Deadly Discern - Book Three ✔️

Chapter Twenty - Not Alone -

A/N : Prepare yourself. Shit is about to go down.

Alex POV

This can't be fucking real.

I drive around the next bend in the road while shaking my head disbelievingly at the sudden turn of events.

Seth. Of all the billions of people in the world, the killer has turned out to be Seth!

Just my luck, hey? Thank you, universe. Throw another spanner in the works, why don't you? It's not like I haven't got enough shit on my plate with Danica being a serial killer.

Now my brother.

MY BROTHER?! Really?

I slam a fist down on the steering wheel, missing the wheel and hit the horn instead, the guy beside me honks back and I wave at him apologetically. He shakes his head at me, but speeds on ahead.

I'm losing my shit. Absolutely losing it. I don't know how I'm supposed to deal with this. It's tearing up every sane fibre in my body. I want to... I want to... I grunt loudly to myself. I don't know what I want to do! But I want to do something, need to do something before I explode from the fury and pain, it's all too much for me to handle. And Danica isn't going to be able to help me here, that's why I left the house without saying what I was doing, because frankly, I don't know what I'm doing, or where I'm going. What I do know is what Danica's thoughts would be about this, where her mind would lead and I don't know how I feel about that particular idea just yet.

Logic. That's what I need to focus on.
What is logical?

Logic tells me that Seth is doing something he shouldn't. Something that is so wrong, right down to the core of everything and I can't ignore that fact.
I can't turn away and pretend like it's not the reality, that'll only cause more problems, I can see a very bleak and dark future if I turn my back on this. Danica being a large part of that dark future too.

Stopped at a set of traffic lights, I look at the space around my car, the clear lack of other vehicles and take a second to let out the brunt of my frustration.

"FUCK!" I shout as loud as I can, though it does little to help me.

Fucking bullshit! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!!

I know where this is going to lead. Right back to the root of the problem.

Seth.

When I saw his face show up on the screen I knew instantly that it was him. It was nearly impossible to stay at home a while longer rather than leave straight away, but I couldn't alert Danica to my reaction to the killers face. I need to keep this from her, as long as possible.

I also need to find him. That's the answer. I find him and figure this thing out. Find him. Stop him. Then figure out the rest.
I let out a deep breath.
Exhale for a long, relaxing moment and try to calm myself down.

The lights change to green and I slowly accelerate, gradually picking up speed, driving nowhere, but somewhere. Just driving.

Staring blankly at the darkened street before me, I tap my thumb subconsciously on the steering wheel, matching Korn's - Falling Away From Me.

No matter how hard I try, I can't help but imagine that my little brother is tormenting me from afar.

I realise how insane that sounds, and I'm pretty sure that he isn't aware of my knowledge about his activities at the current time. This could work to my advantage or it might not, depending on his knowledge of me. Which could be far beyond what I think it is. He could actually be watching my every move, or I could be going nuts from the idea that he is watching when he isn't.