Beauty Is A Beast

Separation

I thought this picture fits the chapter until I realized that no knives were involved...oh well

Rhazien's POV

{Separation}

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Using all my strength, I tear the limb of the already dead man and fling it across the room. With both arms out of the body, I dig my hands into his naked chest and force my hands inside, easily breaking the skin. I grab tightly to the bones inside and pull out, tearing the body in half before kicking a random leg on the floor away from me.

Breathing heavily, I pace around the room and punch another still body before turning to the only other living person in the room. He meets my eyes and looks around the room before giving a sigh. "So...are you done?"

"Shut the fuck up Ashton," I growl, wiping the blood on my jeans. I make my way to the torture table and push aside the tools before sitting down, rubbing my forehead as I hear footsteps coming closer towards me.

I look up when Ashton gets close enough and he takes a seat next to me. "I know I probably shouldn't be asking this but I don't really care since you look like hell and I'm kinda curious. What the fuck happened?"

"What do you think happened?" I snap. Is it really hard to guess?

"I don't know. You went up for like twenty minutes to eat lunch and then you storm back in, grab the person that I was dealing with, tear his head off, beat his body with a baseball bat, and then you make Lander and I grab three more people for you. Not that I care how you deal with your anger but I do care about what caused it. What happened with Josephine?" he asks.

"She's annoying and infuriating," I tell him, using my fingernail to scrape off some dry blood from my elbow. "She wanted to go outside and I thought she thought I was keeping her prisoner so I told her to go outside but then she started giving me attitude about letting her go outside by herself. Does she want me to keep her on a leash or something?!"

I glare when I hear Ashton start to laugh and he quickly changes it into a cough. "Do you want me to go talk to her? There has to be some underlying reason why she got angry over something like that."

"She doesn't know you know me dumbass," I say with a sigh.

"She knows I'm in the area though. I could message or call her telling her to meet up somewhere to 'catch up'. You know I'm more than capable of watching over her out in public so we can just go to some random place or something and I'll ask her about you," he suggests.

That actually isn't a bad idea. I don't know what Josephine's problem is, only that she has one and isn't telling me about it. I can feel every single emotion she feels but I restrained from reading her mind since I figured that she'll appreciate it later on down the road. But if she's going to be this stubborn each time, then to hell with my morals and I'll search through every corner of her conscience to figure out why she just decided to get angry out of nowhere.

"Go ahead. Do it later though since there's no signal down here," I remind him. He nods and looks around the room and I do the same, taking a mental note of how much stronger I've gotten since it didn't really feel too difficult for me to tear through a body. "Help me clean this up."

Ashton nods and starts picking up random limbs while I do the same. Usually the bodies are in one piece so we normally drag them to the trash room, but in this case we have to carry the parts there.

I grab as much as I can before opening the door and stepping out. Dario makes his way down the hall and slows down when he notices me. I look down at myself and see the multiple blood spatters on my clothes and no doubt on my skin. "Trouble in paradise?" he cautiously asks, as Ashton appears behind me with his load.