marvelous."

The young man snarled at him, "shut up."

Victor held his hands up in surrender, "it was a compliment."

"Whatever," he muttered, crossing his arms and looking away.

"So Rose is dead, and so is Mason, and Theresa, and-" Victor was cut off by the man.

"Yeah yeah, I don't need a progress report," he waved him off, "just make sure you leave Kat for me."

Victor rolled his eyes, "I know."

"I mean it. You can cut off Matt if you want."

"Oh, I will," Victor chuckled and leaned against the wall, observing the master mind of this event.

"What?" He snapped, when he noticed his observant eyes on him.

"My, my, no need to get snappy," he smirked.

The man didn't say anything, deciding that not answering him would save him the headache that was bound to appear.

"So when is it that you're going to reveal yourself to them?" Victor asked teasingly.

"It won't be long now," he answered quietly. He walked to the window, "you boarded this up well."

Victor chuckled, "yes, when I do my job I do it well."

"I don't want her to get hurt," he said quietly.

"You shouldn't have brought her along then," Victor rolled his eyes, "if you didn't want her to possibly die, you should've let her live her life."

"You know why I brought her along," he growled, whirling around to face him. His dark eyes swirling with anger.

"Yeah, so you can 'save her and live happily ever after together 'cause she'll think you're her hero'," Victor used air quotes and spoke in a different voice to mock him.

He gave Victor a blank look, obviously not finding his explanation amusing, "that's not the only reason," he mumbled.

"Oh yeah? Then please enlighten me," Victor crossed his arms.

"Shut up," he snarled at him, turning back to face the window and proceeded to look at it as if it wasn't boarded up.

Victor narrowed his grey eyes at him. He never really got along with the guy. He was always so serious and wanted to take the place of the leader. He wanted everyone to basically bow down to him. Victor hated that.

'I'm the one who everyone should bow down to. Not him'. He thought to himself, anger coursing through his veins. He took a deep breath in, calming himself slowly.

Both of the men craved control, it was a surprise that Victor even wanted to work with him.

After several moments of silence, in which the young man had other things on his mind and Victor was thinking of ways to behead the man, a voice interrupted the quietness.

"How about Opal? Is she dead too?" The man, unknowing to the fact that Victor was highly infatuated with the young girl, asked.

"No!" Victor growled, anger shining in his grey eyes, "she's not going to die."

"Oh? And why not?" His voice changed to a mocking tone, one that caused Victor to almost reach for his axe and slice him open on the spot. Yet, he remained controlled.