Hell0 W0rld [2]

Red Lips, Bloody Hands

"Michael...!?" Riley spoke up, glancing up at the man standing in front of her.

He bent down in front of her and began fiddling with the chains behind her that kept her tied to the pole. After a few seconds, the chains fell off and Riley's hands were free.

"You helped me...?" Riley asked, "why?"

Michael gently held her hand and helped her stand up; her legs still shaking like crazy. "Leave before he comes back." He replied.

The white in his eyes were pure black, like a demon you would only see in your nightmares. But he was helping her; reassuring her. She didn't understand why but she was extremely thankful.

Riley looked up at him as he was taller than her but still a little shorter than Jay. "Thanks, Michael..."

He stood there with a completely blood soaked shirt. "Your shirt..." She spoke up, "who-"

"Leave. Now." He interrupted.

Riley frowned and watched him - his facial expression stayed the same; blank and emotionless. She sighed and nodded. "Okay. Thank you again." She turned and glanced towards the steps that led to a door to the outside.

"..." As Riley turned around, she noticed he was sitting on the desk, just staring at her; his hands cupping each other on his lap.

She made her way up the steps and towards the door. She paused for a second before turning back to see him still sitting there. "Does Jay know he's even here...?" She wondered. Riley placed her hand on the handle of the door but she couldn't bring herself to open it. She didn't want to leave. Not yet.

"Michael..." Riley spoke up, looking down at the small room. "How will you explain this to him?"

"What?" He replied with a stern voice.

Riley furrowed her brows, she didn't understand any of this to be honest. Her eyes wandered over Michael's body, his clothes were completely stained with blood. She knew she had her chance to leave but...

"What... about Nathan?" Riley asked.

Michael sighed and turned his head to her, his golden eyes staring right back at hers. "Just fucking leave." He spoke bluntly.

Riley frowned slightly, not really sure how to reply. She gulped, "I just asked you a questio-"

"Fuck sakes." Michael hissed. "You're free, you can go, why haven't you left yet?"

Riley's eyes widened, she was shocked. This emotionless man had turned into an angry one very quickly. She was scared to answer but now she just more curious. Riley walked down the steps and stood a few feet away from him. "What are you going to tell Jay when he comes back and finds I'm not here...?" She asked. "Let me at least take him." She exclaimed, turning to Nathan.

There was a small silence but Riley definitely felt some kind of annoyed vibe coming off him. "What happened to you...?" She finally asked.

"Stop trying to snoop at everything you can get your grimy reporter hands on and just leave." Michael stood up from the desk, walking closer to her.

Riley's breath hitched slightly. "I just..." She stopped myself. She didn't want to cause any more trouble. "I'll leave." She turned away, "...I'm not just some reporter." She furrowed my brows, "My name... My name is Riley." She felt she should let him know. Riley don't know why, honestly. She wanted to remember who she was in case this was her last time remembering anything. Maybe Riley just wanted to hear herself say it out loud.

"Oh, I know who you are." He spoke.

"What?" Riley frowned, turning her head to him.

"You're like the others. You have some weird thing for Jay, huh? Well, listen, I have one thing to say to you." He walked, a not-so-subtle irritated expression on his face. "You're not special."