Only Love Can Kill Me... (A One Direction FanFiction)

Chapter 28 - Conversion

                Louis growled and roared, not able to contain his emotions and ran out after Zayn, leaving us three to stare at the empty, blank crystal walls, too stunned to move a muscle, too confused to soothe either one. It was like watching a movie clip, not at all like witnessing real tangible life.

                I shut my eyes hard and leaned my head back on nothing.

                So much for the A team.

                What was I thinking?

Chapter 28 - Conversion

"Do not enter the path of the wicked, and do not walk in the way of evil. Avoid it, do not travel on it; turn away from it and pass on." - Proverbs 4:14-15

[Isla’s POV]

                I wasn’t even gonna- you know- dang it.

                I didn’t care like, uh why did he have to be so- you know.

                Ugh, I couldn’t even think properly.

                Why would he do that? What was so, horrible that he would kill?

                Sure he was left or whatever but he could end up as a certified Slayer somehow and I don’t know somehow he managed to get cleaned up and well sent to a good school and whatever.

                Why did I care? I didn’t. Okay maybe a bit- what was I talking about.

                Dang it. Arghh!

                And it was just so brilliant of me to run away from the guys and end up sitting on the floor staring at the giant crystal wall in one of the tunnels. Doing nothing. Genius.

                What’s certain though was that I knew there was no backing out of this. He’s right, you know, I should kill Head. I should. It was too reasonable. Too made sense. What. Pgeas. Pgeas.

                But I really really really didn’t want to. Yes, I didn’t see him often anymore; yes, he had become nothing more than a cold leader who just gives me tasks for who knows whose benefits. Yes…he didn’t show that he cared about me. Yes, he was annoying, expressionless, feelingless, I don’t know what-less, but above all that stupid incoherent aggravating reasons that made me actually have a right to hate him for eternity…he’s still my dad. And there was nothing I could do about it. And there was no way I could hate him. No matter what he did to me, or Arric, or Mom, I knew deep down he- okay, I couldn’t say that he was actually sorry or anything. I mean I wouldn’t know. He masks his emotions like a Crudelis, locking it away deep inside, making it too impossible to read him.

                What he did to Mom though…I shivered, not because of the cold. How he could be so...hard as to do what he did? Sending her away for dead. Letting the Slayers drag her out of our home, in front of Arric even. And how he could send Arric away too…

                All the more reason I should hate him. But weirdly enough, even though I hate the rest of the world, I didn’t think I…hated him. I didn’t think it was in me. But every time I thought about Mom an-and how miserable Arric was even if he said he was okay- yeah to Athro with that, he was clearly never okay. I couldn’t give him enough of the elixir. There’d be a cure…I just hoped Arric would live long enough to get it. The weight of it all just makes me ball my fist and clench my teeth and get a flush of hate rage through my body. Those times, I hated him more than my body could withstand.