There's The Cat and Then There's Me [boyxboy]

Chapter Twenty-Two: Heaven In Jade

His hand didn’t shake. His hand didn’t tremble; it didn’t quiver or slightly twitch. Instead his finger remained steady against the shiny metal, the duller gleam of the trigger under his waiting limbs. 

Tension strung intensely through the atmosphere, heavy anticipation of the coldness of death. Frozen limbs refused to move; his muscles stiff with calmness, mine with a gut churning fear.  Choking breaths refused to dislodge from my throat, his even and loud in the blinding white of the echoing room. Everything narrowed into milliseconds, narrowed down until the only focus was the seconds fleeting away. Time didn’t slow down, nothing waited, and nothing paused except my body. If anything, time sped up to match the pounding of my terrified heart.  

The room and the outside world appeared as if an echo to the figure standing so casually before me, the person who could take me to my death with a single twitch of his finger. I couldn’t think, couldn’t focus my thoughts… I wanted to so desperately… I couldn’t understand this!

Why!? Why me? Why now? What did I do? I deserve this? WHY?

Every cell in my being screamed to speak to him, to question him, to demand an answer to why I was here; to demand a reason why my demise had suddenly come about, especially now. But nothing escaped my throat except a pathetic whimper. Steel eyes glinted at the animalistic sound, the idea of my fear giving him some perverse kind of pleasure. Under my panicked gaze his mouth split into a thin smile, as if a knife carved his pierced face in two. The air around him swirled thick with cruelty and pain. It was the perfect killer’s demeanour.

I was petrified.

He wasn’t lying. He really could kill me and not feel a single bit of emotion; no sympathy, no pain, no remorse, guilt or sorrow. He was cold from the inside out.

I couldn’t escape him.

“So. Are you scared? Fearful even? You can feel every beat of your heart, the blood coursing through your veins, the heaviness of your breath. I can hear it. I can taste your fear,” he grinned, the gun remaining steadily pointing at my head when reality crashed back down to earth and my knees finally gave out. His nervous twitch returned, his spare hand scratching furiously at his face before reaching into his pocket to fiddle with the metal container that I knew concealed his sanity, yet also his insanity.

How the fuck does he know? What kind of sympathy or empathy could he possibly want to offer me now? What kind of game does he think he’s playing? I don’t want to die!

“Of course you’re probably thinking a million and one things right now, but,” his shoulder jerked involuntarily from the drugs coursing through his veins, causing me to swallow heavily and almost shout aloud when I saw his finger tighten momentarily on the silver trigger, “but, I guess you want to know why? Huh?”

This guy is out of control… fucking hell… I’m going to die… I’m going to die… What the hell do I DO?!

Swallowing heavily again I finally managed to tear my eyes away from the gun, staring into his eyes from the cold cement ground. I felt helpless… lost… desperate.

Please someone save me…

Laughter screamed through the tense air as he saw my expression, ending almost as soon as it started, and the mad sound carving through my ear drums worse than a knife… like the sound of gunshot.

“You think you can call for help? Oh no, wait, this is priceless! No way… you actually thought…?” his face looked purely shocked for a second, before another bark of laughter left his tattooed throat. “You actually think he can help you? That he would even want to save you? His princess? Isn’t that what he calls you?”