Behind the Evil (Villain Series Book Two)

The Prologue

Prologue

Sweat drips down his distort terrified face, he runs into a room and seeing that it’s a dead end, he lets out a small whimper. The room is full of boxes and storage; there are many spots for him to hide. He looks over his shoulder behind him, so far he’s safe. He closes his eyes, the tension clear with lines of worry.

Breathing heavily, he tried to calm himself down. He swallows and pulls himself inside a closet. A few seconds past and his body relaxes slightly; tilting his head back and exhaling. He is believes his pursuer as lost him.

It’s the perfect moment, “Boo.” I whisper into his ear.

Elliot screams, pushing open the door and falling out onto the cold tiled floor. I lift a large knife out from my belt and hold it up to the clumsy body before me. He flips his body around to face me, the look of horror painted onto his face. A smile crosses mine.

“Y-you bitch, m-my brothers will get you!” Elliot yells bravely, but his stuttering betrays him.

My smile fades, “Oh, James and Troy?” I ask, pouting mockingly.

Elliot swallows, something flashes across his eyes- a look oh hope perhaps but it is soon replaced with fear. He knows I know them, he knows that I hate them.

I leap forward, my knee digging into his chest and my face only centimetres away from his, “Bring them on.”

I take the knife back into his view, his eyes almost cross over as they stare at the sharp blade in my fingers, “Don’t, you wouldn’t!” He cries, his whole body shaking.

“Hm, you were pretty brave when you killed Benjamin weren’t you, what’s wrong now?” I hiss, my eyes piercing into his.

His body shakes even more, “I told you, it wasn’t me, it was my partner!” His eyes are watery.

“Who is he?” I yell, glaring at Elliot, he will die too.

He squeezes his eyes shut, “M-Marcus Goddard, Marcus Goddard!” He repeats.

Marcus, that filthy bastard that stabbed my Master. It’s always him, I’ll destroy him, no, I’ll make him hurt, make him cry and beg for mercy, then I’ll kill him.

“I was only there because you killed his previous partner; I’m only a fill in!” He cries, his eyes remain shut and he continues to tremble.

Coward. I roll my eyes, “Yes, yes whatever. But… you’re not just a partner. Don’t think I don’t know how smart you are, you’ve been planning these attacks for a while now, but you failed to comprehend my attack.”

I stand up and step away from him, my fingers gently touching the knife. Elliot lets out air that he had been holding in and his body releases it’s tenseness, sinking into the floor.

“So… when is your next attack, I wonder?” I mumble to myself, but I make it loud enough so he can hear.

Elliot is trying to get up and escape but his muscles are still shaking and I can hear him clearly, that doesn’t stop him from trying however. Once again, I roll my eyes.

I snap my gaze to him and charge, my speed catching him easily. His eyes meet mine for a second before I grip his throat in my fingers. He gasps for breath, his eyes bulging.

“Maybe I didn’t say it clear enough.” I growl, my grip tightening.

“Th-there isn’t another attack planned on Valentine yet, we were going to lay off and recruit.” Elliot gasps, the words only barely leave his throat.

“That’s not the full story.” I snap, pulling him back to me before I smash his body hard against the wall.

He gasps again, clutching his eyes closed as tears trickle down them. He shakes his head slightly, “Once we have all our new recruits we were going to train them more and then plan a massive attack that will end it all, please, let me go.” He confesses, fearing his life.

I let go of him and he falls to the floor, gasping for air. I turn around and bring my black-painted nail to my chin, the image of the case file I found earlier flashes into my mind. It had the word ‘Recruits’ named on it but it was dated to a few years back, obviously the date is a lie meant so that people like me won’t pick it up. I should have checked it better, whatever I’ll pick it up later.

Elliot had regained some strength and he pulls himself up. I look at the knife in my hands, Elliot’s figure reflects in the blade. He has picked up a small dagger from somewhere, probably hidden among his clothes and he raises it, ready to attack.

I snap around, thrusting my knife deep into his chest. It slices through his skin easily, instantly cutting through his muscle and lungs.

His eyes widen, he coughs slightly and blood dribbles down from his mouth, “Please, save me.” He whispers, barely able to speak.

“Sorry, I wasn’t born with the ability to heal. I can only destroy.” My voice is like ice and I rip the blade free of him, tendrils of flesh and blood following.

His body falls to the floor and I stab the knife again into him, this time into his forehead. The skull cracks and the brain severs, his death is a quick one. I lift the blade free from his head; blood and brain drip down from the knife.

I march out of the room, leaving the dead body, the head with a deep wound and his shirt quickly soaked in a dark shade of red.