Stealing Beauty

Part 25- Blood

*Maisy's P.O.V.*

We found the trapdoor, waiting for the moment we were cleared to enter. My breath hitched in my throat. I hoped that no matter how this happened, I wouldn't have to witness my sister lose her life if it came down to it.

As much as I hate what she's done and turned into, she's still blood. Most of my childhood memories, negatives aside, had her in it. There was a point in time where I told her everything, even though she would immediately turn around and tell our parents and anyone who would listen. I don't know, it's all fucked up.

"We're clear, Adams. Let's roll."

Konnor reached for his walkie, pressed the button and sighed.

"Trackin'. We're going in."

With that Carter kicked the door in and pointed his gun in different directions. We could hear the doors being kicked in and screaming.

The terrible fucking screaming.

How could anyone stay here and be completely sane if they made it out?

Raylynn and I went to the left, while Carter and Konnor went to the right. I heard a girl scream "please! Don't shoot!" But it didn't sound like Maeve. She wouldn't be begging for mercy anyway.

"Ophelia?" Konnor asked.

Who?

I decided I couldn't hang around to eavesdrop. Besides, a still duck is a dead duck. We had to keep moving.

I looked around for Raylynn but couldn't find her anywhere. I hoped wherever she was headed, she was safe and wasn't too far in case one of us needed backup.

On my own, I kept moving down dark hallways, lit with the occasional round lamp on the wall. That's when I heard her voice before I saw her face.

"Luca? Luca where are you my darling?"

I hid behind a wall when I heard her heels clacking quickly against the concrete floor. When I saw her pass, I followed as she looked from side to side trying to find her... husband-thing? I didn't know what to call him. Whatever the fuck he was to her.

Before I knew it she had stopped, and I sucked in a breath. There wasn't a wall I could blend in with, it was too lit in the area we were in. She turned, and I swear I looked like a deer in headlights.

"Maisy, Maisy, Maisy..." she tsked, stopping me in my tracks. What do I do? Shoot her? Charge her? Find some way to trap her and handcuff her so I can escort her out?

Let her get away?

"Now, sister to sister," Maeve took a step forward, "how about we work out a plan? You let me get away, and I'll go into hiding. You go back to your little friends and say the place is clear, and we never speak of this again."

I looked around, making sure no one was near me. But that's when I noticed the dirt on the floor, the blood scraped along the walls, and I listened closely to hear the tortuous screams of the weak.

And that's when I realized.

This wasn't my sister I was dealing with. Whoever this was took her over, murdered her in cold blood, and replaced her with some sort of greedy, attention seeking monster. She's done unspeakable things to innocent people because of grudges that marinated for years. I couldn't let her get away. I wouldn't ever forgive myself if I did that.

"You got a lot of balls to ask such a big favor."

"I'll make it worth your while. How does 60 grand sound?" She narrowed her eyes at me.