Assassin From Hell

~26.Attempted "Fatherly" Advice~

   Scarlet

Biological father?

Those last few words kept bouncing back inside my head. Shock was clearly expressed across my now ajar mouth and eyes that were wider than The Grand Canyon.

Nick's eyes were focused onto me with some small sweat starting to bead onto his head. One of his hands that he tried so hard to hide was shaking uncontrollably in nervousness.

Gulping down the large ball that had formed in my throat, I stare down at my carpet. "No. You are wrong. I don't have parents." I struggled to force out with a strained voice.

"You do have parents. It's me and your mother." Nick kept pushing. Judging by posture, he seemed very worn out and physically drained. Although, I did slightly notice a flash of sadness shoot across his shiny eyes. How could I be his daughter? I hardly look like him. The only thing I did inherit was probably the same head shape and his facial structure. We don't even look related to each other.

"How could I be your daughter if we don't even look related? And if you're my father, then where's my mom?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"She isn't here." Nick stiffly mumbled while uncomfortably shifting his feet around. Obviously he didn't want to talk about it so I let him be.

"It's true Scarlet, he is your actual father. I've seen it with my own eyes." Teresa reasons softly.

It's as if my heart actually stopped beating and fell out of my chest. Breathing seemed harder than normal and my heart rate quickened. Teresa witnessed him being my father but will I just believe her?

"I'm sorry but I need proof."  I calmly said while trying to maintain my composure. I had enough of this conversation. Rising from my seat, I give each of them a non-verbal goodbye and leave my room with a flustered expression, not caring that I left them while they tried to talk.

I need the time to process this.

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"I knew that something would happen when I left you to this mission but I did it anyway. Why did I do it you ask? Well I wanted to test where our loyalties were lying between each other. Now look at yourself and tell me if you feel ashamed for bringing this upon your own being." He disapprovingly says while slumping back, relaxed in his chair while playing around with the knife he was holding.

My wrists ached against the shackles holding my from the ceiling. My toes could barley touch the dirty and cold floor that so many people have died against. I was lucky to have my shirt and jeans on since I knew where this was heading. This process was all to familiar to me but I didn't dare open my sealed mouth fore my punishment would be a lot more gruesome.

"Aren't you just ecstatic that you are here right now?" He growls and throws the knife at the wall. I could feel the movement of the knife cutting through the air, barely brushing past my ear. A thud sounded from where the long deadly weapon made an impact on the bloodied wall.

"I'd rather be here and go through your bullshit than being oblivious to the fact that you need to be checked into an asylum." I spit out.

His eyes were glowing with a fierce rage that I haven't seen ever before. He sat up and straightened his posture then crossing his arms while slightly leaning forward. His lips draw into a thin line as he tries to stare me down.

"Is that so?" He asks in fake confusion.

I narrowed my eyes to him, surpassing my fear of him was something I achieved long ago so I didn't care of the crap he was going to put me through. "You've killed my two brothers and so many other people. Of course you are crazy."

He gets up and shuffles his feet across the ground behind me to retrieve his knife that was thrown into the poor wall. The hairs on the back of my neck stood high and mighty when I felt an uncomfortable presence near my ear.

"I know you and Alexander have a connection together." He whispers, leaving his hot breath onto my ear and tracing my back with the tip of the knife. My shirt ripped from the cuts it was making, exposing my back to the cool and tense air. "But what would happen if I happened to sever it somehow?"

"How would you plan to do that?" I ask him while maintaining my composure. On the inside I was flipping out the alarms ringing in all corner of my head but if I exposed that to him then he would get the satisfaction of making me uncomfortable. I can't give him what he wants.

He sighs, "Like this." He answers while driving the knife, deep into my shoulder.

I make a small whimper in pain while he cackles at me. He then rips it out roughly and pierces the same knife into my thigh. A searing pain rushes all over my body as the burning sensation from both areas increase. The amount of blood pouring out of each of my new wounds in unbelievable.

Johnathon then comes around to face my very pained expression. A wave of satisfaction came across his face while I on the other hand just wanted to cry out. His stone cold eyes were hardened to where they were almost black. The knife he held was dripping with my crimson red blood onto the very ground that I made my first kill on. The same ground that I've seen other people die in. Once a victim in in this very room, they only escape by death by the hands of the leader or in my case, the psychopath.

"Well, you should've listened to me Scarlet Genevieve Adams." He whispers and then thrusts the bloodied knife into my stomach, making me scream in pain.

I shot up out of bed as soon as Johnathon thrusted the knife into my stomach. Cold sweat beaded my forehead and I was breathing heavily but not hyperventilating. All the events that occurred in my dream kept replaying in my head.

Dying at the hands of Johnathon isn't an option. I have to stop him before more lives are taken because of me.

So Scarlet has made up her mind about everything.

How was it?

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