Talk About My Man (DISCONTINUED)

08 | The Blue Eyes

Devil.

That was our code word we used.

'Devil', in our coded language meant something fearful, great and strong. In his perspective, he sees himself as the wicked Devil who slaughters innocent people. I created the code name to hold a different significance for him. He wasn't the monster that hides under your bed, he was a more than that. He was a powerful, well-hidden figure in the shadows that was ready to emerge. Ready for battle.

One thing I can promise you, he wasn't cruel.

"How do you know?" I murmured, looking into his eyes.

This has to be a dream.

I couldn't make out who I was talking to. It was too dark.

His lips were pressed into a thin line, his eyebrows furrowed like he was battling with himself to whether to tell me or not. He abruptly stood up, turning his back on me.

I grabbed a hold of his arm, pleading him, "Please don't leave me again." I couldn't endure the feeling once more.

He stiffened for a second before he slowly unwrapped my fingers that were glued tightly to his arm.

"Rest." His voice was cold.

The man with the blue eyes retreated from the room, leaving me alone with my endless thoughts.

I didn't rest, not until an elderly lady came in and injected me with something she said would help.

I didn't want to fall asleep. I needed to find him.

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My 'dreams' were just the same as before. Terrifying.

I don't know how long it's going to take until I completely go insane.

Sitting up, I noticed a silhouetted sitting in a chair across from me. He didn't regard me yet; his face was buried into the palms of his hands, looking like he was deep in thoughts like I was.

"I need to find him," I said to myself, but that seems to have caught the shadow's attention.

We locked eyes, and I wasn't surprised to find them with no emotions.

His eyes weren't blue, they were gray. Where did the other man go?

I opened my mouth to speak, although no words came out as I just stared at the figure in front of me. I scurried off the bed, too fast as my feet got tangled in the blanket that had fallen off.

Closing my eyes, I expected to feel the coldness of the floor, but I thought otherwise as I was brought into the warmth of someone's arms.

My eyes fluttered opened, gray to brown.

"Where's he?" A tear slipped out from my eyes and came much more.

"Where did he go?" I cried, pounding my fist on his chest.

The man said nothing, loosening his arms on me as they dropped to his side.

I wiped my tears away with the back of my hands, pointing an accusing finger at him, "Where did you take him?"

"Who?" He crossed his arms over his broad chest.

"I-I don't remember his name," I whispered, my eyes widening. "I don't remember his name," I repeated, my voice breaking.

"Xavier," I gasped as the lights suddenly flickered on. Backing away from him, the agonizing pain in my abdomen came back as I remembered he was the one that did that to me.