The Golden Wolf

Death, too, must be earned~

Hey guys! This part is a little short, so I'm uploading it a bit earlier than I normally would. It was kind of difficult for me to write, so I might redo it at some point, but I just cant get it right for now. I hope you enjoy anyway. The next part will be up in a day or two. 

Hope you enjoy!

Emily

They broke the wrong parts.

They broke the wings

and forgot we had claws.

They left marks on our bones.

We left scars on their minds.

-Vazaki Nada

They lead me down two flights of stairs and down a long hallway before entering a room. This room is so starkly different from the rest of the chapel-like building. This room is completely white, harsh fluorescent lights shine on the walls and floor, creating a strange feeling of vertigo in me. A tall man stands in the room, clad in black and brown leather and chains. He has goggles on, and his brown hair is long and full of dreads. As I am pulled closer, it becomes apparent that he is at least 7 feet tall.

I am sat roughly upon a small raised stage, only as high as a step, and my hands are tied behind my back. My mask is ripped from my grasp. Scarface leaves, and Tuwile steps to the side, crossing his arms back over his chest to watch. The tall man crouches in front of me, a sickening grin spreading across his creased, scarred face. He is missing teeth, and a horrible stench wafts over me, emanating from his mouth.

"Well, hello there, Golden Wolf. You're just a little girl, huh?" His putrid warm breath brushes against my skin, and I lean away from him.

"I'm an assassin, yes. Brush your teeth sometime."

A swift palm fell on my cheek, causing my head to whip to the side. Adrenaline courses through me, reminding me of my time in the organization. I begin to go to my happy place.

Water is splashed upon my face, bringing me right back to reality. Pain flares through my limbs. How long have I been in my happy place? I look to my arms and legs, blood dripping from them. A lot of blood. I am suddenly lightheaded.

Tuwile stands in front of me with an empty bucket. "I told you, Krogar. If you let her go to her peace place, she won't feel anything. You have to keep her awake and aware."

Kroger, the torture man leans over me, sneering. "You think you can escape my punishment just by daydreaming a little bit, girlie? I'll show you. You cant drown out the amount of pain I'm about to inflict."

I scoff through the lightheadedness. "You think you're scary, huh? Well, mister, I've seen scary, and you don't have his smile."

A picture of Abarron from earlier flashes through my mind. Him leaning over me in the hot spring, that grin on his face when he realized I went from being scared of him to attracted to him. That smile was the scariest thing I'd ever seen. A knowing, cold smile. That's the kind of smile I fear.

Not this grinning psycho in front of me, his breath moist on my cheeks. Barely put together with a boosted ego from years of making people scream. Someone like this can't break me. Someone like this is just a wannabe. I've known true pain and I've known true fear. This man is neither.

"I am the scariest man you will ever know." He growls low over me.

"The fact that you have to tell me that says otherwise." I comment. "If I were scared of you, everyone in this room would know it."

Kroger sneers, grabbing my hair and throwing me to the hard floor. His foot connects with my ribs, pain flaring through me again. I have to get back to my happy place.

"Don't let her go back. Keep her aware." Tuwile cuts in, throwing water over me again, jerking me back to reality. I want to kill him. He was raised with me, so he knows all about my happy place. He even knows what my happy place is. Happy places are supposed to be completely confidential, but I loved him. I shared my happy place with him, and he shared his with me. Or at least I thought he did. How much of what he shared with me is a lie? How many nights did we lie awake talking as if we were the only two people in the world? How many of those nights were malicious on his part? How much more did he know about me than I, him? Was the Tuwile I knew a lie? Was my best friend a figment of a sociopath's imagination?

I cant get back to my happy place. My body is on fire, and I can hear myself screaming, but I cant stop it. I cant keep the pain from exploding from my throat in gut wrenching wails.

"Look at me, Kaliya." Tuwile's voice commands, his tone hard.

I pry my eyes open to find Kroger gone, just Tuwile standing over me, a knife in his hand. He slowly slides the knife into his belt, pulling out a gun. Is this it? Was he the one torturing me? Is he now going to kill me?

"I've wanted to kill you for so long, Kaliya. I never wanted to be your friend. You were pathetic. Always crying about how lonely you were and how no one wanted to be real friends with you. I despised having to pretend like I was really there for you, like I enjoyed being the shoulder you could cry on. I wanted to kill you from the moment I was told I had to befriend you." The hatred in his eyes shows, flaming hot and icy cold all at the same time. "And of course you fell in love with me. You have no idea how disgusted I was when you decided to kiss me. And the first time you showed me your disgusting body. I would have killed you right there if I could have gotten away with it."

My body. Suddenly, I am violated. I tried to give him everything that night. I wanted him to have all of me, but he was called away suddenly. How could I have been so vulnerable for someone like that? Someone who only wanted to hurt me.

"I've dreamed of killing you, night after night. I've dreamed of seeing your blood flow freely from your body, from wounds I inflicted. All I've ever wanted was to cause you as much pain as I possibly could. Now here we are. My dreams coming true while yours are crushed under my boot. You have no idea the amount of joy it brings me. For all these years I've wanted to kill you. Now I have a gun, and you cant stop me."

My hatred billows inside of me, magma waiting to erupt out of me. "You know, you keep pointing that gun at me and blabbering about how much you've been wanting to kill me, but I'm beginning to doubt your commitment."

A sneer flashes onto his face, but my eyes begin to blur. He drops the gun down to his side. "Death too must be earned, huh, Kaliya?"

My eyelids droop closed, and I am surrounded once again in darkness. 

Be patient and tough; someday

this pain will be useful to you'

-Ovid

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~Emily