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

Chapter 11 - Nefarious Purgatory

"Withhold not correction from the child: for if thou beatest him with the rod, he shall not die." -Proverbs 23:13

Warning: Violent and bloody scenes ahead described in quite detail.

“Well, your attention please.” He dramatically cleared his throat, “We have arrived in Clarin City Mansion, the place of your dreams. We hope you have had a pleasant ride with Payne Airlines. We hope to see you soon.”               

                “You’d go bankrupt before you even open your business.”

                His chuckle dimmed as I opened the door and stepped outside with legs like jelly.

                Well, we finally got here. I stared up at the magnificent grandeur before me. Welcome to my worst nightmare’s special edition: Mr Nightmare Takes a Trip to Real Life. Have a great day.

Chapter 11 – Nefarious Purgatory

                The seemingly innocent mansion was gateless in any normal person’s view, but an insider like myself knew by gut that there was an invisible blockade that rejects unwanted visitors – an unwanted visitor’s ilk much like the Slayer nature that Liam possessed. I had told him of it and he had returned to the others, abandoning me in this mousetrap after a few polite words of exchange, finally ending up with me standing before this towering structure.

                I had stolen a glance at the car window after I exited Liam’s vehicle, and I could’ve seen the dark and rather distorted image of myself: bloody and messed up for the most part, but all the wounds – from that punching and scraping and cutting – have stopped bleeding. I saw a thin diagonal line across my face and realized it was the mark of Louis’ cut. It had dried into a scar, and even the scar was already starting to fade now.

                I did actually afflict this upon myself, this whole crazy business, but it wasn’t my fault Head gave me an implausible assignment.

                Okay. It technically was my fault because I sorta kinda challenged him for that matter…

                But the Salkhatar thing had been going on for ages I guess, I mean it wasn’t like Head picked out some random magical item for me to retrieve, it was just that I asked at the time he needed it. Don’t ask me why he needed it. I never knew his intentions nor will I start asking for them.

                I could actually turn around and run; why did I even agreed on going here in the first place? Right, to escape them. Which was an idiotic decision because now I’d rather escape this.

                Oh, Head and his buddie buddies knew alright. They knew that the Salkhatar was stolen – well, re-stolen – because they have this cool crystal ball that could see what was happening in another world that they bought on eBay for $4.99. Kidding. But they did have some kind of who knows what to like know everything that was happening, but no one outside their circle ever saw it or actually even know what it is. It might just be their super brains or maybe they do have a device, who knows. The point is, they saw absolutely everything.

                They probably saw me arrive here too because as if on cue, a section of the milk white marble wall shimmered and disappeared in the shape of a hexagon, the size of a regular door, providing a passageway for me to enter.