Peter was lost in thinking on their way back to the CIU head quarters, the police van had taken them, his wrists were sore and he was advised not to move around a lot, all this could have gone well if Michael had told them of the whole plan instead of dangling Sophie and Isabel as bait to a psychopathic maniac,he knew deep down that he was more bothered about Sophie than himself, he could di- he shook of the thought, the van came to a halt in front of the CIU, he was going to give Michael a piece of his mind, he didn't care what happened.
"You shouldn't let anger cloud your judgment" Michael said to him as they stepped out of the van, but Peter had made up his mind.
"you son of-" Peter said as he grabbed Michael's collar
"hush, not in front of the child" Michael replied casually, his hands were in his pocket. Peter had forgotten about Isabel, she and Sophie stood watching them.
"I thought we meant something to you, I thought Sophie did, i thought we were partners,why do you always act all high and mighty? Who do you think you are"
"I, you? Partners?" Michael was smiling "I would sell you to the devil for a cube of sugar"
Peter had endured enough, he pushed Michael towards the wall, he knew he had no chance against Michael, he didn't care, he had a point to make, he swung his right arm at him, he knew Michael would dodge and make a fool out of him. He closed his eyes as his fists approached Michael's face expecting the worst, the pain he felt in his fists seconds later made him open his eyes, there was blood on his fists. Michael was bleeding from his nose, Michael staggered back a few steps.
"To answer your question" Michael said cleaning his nose with his palm "I am the consultant" he said as he walked away.
"you didn't bring your parents to the parent teacher meeting again" Mrs Walsh who had been teaching for the better part of life said to one of the smartest students she had. "should i call them?" she asked
"no,no madame, they are very busy" he replied. Busy being dead he thought, he was tempted to laugh. He remembered how his father begged as he tied him to the chair, oh what do you expect he just saw his wife become a pin cushion for knives, his mother had been no fun at all, dying within minutes, it disgusted him. "are you listening to me" he was jolted back to reality
"yes"
"you can leave now"
He took his time with his father, started with his fingers, cutting them off for every time he remembered how he called him a good for nothing, oh he made him pay. He was having more fun now that he was a part of Ragnarok, he never understood who they were but for one they always gave him people to play with, he had fun, and now they had given him permission to go after this girl he had always wanted but she never paid him one attention. Oh but you'd beg me for your life,you would beg me and i won't listen I would be too busy gouging your eyes out, those brown eyes you have, I'd remove them, then your ears I'd cut them off, the stab you for every alphabet in your name, I, S, A, B, E, L.
His phone vibrated.
He picked it up.
"her sister just dropped her off at home, no one else is home, we jammed the network around her house so no phone calls coming in, we hope you enjoy your twelfth feast"
Oh, he thought, I would, i most definitely would.
