Hunted

Chapter 25: People Like Us Don't Get Happily Ever Afters

The building loomed over me, encasing the light into the dark shadow of the horrors it held within its walls. Men were posted at each corner with assault rifles and hand pistols attached to the hip. The building perimeter wall were watched 24/7 and the walls were made of 10 feet thick cement and steel. The maximum security prison is escape proof.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Sarah asks as she places a delicate and reassuring hand on my shoulder.

I take once last look at the glooming monument and give her a nod confirming my choice.

Walking through the gates, eyes fell on me. Guards were stationed everywhere and constantly walked the halls. We walked down endless hallways until finally reaching the solitary confinement wing of the maximum security prison.

"I know he said that he would only speak to you, but that doesn't mean you have to talk to him," Sarah started, trying to get me to back out, "We don't need a confession. We have all the evidence to put Jason away for twenty lifetimes."

"But he won't tell you why," I state.

Giving me one last glance, she swiped the security card and cracked the door open. I moved her out of the way, bringing the room into view.

The walls were a dark grey like the rest of the building. The musky room was empty except for the metal table in the center. I look to the man sitting there, smiling at me. He was handcuffed to the floor with the grey jumpsuit hiding the scars from his arms. The ones I gifted him.

As if he could sense me in the room, he lifted his unshaven head to meet my eyes. His cold, dead soul shined through as no remorse was always known.

"Hello sister."

"Jason," I breathed. His face rose as I said his name. His head nodded toward the chair opposite of him, gesturing for me to take a seat.

I walked forward and took the chair. Sarah softly shut the door behind as I evaluated him.

"You know why I'm here Jason. Talk or I leave now," I threatened.

"No you won't," his voice drenched in mockery, "You want your answers too much to walk out that door and never come back."

I ignored his inclination and asked the question, "Why, Jason?"

"For you of course. Isn't it obvious? I killed all of those people because they tried to protect you," he stated, a laugh on his tongue, "I could argue that all those deaths are on your head."

"Why Dylan? What was it about him that drew you in?"

"Easy targets are even easier to manipulate," he stated simply as if reciting a fact once learned in grade school so many years ago.

"How could you use him like that? His death is on you."

"I'm not the one who pulled the trigger," his eyes brightened as he continued, "I didn't force the boy to do anything he wasn't already going to do in the future."

"I guess we'll never know."

"I know the real reason you are here, and it's not to ask about a insignificant high school crush," he paused, "So, why don't you ask the question you really want to know?"

"Was trying to kill me really worth all those people's lives?" I dodged, "Didn't you feel anything."

"Absolutely," he smiled sinisterly at me, "I watched every life drain from those empty corpses and felt nothing, but I did love the touch of their slick blood cover my hands as I slid the blade across their skin."

"You're a sick bastard," I pushed off the table standing up, "I came for answers and this is just turning out to be a waste of time."

I turned my back to him and headed for the door. He didn't try to stop my outburst, but instead followed me with his eyes deep in thought.

"Have fun rotting in hell," I pulled on the door and went to leave.

"You know..."his voice stopped my movement as I listened to his words, "I may be a sick bastard, but I wasn't always that way. He turned me into it," I rotated my head to watch as he talked, "Like they say, you are what your parents make you."

"Sorry, but you can't blame the dead for making you a monster."

"Who said I was being trained by the dead?" he smiled, "When the devil comes to kill you, tell him I say hi."

Ice slid through my veins, "He's not the devil, but don't worry big brother. I'm sure you will greet the real one soon enough." I started back toward the door.

"Ask the question Silver! Ask what we both know you are just itching to know," he waited until I looked back at his slick face. His eyes were sullen and his body was anorexic. He looked almost broken.

"Is he alive?" the words slide off my tongue carelessly.

"Even better, he's on his way."

"I'll make sure to say hi," I walked out the door once more, slamming the lock into place.

"He's coming Silver! You won't be able to outrun him this time!" he yelled through the walls

I just kept walking as the voice grew dimmer, "He will kill you! You know better than I do! You can't outrun your own father!"

I continued, unfazed and showing no emotion. The horror my new family had experienced was nothing compared to what was coming. I was wrong when telling my brother he would be going to hell alone. It seems before this danger is over, we will all be going into hell together.

My brother wasn't the real monster I had endured. My father was coming to town.

I headed back into Hopesprings. Slowly passing the sign to read the spray painted words covering the once sweet sign.

Welcome to Hell.