Time Goes By [COMPLETED]

chapter 26: part 2

Nic's POV

A strident noise echoed inside the building and a deadly silence was left to be heard. A strong wind blew on my face, making me shiver. It was hard to try and keep my balance on the edge of the balcony window but as the moonlight shone above me, I knew I couldn't be seen. Even with the bright hair, it would be hard to spot me. My arm muscles tightened as my hands clasped tightly around the metal security bars of the windows. I look beneath me and Oh boy, It was a long way down. I looked up and took a shaky breath.

Standing thirty feet above the ground was definitely all intentional but to say I regret it now, is only half the truth. The other half is the fear burning within me. Fear and regret is not what I should be feeling at the moment. Focus. I need to focus. I looked inside the window, observing behind the see-through curtains. Ignoring the cold and numbing feeling on my face, I saw a dead body being dragged out of the room.

That was the reason for the loud noise coming from the building. A guy wearing a wrinkled suit was talking to a tall masculine framed man. In just a few seconds, I saw the man shooting the guy in his face while he was speaking to him. In a blank expression, two men who were standing there, dragged the dead guy away.

I recognized these people as they're the ones who were in Rita's apartment. It seems like they came back while I was climbing the building from the backyard. It took me about 20 minutes to reach the top because of the damage my body has received.

I observed the situation in front of me and saw the man whispering to one of his men in his ear. I stared at him with a gut feeling telling me that this was Alec. This is a man who I should end tonight. The man who turned this beautiful night, into a horrific nightmare. But this is no nightmare, nightmares are fears based from our imagination. This is a memory thats going to haunt me in my entire living. A memory that's going to leave scars on my heart.

The man who I assume is Alec stood there silently after giving an order to his servant, who walked out of the room. Alec's eyes roamed around the room until his eyes made contact with mine. My breathing hitched as he stared at me. His eyes held nothing but sadness and grief. His brother just died in the most horrible ways any person could think of. I looked closer and saw something different in his eyes. He had a prosthetic eye with a scar outstretched on his face. I held my breath as he stared at me so intensely with no expression, his eyes glaring daggers in to my skin before he looked away and sighed. He silently walked out of the room as if he didn't see me. I breathed out, relieved. He didn't see me.

Now, I need to find a way in. I looked around me and on every edge of the bar, protecting the window. I have no ways of getting inside. I looked up towards the roof then I looked down towards the ground, knowing that going back is not an option anymore. I sighed. It's now or never. I looked back up and tried to reach out to the edge of the roof but my fingers couldn't reach. I sighed and tried again and again and again. "Goddamn it." I whispered and banged my head on the metal bar.

A creak was heard from the security bars and that's when I looked up, noticing that this wasn't as firm as I thought it would be. I banged, using my fist, on a corner of the bar and it bent forward. I smirked and banged again until I had it bent as enough space to go through. I went through the bar and slid the windows open. I jumped inside and heard a noise behind me. I looked back and saw the metal bar was gone. I looked down and saw a man passed out on the ground with the bars lying beside him. Did the bar just fall on top of him?  I shrugged and closed the windows.

I looked around me and noticed how dull and classic this room is; an old fashioned wallpaper was placed over the walls. On my left was a pale sandy  rotten couch sitting in the middle of the room with an ancient t.v. right in front of it. A book shelf was sitting right above the t.v. A radio was quietly playing a song from the late 50's. I recognized it as it's time to cry by Paul anka. The strange old vibe of this room, made me feel like I've gotten back through time.