Lucky and the Killer ✔

Helix

Helix liked to torture people. He wasn't sure, but there was just something about having power over another person that made him shiver with delight. He blamed his bad background. It released him.

He pulled the woman's arm behind her back until he could see her eyes widen. He'd put the tape over her mouth a little while ago, so she wouldn't disturb Sean. He tugged her off of the floor with a little grin.

"You've got to get a hold on your blood lust," Sean groaned.

"Eh, whatever," Helix sighed. He pressed his boot into the woman's back and smiled wider as she struggled against him. There was absolutely nothing she could do to get away from him. He may have been standing next to his master, but to her, he was the almighty one to beat—except that she would never beat him. Nobody ever did. "Life is short, right?"

"I don't care what it is you do so long as it doesn't put me off course. Understood?"

"Yeah, yeah," Helix said as he snapped the woman's arm. "Why don't you...take that woman somewhere else."

"What?" Helix laughed. "You don't wanna watch? I thought you'd be down for something like this. I mean aren't red-heads your type?"

"I prefer brunettes," Sean said bluntly.

"Of course you do," Helix nodded. He leaned over the woman until he was pressed against her back—sandwiching her broken arm between them. "This one isn't like your woman, is she?"

"You're vile even by the devil's standards," Sean said quietly. "I'd kill you if you weren't immortal."

"Awww," Helix said as he sniffed the back of the shaking woman's neck, "c'mon. You know you love me. I do it for you, don't I? Besides, you know you'd get lonely without me around. There aren't too many of us immortals."

"Unfortunately," the Master nodded.

"That's right," Helix purred. He pressed his lips to the back of the woman's neck as she writhed beneath him. "Everyone loves me. Even you? Don't you, sweetie?"

"It's been a month. I'd say that's enough time for the girl to have come into her powers. Wouldn't you?"

"Mhmmm," Helix groaned as he kissed the woman's shoulders. "So, the plan is to get the kid, right?"

"The plan is to get her cooperation—not her," Sean said as he put his glass of wine back down on the coffee table.

"And you didn't want to just put a gun to her head for that? She's what...twelve?"

"I don't need to use guns on children," Sean sighed.

"So, what...we're just gonna waltz in there and take her? I mean, it's not like it would be hard. No one even noticed us the first time I snuck in and scouted the place."

"She noticed," Sean said. He stared out the window and watched as red lightning jumped from cloud to cloud. He'd always been fond of heat lightning. He'd learned to admire Earth in some ways—if for nothing more than a good hideaway.

"Oh, I get it," Helix said as he bit down on the woman beneath him and rubbed his hands further down her legs. "You don't want to go back because it's your kid."

"That's part of it," Sean agreed, "but King isn't really my son in the first place."

"Whatever. So what do we do?" Helix said in muffled pops.

"I was thinking of a more...invasive? technique," Sean said. His wine was starting to get lukewarm, and that irritated him. He was ready to get this over and done with. He needed the reigning emperor of The Kingdom to maintain an open passage between there and Earth—for the purpose of creating more Shadows. They just didn't last long enough to get things done. It would be a problem if he showed up by himself, but he knew someone who could. "What about Liz?"

Helix stopped at the name. He rolled off of the woman with a grin. His longer black hair fell onto the carpet beside him, and he grabbed up the bottle of vodka to his left. He took a swing and laughed, "that'll get them good. Don't they think she's dead?"

"She can infiltrate without being suspected as doing our bidding. It will make things easier. Sarah is a little girl, after all, who knows absolutely nothing about ruling an entire world. It would help to have Liz's more gentle hand there."

"Alright, alright," Helix nodded. "Sounds good. That chick scares me, though."

"She should," Sean said, but he didn't smile. Of course, he rarely ever did. A spider in the windowsill caught his eye. It was blackened and dark—like him. It sat, unnoticed, weaving a web. He didn't particularly like having to weave webs, but what had to be done, had to be done. He'd always been a bad guy from day one. He preferred it that way. The world was a shadowy place with more down's than up's, and anyone who thought differently was fooling themselves. Like the spider, he never thought of himself as overly-insidious; he was just...feeding her. That's what it was regardless of how anyone felt about it. The spider had to eat, and for that, webs had to be woven. Fortunately, Liz always had a soft spot for him. She was his real daughter.

"Soooo, do you want her for anything...orrrrr," Helix broke into his thoughts. He was such an irritating little punk, but he was right. Immortality accompanied some amount of deranged loneliness.

"Where did you get her?" he asked.

"I dunno," Helix shrugged, "around the grocery store. I dunno, I think she's just a regular human. I mean, I don't think she'd really be of any help. I mean, I'm still gonna take her regardless. It's just...kind of what I do, but do you want me to keep her or kill her or what? You know, I'm pretty strung out. I don't really feel like towing out any bodies, but I already broke this one's arm I think. What do you think?"

"Human, huh?" Sean thought. "It won't do any good to mate her. It would take far too long to get shadows."

"That's all you think about...shadows," Helix laughed as he flipped the woman over onto her back so that she was staring up at him with those wide, blue eyes. "I kind of want to keep her."

"I don't care what you do, then," Sean said.

Helix began to unbutton the woman's blouse. He'd taken her hair down. It was so soft to the touch, and he loved the way the reds clashed with the browns and honey-colored strands under the light. "You're so worried about time and yet there you stand sending in Liz when you could just go grab the little empress yourself."

"Tact, Helix," Sean sighed, "something of which you know nothing about."

"Tact," Helix laughed. "Where's the fun in that? You just don't want to see King again. Chicken."

"I don't want to see him," he agreed.

Helix made his way down to the last button. It was so very easy once he got to that part, and he was in a state of bliss. Every muscle in his body was relaxed. It was better than morphine. "Hmmm, scared he's gonna whip you?"

"Not at all," Sean said. He moved away from the window and began walking for the door. He may have gotten used to spending his eternity-long death sentence of immortality with Helix, but he didn't have to watch him degrade both his race and the human race all in one night. It was ironic—to be both a connoisseur of torture and still have some obligation to morality. King was like that, too, at times.

"I'm afraid I'll kill him."

"Kill him?" Helix laughed as he gently moved tufts of fabric out of his line of sight, "I'm surprised you haven't done that already."

Sean shook his head without answering. He watched as Helix slid the belt from his pants. Lightning lit the room in a flash again, and he finally made it to the doorway he was aiming for.

"You have thirty minutes," he said. "Then, we're going to get my daughter."

"Thirty minutes?" Helix scoffed. "Is that it?"

"You probably only need three," Sean called back. He shut the door on a protesting Helix and made his way down the hall. It'd been some time since he'd seen Liz, but she would be right where he left her. King, on the other hand, was never where he left him. There wasn't a hair on King's head that he could control. If he could have killed King, he would have already done it.