Lucky and the Killer ✔

Lessons - Final Chapter

"King isn't real enough for you?" she spat.

Creston smiled and sent electricity through her body. It flew out of his finger tips and into her hands. He could see it just beneath her skin, flowing down the veins of her body like golden light. He did try not to over-do it, and so it didn't last entirely too long. It would still be very painful for her.

"How did you get my power? I know a lot of things, but I don't know how it is you came to have part of my power. Leona gave it to Sean but not you."

"I don't know how I got it," Lucky groaned. She stared hazily up at his face again. The icy blue eyes hung in the air above her like a dragon's. Her vision blurred, and all she could see was the cold of his eyes.

"I don't believe you," Creston muttered.

"I'm telling the truth," Lucky whispered. Every muscle in her body burned, and she felt...drugged. Nothing inside of her was working right. She couldn't even tell which way was up.

"I don't like liars," Creston said with another punch of electricity through her system. "One thing I always am is honest."

"Honest?" Lucky gasped. Pain radiated up her arms and through her elbows. Her insides burned, and she couldn't catch her breath. She could feel her tears leaking out of her eyes and down her scrunched up face.

"Ah," Creston said with a smile, "there's a little bit of green. Let's see how much more we can squeeze out."

The fire spread down her legs and to her ankles. The room around her was going black. It crept into her vision with tiny dazzles of stars mixed into the darkness.

"Stop," she gasped. "Please, stop. I can't."

"Can't what?" Creston asked. "You can't honestly tell me you're already at your limit."

Lucky bit her lip and shut her eyes, but it wasn't because she'd fainted. It was because she needed to focus. She couldn't tell her own power from his, and it all sped up and down inside of her like a ricochet of needles in every corner.

"I can't black out yet," she whispered aloud to herself. She couldn't. If she blacked out, it would be over. Creston would win. She would die. Her King would die. She could cry, but she couldn't black out.

"Am I too much for you?" Creston laughed.

"What are you even doing?" Lucky stammered through her blurred vision.

"The cells in a human body are only meant to take so much energy...so much stimulation. I'm just...over riding them. So, tell me, how does it feel?"

"It hurts," she gasped.

"Good," he smiled. "Where did you get my power?"

His face swam in front of her, and for a moment, he looked more like a demon than a god. The shadows hit his face at just the right angle, and she saw the darkened side of King. She saw the gleam in his eye. She saw the deadness in his eyes, too—the deadness of focus that King had when he took Anna's life. She couldn't think. He'd asked her something, hadn't he?

"Answer me," Creston said again. His grip tightened around her wrists as he threw more light into her body. She screamed out beneath him and twisted her torso to the side. Being in the dark was not something he was going to be.

"I can't think!" she shouted. "Please, stop!"

"I don't want to hear you beg," Creston said flatly. "I want to hear you answer."

"King!" Lucky yelled. She knew she shouldn't have yelled his name, but she didn't know what else to say. She couldn't move, and the silver drained out of her eyes.