Sinful

[[9:: Decisions]]

When we snuck back into the house, the lights were on. Which was weird but I told Noah to stay far behind to be safe. I opened the door slowly and stepped in. Hoping that it wasn't Meredith who was awake. I entered the living room and there stood... Connor. He noticed me and widened his eyes. He raised his arm, showing himself clutching my knife tightly. That fucker took my knife.

"W-What was this doing in your bag?" He demanded shakily.

"What were you doing checking my bag?" I was furious. I hate nosy people.

"That's not important. And where were you? Meredith won't be happy when she finds out you snuck out."

"That is, if she ever hears about it."

He narrowed his eyes, "I'm not keeping it from her."

I watched Noah holding a hammer behind Connor. "I know you aren't," I said and smiled as an indication for Noah to hit him. A he sure as hell hit him hard because the nail went deeper than intended. But it was still so satisfying to see Connor's life disappear. "Good job," I said to Noah.

"So how the hell do we hide this body?"

"Nearest bin," I said, "They'll have one hell of a surprise when they take out the trash." He helped me carry the rather heavy body to the bin and when we were done, we returned home. I stretched my arms and yawned. "Surprisingly, this is enough to satisfy myself. Night."

Noah looked surprised, "Didn't you say you wanted to kill?"

"Yeah, and you did. It's enough for me."

"If you say so," He said and with that, he left.

I let out a sigh of relief when he went. This was starting to bother me. Us working together. I feel like he's the leader here. But he isn't. I am. I'll show him who's the leader. I can't explain the feeling but almost everything he does is a challenge and I have to live up to it. I wanted to go kill, myself. Alone. Solo. That's my thing, doing things alone. I don't need guidance. Admittedly, Noah taught me to be a bit more careful. But I really didn't care about that shit. I love the risk, the danger, the thrill. Noah was merely a pawn. A rather satisfying one, but only temporarily. He needed to be terminated. I need to kill him. Get him out of my way. I can't be distracted, I want to be the most wanted criminal. Most feared.

I need to step up my game.

*

The next morning, I woke up in a surprisingly good mood. Then I remembered everything that happened last night and felt excited. I can't wait till they see Connor's body. I was like a child in a Christmas morning. I walked out of the bathroom to see Martin standing next to the bunk bed. He staring at me creepily but didn't say anything.

"Okay, kid. Just because Meredith's downstairs doesn't mean I won't do shit. Now beat it. Or..." I pulled my knife out to show him. He's a kid, and a quiet one so if he says anything they wouldn't believe him and if he didn't... well, too bad it's expected. He then nodded with wide eyes. The fear in them just thrilled me and got me in an even better mood. I smiled and followed him downstairs, facing a worried Meredith with the phone pressed on her ear.

She noticed me, "C- Delia, have you seen my husband?"

I gave her a confused look, "No, why?"

"I can't find him, It's been three hours and he isn't answering his phone."

"Relax, mom, he might be over at his friends or something." Valerie said calmly.

"But-"

"But nothing, you're just overreacting."