Terrible Fates (BEN Drowned story)

Chapter 35

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Chapter 35

Elizabeth's POV

Another day at the shop. Plenty of calls came in, but aside from that, I haven't talked much. Most of the time, I kept staring at one spot on the desk, zoning out, trying to forget what happened last night.

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I clamped my hand over the young boy's face, keeping him from screaming. Glaring into his frightened eyes, I whispered, "Don't you dare make a sound. If you do, you're not making it out of here...!"

He gulped audibly and nodded his head with some reluctance. I turned my attention to the narrow basement window above and signaled for Caedis to come in. The mute soldier swooped in and landed on his feet with a soft thump. There's no way anyone would've heard it anyway; there's some party going on upstairs. Still, we had to be cautious. Carefully, I let go of the young boy--probably no older than 14--and snuck up to the stairs that led to the rest of the grand house. I grabbed the doorknob with a gloved hand and crushed it, forcing the lock to give up. With caution, I peeked my head out and glanced both ways of the hall, before signaling Caedis to move on ahead to the party. He quickly crouched past me, disguised once again and with a gun in hand at the ready.

Just before I stepped out of the door, I took a glance at the young boy below. He sat on the concrete, looking up at me with horrified eyes now that he could see my face in the light. Even though he already looked so balled up, he pressed himself against the wall, rattling the iron chains cuffing his ankles and wrists. I grinned a monstrous grin and growled amusedly before slinking away into the hall.

By the time I rounded the next corner, gunshots went off, followed by screams and returning fire. A warped chuckle left me as I touched the floor and spread a black web over everything. Any means of escape was cut off now--windows, doors, the chimney if anyone would've been desperate enough. Caedis' attack distracted everyone long enough for me to complete the trap. They're all mine now.

The mouths hissed along with me as I sprinted out into the main room and struck. Furniture was overturned and broken, walls were dented and scratched, and the party-goers were reduced to terrified prey, going down one by one with every second that ticked by. I hate it when they scream, but god damn does it make me feel soooo much relief. The mouths become happy with every life I take, and that means I can be happy too. Thanks, stupid human traffickers.

As the minutes wore on, eventually the only sound that was left throughout the house was the music. I stood amongst a pile of dead bodies and watched the black substance come back to me, withdrawing to the tips of my fingers. It was then that I noticed the way my fingernails looked. Are they darker now? I tried wiping one of them. Nothing came off on my skin. It doesn't seem like a concern, although they look so...gray.

While the mouths writhed on my skin, illuminating their signature red glow, I told Caedis, "Get the boy. He won't like it, but just bear with whatever struggle he gives you."