Aleks POV:
"I need you to understand something before I kill you."
The lights flickered back on slowly, before shining at full brightness, temporarily blinding me. As the numbness in my mind began to fade, the stench of iron and salt hit me like a tidal wave. Blood. It was splattered all over the floor and covered what I could see of my body. I weakly lift my head up to look at the voice's owner, still managing to glare despite the pain I was in.
Standing before me, idly twirling a large, already bloody, chef's knife between his long fingers, was the man I thought I knew completely. My supposed best friend. He noticed my glare and chuckled to himself, stepping closer. I tried to lean away from his looming form only to have my back press even more into the chair that held me immobile. Looking away, I felt the knife slip under my chin, forcing me to look up at my captor. I attempted to glare again, but his words rang through my mind again, allowing fear to slowly take over my features.
"Aww, don't give me that look, we're still best friends. C'mon, smile a little. You're going to hurt my feelings, Aleks."
I could feel the glare return to my face as rage started to slowly build up inside me.
"Best friends don't kidnap each other. They don't leave each other locked up in a shit hole for hours, and they definitely DON'T fucking try to kill each other," I growled out through clenched teeth.
"You're right. Best friends don't do that.. But I was never a best friend to you, was I? You were always mine, but I guess I just wasn't good enough for you, eh?"
The taller man stared down at me, a glum look on his face, almost like he was begging for my pity. Fuck that.
"It doesn't matter at this point whether or not you were my best friend." My voice started to increase in volume. "What matters now, is that you're a fucking psychopath! I knew you were fucked up, Kevin, but this is a whole new level of insane!"
Kevin visibly stiffened, even taking a step back. Shock clearly showed on his face from my outburst, only to be immediately replaced by fury. He recovered his lost ground until there was absolutely no space between us, brandishing the knife inches from my chest, keeping it poised in the general area of my heart. The blade inched closer and closer until it pressed into my skin slightly, just enough to pierce the surface. Tiny drops of crimson welled up from the puncture, soaking into my already damp and torn T-shirt.
At the slight twinge of fresh pain, I involuntarily flinched, making Kevin push the blade into me a little more, drawing more blood and tiny whimper. Finally removing the knife and tossing it to the floor, Kevin roughly jerked my head up, our faces within kissing range. His face was devoid of all emotion.
The Asian spoke, his voice betraying what he was feeling. "You think I don't know what I am..? I know I'm crazy. I have to look at myself in the mirror every day and see the insanity hiding in my eyes. I don't need you to fucking remind me of how messed up I am!"
His last statement came out as a roar, followed by a vicious punch to my stomach. I groaned weakly, coughing up some blood and feeling it trickle down my chin. Kevin looked down at me again, but now his expression was that of regret. He gently wiped the blood off my face, sighed, and spoke again, this time his voice was thick with sadness and I could see tears forming in his eyes.
"I-I'm sorry, Aleks. You really are my best friend. But you were also so much more than that to me. I've loved you for a long time, since we met actually."
I felt my stomach drop. Now things were starting to make sense. Why Kevin would constantly bother me to record with him. How every time he had enough money, he'd fly out from Seattle to visit all the Creatures, but always ended up around me for the majority of his trip. Those dirty looks he would sneak at my boyfriend, when he thought no one was looking.
"I love you so much, Aleks. All I ever wanted was for you to love me back. I actually thought I had a chance with you.. Until HE got in the way."
