Cravings

Guns, Dice and Notebooks

 Eaden stared greedily at the boy knelt before him. “Eaden,” Alec said weakly, struggling to form coherent sentences with the blood bubbling from his mouth. “This – this isn’t you! Please, u – untie me. I-I can help you!” Eaden’s grin was quick to turn into a frown. He crouched, pressing the gun to his friends’ forehead, taking pleasure in the small wretches he was answered with. He tipped his head to the side, dark bangs cascading across his demonic face. His grey eyes stood out like silver amid coal. They used to be brown. They used to be gold. “You don’t think I haven’t heard that before? I'm a doctor Alec. I help you.” With that said he pulled a die from his pocket and held it between Alec’s eyes. The latter’s baby blues crossed to see it. Eaden laughed cruelly, his face contorted with mirth, yet still beautiful. “To see how many holes to I should put in you,” he murmured. He glanced at Alec’s lips without meaning to, licking his own. He looked away quickly. Alec shed blood and tears like a bittersweet waterfall. “Please, Eaden, you don’t have to do this, please!” but Eaden rolled the die despite his lovers’ protests, the manic grin wavered as he saw the result. “One,” he said, angrily. But Alec thought he detected another emotion – relief.  Maybe it was just his desperation causing him to hear things. Or maybe, his Eaden was still in there. Maybe this wasn’t a lost cause. Eaden swallowed. “Now to decide where the hole goes.” He sounded hesitant. Alec desperately wanted to say something, but all that spewed forth was more blood. Eaden grabbed Alec’s hair and dragged him up, attempting to ignore the boys whimpered protests. He had to kill him, right? Like Master said, the road to redemption is a bloody one. Alec’s death was necessary. But even so, as Eaden closed his eyes and turned trice, he purposely aimed down. He pulled the trigger. The answering shriek told that Alec was alive enough to feel the pain. Without opening his eyes, Eaden turned and ran. When he was far away from his ugly betrayal, he took out his notebook and crossed off Alec’s name. Five down, nine to go.