Wolfsbane

44. The cost of survival

My eyes snapped open. However I wasn't in the prison cell anymore. I was laying down on a plush red carpet.

I blinked, lazily. The fear hadn't set in yet. I always loved the few moments before it did. The few moments where I could imagine that I was waking up to a nice day. Where I could imagine that I was going to see Luca, or my brother, or even my father.

I sat up, the hairs on my arms were straightened out of fear. I looked around frantically, trying to figure out where I was.

I cloud see a book case, pushed against a dark wood paneled wall. There was a desk, two chairs were placed at it, opposite to one another.

In one of the chairs sat Max Lim. He wore a dark suit, his hands were pressed against the table.

He looked horrible. Three thick red lines were stretched jaggedly across his face. Marks from my hand. His blue eyes contrasted the marks.

I still couldn't put my finger on why those eyes were so familiar.

I guessed that the other seat was for me.

I stood cautiously. Edging my way towards the table, perhaps Max wanted a simple conversation. I didn't care. I was going to find out who that psychic was, if it was the last thing I did.

I wrapped my hand around the back of the chair, grasping it gingerly. I pulled it out from under the table.

I sat down, never taking my eyes off of Max.

That's when I noticed the objects on the table.

My eyes scanned over the dark table, my brows were raised in confusion.

In front of me sat a gun, a few vials of pills, a noose and a blade.

Murder weapons.

No, not murder weapons.

The pills were cyanide.

The handle of the gun was pointed in my direction.

The noose was as well.

"You have a choice" Max said

I stared up at him.

I had never truly looked at him. Partially out of fear, partially out of disgust.

He had a strong jawline, a perky Grecian nose. His eyes were almond shape. His skin was perfect, or would have been if I hadn't clawed his face.

He might have been handsome if there wasn't so much hate in his eyes.

"Red" Max said. He snapped his fingers in front of my face. "Stop daydreaming. You don't have enough time"

I glared at him. I could feel my blood running hot.

"You don't get to call me that" I spat

"Oh.." Max said "I forgot...I've been wracking your brain Melody..."

I slammed my hand on the table. He didn't have the right to go through my head.

Uncertainty passed though me. How long had he been going through my thoughts? How much had he seen? How much did he know?

Before I could tell what was happening my hand hit his face, slapping him right across the face.

The loud sound of a smack reverberated across the room.

I could feel myself breathing heavily. I wasn't thinking clearly.

I stared down at my hand, it was red from the skin to skin contact. I had hit him hard, incredibly hard.