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27- Murderer.

After zigzagging through at least twenty different halls and staircases, Marcus finally stops at a set of double doors. These doors are a dark color of stone and own a small hatch for men on the other side to open and peer through.

Marcus gives one last sickening glance at me with those hard blue eyes that had once been soft, and then he knocks on the door.

The hatch on the door slides open, and a pair of eyes pop into view.

"Password?!" Says a deep, gravelly voice.

"I have the girl Akoh wants." Marcus answers, his tone annoyed. "Just let me in."

The man's eyes that stand in my view, roll. Then, the hatch slams closed and the door swings open. When Marcus pushes me forward and I topple into the room, landing hard on my knees, I stare at the cement floor for a minute, and then I lift my head up.

My eyes take in the most nightmarish scene I have ever seen in my life; Gage, Ellie, Wolfe, and a beaten, limp, Hawk, are chained against the wall. All four of them wear grim expressions, and wear at least ten new bruises and scratches. Wolfe is the only one that looks up, though, when the heavy door slams behind Marcus.

"This is the group of people that killed my son?!" The deepest and darkest voice I have ever heard thunders across the room, making my head jerk to the opposite side of the room. A black, intricate-looking throne sits on a raised platform, a man sitting atop it. The man wears long, sandy hair--like his son's--that reaches down to his hips. Weapons are strung across his sides and his outfit is a crimson shade of red, with black specks slashing through it. He has a horrible look to his sliced-up face and beady dark eyes that seem as if they have no color to them but black. "I can't believe he fell at the feet of such incompetent creatures."

"No." I mutter at him, so much malice and hatred bouncing around in my tone. "I killed him."

The man stares at me, his eyes narrow and his body frozen like a statue across the room. Then, he taps the armrest of his haunting throne and waves Marcus forward. Marcus doesn't hesitate to pull me to my feet and drag me over to the center of the room, with my face turned to my loved ones of which are lying limply against the wall. Their wrists are in chains, locks keeping them bolted in place. The thick, metal chains string all the way up to the wall, stuck to it and not looking as if they would move at all or set them free in any movement.

All of them are looking up now, all of their expressions in disbelief. Who would've thought Marcus could turn on us?!

I look away in dismay, only to get whirled around by Marcus.

Marcus glances down at me as he gulps, his adam's apple bobbing up, and then dropping dramatically. His face is sweating so much, his hard eyes so watery.

"You killed my son?" Akoh asks me, his voice releasing so much dread and nightmares. "Well... I'll just have to avenge him... Am I right?"

I prepare myself for the worst, standing still in front of him as he rises up from his throne and steps off the platform. Even though he has dropped feet, he still towers over me, his devilish eyes shining down at me.

He makes his way towards me, and Marcus backs away, but I keep my head held high and I don't even cringe when Akoh suddenly grabs a sharp, black sword from his side and brings it to my throat in one swift moment.

"How'd you kill him?" He questions me, his dark eyes so devious and evil. "Huh?"

"He got a knife to the head after he attacked me." I say simply, my words dispersing in the air and foretelling my doomed future.