Edits can come later okay? (/.\)
Chapter 6
“Bad move bro,” the man was tossed towards the olive green colored walls by a hard kick. The wall almost seemed to shake and tremble the quiet house. The man fell to his back, gasping the air but was quick to regain his breathing. He clutched the knife that had been engraved in his abdomen and pulled it out. A shot of pain cursing out his mouth, but only a groan escaped. The wound was slowly beginning to close with the help of fresh new skin.
The man was healing.
“Don’t trash the place,” Andy growled and glared at him, not approving of his idea one bit. He understood and agreed that talking at this point was nowhere near the solution but even though, he didn’t want to make a mess.
“Calm down pretty boy, I don’t plan on destroying her house,” Zayn smirked emotionless, trying to hold back the sensation to kill the man. He didn’t wait for Andy’s response; he turned around watching the man begin to turn onto his stomach, ready to stand up.
“Your name is Victor right?” Zayn recognized the styled hair and bad way of clothing choice. He had appeared a couple of times at The Cellar but suddenly stopped. He had heard of a reckless eater from Ace and Victor fit the description. Messy and reckless. It brought disgust to him.
Victor lifted his head towards Zayn and flashed his yellow colored eyes in anger. His colored eyes were enough proof that he was a Siren one of those who had been affected.
“He’s a Siren,” Andy confirmed, standing next to Zayn. Both heights almost reflecting each other except for Andy’s throwing it all off since he was slightly taller by a few inches.
“Really?” Zayn said in sarcasm, “What gave it away? The healing or fucked up hair?”
His last comment received a loud animal like growl from victor. Both stood ground, paying attention. Victor was up to his feet, every wound now healed in the time that was wasted in talking and observing. Before wasting any more time, Victor quickly sped towards Andy and Zayn. Both dodged it and pushed him down to the floor, hard. Andy left for a chair and found some rope in a cabinet. He helped Zayn tie down Victor in the chair, making sure the ropes almost penetrated his skin.
“How do you know him?” Andy asked, something was telling him he knew more about his identity and possibly his motives.
“I don’t,” Zayn stated, “Only by name though. I’ve heard about him from,” he hesitated about revealing his source, “a friend, a reckless and messy eater and this is him>” he pointed his index finger to the strapped body in front of him.
“I am not reckless or messy!” Victor growled, then formed a sly smirk, “I’ve heard a lot about you too Zayn. You run away, fight anyone and anything without remorse, sleeps with sluts, arrogant and stupid. Your typical bad boy wanna-be, and let’s not forget you are also a-.”
“I don’t exactly travel down a saint like road.” Zayn cut in, gripping his shirt back and checking him in the process, “Now let’s get down to business. So Victor, are you aware of what you were doing here?”
Victor snickered at Zayn’s stupid act, “Of course you idiot I’m not stupid,”
“Good that answers two of my questions now.” He let go of his neck and took a step back, wiping his hands after being disgusted by Victor.
