Badges & Criminals

Capitolo 21

Hello Hellians

Just a quick warning about this chapter.

Things in this chapter are going to be intense. Emotionally intense. So I'm splitting the chapter in two simply because I don't want to overwhelm anyone with the entire chapter. So next chapter will wrap things up from this chapter, there may or may not be a tiny time lapse it will just depend on how I can piece things together.

Anyway enjoy and

Onwards with the story

-Lexx

I rolled my shoulders to ease the tension that was growing in them from having been ziptied behind my back for so long. I peered into the dark doorway of the abandoned barn that I had been brought to and tried to calm my turbulent emotions. The only thing I could do was hope that the others were able to find me quickly considering the fact that my ear piece hadn't been tossed out the window until twenty minutes before our arrival.

Something hard prodded me in my lower back with enough force to make me stumble forward a bit.

"Move." I glared over my shoulder at one of my older brothers, Jackson. It shouldn't have come as a surprise, he'd always been a little weasel. But I knew that someone was helping him since there wasn't a chance in hell that he was smart enough to be the mastermind behind all of this, he was too impatient.

Jackson grew tired of my glaring and shoved me forward, head first into the dark open doorway. I stopped moving when I regained my balance and refused to move any further and show that I wouldn't bend to his will simply because he was older and had taken me captive. A burning pain ripped through my lower back and traveled up my spine catching me off guard and making me hunch forward as I tried to withhold my pain cries. Jackson threaded his hand into my hair and grabbed a fistful before yanking me back into a stand position and having a strained grunt claw it's way up my throat as I was forced to nearly lean my head onto his shoulder. My scalp and back were on fire but I kept my few choice words to myself so as not to give him a reason to use his knife on me once more.

A glint of light appeared in my field of vision making me dart my eyes to the side and saw a pocket knife with a freshly sharpened blade dripping with blood. My blood.

"I said move." I swallowed but remained rooted to the spot as the knife disappeared from my line of sight and I could feel it press right above my stomach. "You know how much I love to cut things."

I took a slow step forward so as not to give him another reason to slice me though I already knew Jackson was a bit of a maniac when it came to knives. If he wanted to cut me again he didn't really need a reason since he was borderline psychopathic. My eyes adjusted to the limited amount of light in the decrepit farmhouse and movement to the right of us had my eyes darting to a staircase that was falling apart. A lone figure stood there, watching us as we drew closer.

The second I saw their face I couldn't stop the strangled growl like noise that escaped my throat as my face contorted in rage.

"So glad you could finally join us!" He chirped as he jumped down off of the crumbling staircase. I lunged toward him no longer worrying about the knife pressing against me or thinking about what I would do with my hands, there were plenty of ways to kill a man with your legs, strangulation being one.

"Traitor!" I spat as Jackson held me back, a look of uncertainty flashing across his face.

"I prefer the term ' problem solver'." William's nose crinkled like he was about to sneeze before he swiped a finger under it.

I scoffed but continued to try and burn him with my eyes. "What problem?"

William nodded and Jackson left me as he went to go sit on a dusty table that was only a few feet away from us while William scratched his temple before shoving his hands back into his designer pants pocket. He was looking me up and down for a moment before his eyes met mine and he forced the falsest smile I'd ever seen.

"Well, for starters, your mother was one problem." My brows furrowed as he shuffled a bit closer to me with a deadly glint in his eyes and a small grin on his face. "To be fair she was a nice woman but it is true, what they tell us growing up. There's no place for kindness in our life for only the kindest die in agony. I must admit I could see why father liked her so much, she was very charming and was quite vicious towards the end." He seemed lost in thought but he snapped out of it and grinned at me, patting me on the cheek. "Didn't do her well in the end, did it?"

I watched him with cold, hard eyes as he got closer to me. Rage began to eat away at me, I wanted to kill him for uttering such things about my mother. Spreading lies to my ears.

I lashed out and slammed my head into his, knocking him back a few steps which gave me enough time to maneuver my hands from behind me and instead have them in front. When William regained his balance he was glaring at me as he began to stalk forward, his stance one of a lethal animal waiting to attack it's prey. Jackson made to move off of the table but a hand from William stopped him and he sat back down with a look of unease. William dove for my waist and I struck him in the shoulder with a kick but he had simply used the attack to blindside me as he propelled himself off of the floor and tackled me to the dusty ground. My face was pressed painfully against the dirt covered ground where a few pebbles and shells had been embedded and now scrapped against my face as William held me down and panted heavily above me.

"You think this is a game you can win?" He shouted at me and I grunted when I was pressed into the ground harder.

"You filthy traitor," I wheezed as I glared through squinted eyes up at him. "You'll go so far as to lie about shit to seem tough. I feel sorry for you."

William breathily laughed as I felt him lean down onto me more, making it harder to breathe. "Oh Callum how I feel sorry for you." His breath tickled my neck as he laughed once more, a laugh that sent chills down my spine. "Whoever said I was lying?"

William grabbed a fistful of my hair once more and jerked my head at an odd angle, causing me to wince as more cuts went along my face. I was now staring at a weirdly shaped object that was covered with a tarp. A thousand feelings hit me at once as time seemed to slow down. Dread, despair, anger, loss, numbness, every negative feeling was hitting me as I watched Jackson walk over to the tarp and pull it down. Nothing could've prepared me for such a gruesome sight, one I never wanted to see in a million life times. An ear splitting screech of agony ripped through the building as I stared at my mother's lifeless corpse and for the first time in years I had the feeling to murder.

 I had two people I wanted dead and I would bathe in their blood.