Behind the Evil (Villain Series Book Two)

The Paralysing

Chapter Five- The Paralysing

-Duke’s Point of View-

Henry Roht’s figure looms over me offensively, his eyes pierce into mine. He stares at me with this look for a while and I match it, trying to hide how terrified I am right now. Not for me of course, but for what he has against me. “You failed.” He states finally.

I try to explain but Henry swings his strong hand across my face, slapping me with all his anger. I stumble from the blow, dropping my gaze as my face stings.

“You don’t have room to fail, Duke! Your parents don’t have room for you to fail, the disgusting, loathsome darks they are.” His voice raises to a yell and his face turns red from anger.

My anger boils too, this man is so disrespectful, he says that he is better than everyone who is dark and claims they are the ones with a cruel personality yet he can’t even see just how much of a bad person he is himself.

 A memory of my parents sitting around the table sharing a happy conversation with me fills my mind, “They are nothing like that!” I snap at him, big mistake.

I’m slapped again but instead of letting me fall, he snatches me into a headlock and drags me towards the window that shows the room my parents are locked in. They are sitting down, curled up. Their clothes are dirty and worn, dry blood and bruises cover their body. Their hair is a mess and their faces show their weary. Henry has had them here for over two weeks; I don’t know how much longer they will last.

“Hit one of the animals.” Henry orders one of the workers, his grip around me holding me firm in place.

I can do nothing as the man walks inside the room, a large metal bat in his hand.

“No, please.” I beg, a sick feeling building in my stomach as the man walks closer to my parents.

My parents quiver, fear rising in their eyes. They move closer to each other, clinging to the other’s arms for comfort. The man holds the bat high above his head and smashes it down across my father’s head. His eyes roll to the back of his head and he falls forward, specks of blood splattering to the floor. My mother screams, holding him in her hands.

“Stop it! Please, I’m sorry!” I cry, if I could just swap spots with them.

 I can’t kill Eva; I was hoping she wouldn’t find that file and never come looking for me, but she did and I all I could do was quiver under the bed sheets fearing she would find out who I work for. The media has been spreading lies saying that she is a merciless killer but behind that hard wall of stone she built in her heart, a glimmer of the old Eva still sits there. She looks different; her hair is longer and dyed differently. Her clothes are a little more revealing, throwing away that childish innocence she had in high school.  It’s as if she’s trying to wear clothes to match her harsh attitude. Well that’s what I’ve seen through pictures and things so far, on the masquerade night she looked beautiful in her elegant dress.

Eva was friendly and kind to me and all I could repay her with was a bittersweet kiss and then leave her by herself.  

But because I can’t kill someone who means so much to me, my parents have to suffer for it.

The man brings the bat high again and prepares to strike my mother. “That’s enough, we’re light powered, not brutes and he has learnt his lesson.” Henry says, with only a moment before my mother is hit.

You hypocritical bastard. I yell at Henry in my mind, if only I had a weapon with which I could slit his throat with right now.

The man leaves the room and places the bat down, splotches of both dry and new blood stain its surface. He folds his arms and frowns down upon me.