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

Chapter 29 - Head

In the back of my head, still, the words ‘kill him, avenge me’ overlapped within themselves. I replied inside, as if she could hear me. Don’t worry, Mom, I will. For Arric. For us.

                I spoke with an air of authoritative finality.

“Well, if we’re going to commit an organised murder, we better do it right. Oh, and, can I borrow that little dagger of yours?”

Chapter 29 - Head

"Fathers, do not provoke your children, lest they become discouraged." - Colossians 3:21

                It was all a blur.

                Somehow I got back to our meeting room. Somehow Zayn started conjuring a Portal from the Lora seed. Somehow the guys briefed me about coming back before the Portal closes. Somehow I didn’t care about being branded a murderer. Somehow I didn’t care about never coming back home.

                Somehow I didn’t care that I was about to kill my own dad. Somehow, I didn’t feel an ounce of sorry.

                “…do you get what I’m saying?”

                I looked at Zayn. “Yes.” Didn’t give a dang.

                “Then come back in ten. If not, we’ll have to use up another seed, and there’s only three left now. Don’t take so long.”

                “I don’t think I’ll have much to say to my target.”

                He nodded, and the world came into focus.

                There was the shimmering wall again in front of me, like a vertical layer of wavering water. The guys’ faces, all wearing that same look of anticipation and worry: a strange but understandable combination. I felt the coarseness of the hilt’s surface gripped tightly in my hand and imagined the sharp end digging into Head’s chest, how the blood would ooze out of his dying heart, how his undoing would be the end of all the suffering he had imposed. And I would be free of his commands, and I would have avenged Mom, and Arric could be out of hiding, at last.

                Funny, how the only person who would actually feel loss when Head was no more was the person who set out to kill him in the first place. Irony is a pesky little thing, isn’t it?

                “Now picture the place you want to step through vividly, if you don’t want to end up in a black hole for eternity.” The Shaman said.

                “Not that I would mind.”

                Ignoring his annoying voice, I gripped the dagger handle tighter, closed my eyes, and pictured one of the endless hallways in the mansion. The one that led directly to Head’s office. The one I spent the most time in growing up. I pictured it, tasted the coldness, the eerie silence; the walls looming over, the door on either side of the hallways perpetually shut, mysteriously hiding whatever was within; the sense of comfort and yet unease, warmth despite the lack of heat; the evenly spaced out candelabras with the eternally lit torches providing dim glows throughout the corridors.

                My eyes shot open, and I couldn’t wait a second longer.

                I stepped through the Portal.

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                Immediately the sudden temperature rise took a toll on me. The mansion was never warm – but it wasn’t half as cold as the crystal cave. The soft carpeting tickled my feet, which I just noticed were bare. Realization hit me and it hurt my heart, knowing that this would be the last time I would ever step foot inside this marvel, my childhood dwelling. Would I be homesick, knowing I could never come back?