Outside the dangerous streets, soft dark curly brown hair flows in the moonlight mixed with street lamps which seem to illuminate strong stern features. Thick denim jacket with the bright glimmer of silver hidden inside. A shade of crystal clear gre...
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The dinning room is usually a place for my family and I to share the funny stories and events we experienced the same day. The room always filled with laughter, clattering forks and knives against empty plates and the little yapping of Dottie beside our feet. How many times my mother use to tell me to put Dottie outside while we ate was truly an infinity. I miss when we were a family of five including my puppy, Dottie, at the time.
Yet now as I stand in Harry's dinning room I can only wish he has experienced a family dinner like how mine use to be. My thoughts largely doubt my hope as I stare at the dark scene. All I could do was train my eyes to focus on the dark blue curtains which are slightly drawn closed, only a peak of the night outside. I was longing to grab Harry's hand and run out into the darkness. I felt safer outside with other Eradicators than trapped with Mason and his people.
The room, which was once called a dinning room, flickers is darkness for a second causing my eyes to dart to the only source of light shining on and off. Standing closer to Harry's warm body I hold onto my freedom. A single metal chair standing still in the centre with the captive tied down with rope and tape. Obviously they didn't want to risk him escaping. The only thing standing out from his dark clothing was a patch of crimson on his dark wash jeans. A hole torn from the bullet and the evidence that he or someone else has gouged out the silver bullet.
"Alright!" Mason bellows wickedly smiling at the tied up man. "Elijah my dear boy, I treated you like a son! How do you repay me?" He darkly chuckles stepping forward tauntingly. "By turning your back against me and everyone else!"
Peering up, Harry has his gaze on the so called traitor, Elijah. His expression is confused and slightly hurt as I begin to believe the two were close or at least understood one another. Noticing my stare he looks down at me a small sad smile tugging at his lips which in return tugs at my heart.
Looking back up, Mason's voice angrily growls, "I trusted you, why turn your back on us now?" He says stalking around the chair.
"You brought her here," he smiles much like the Joker.
Furrowing my eyes I watch as he seems proud of the response he received from me but also Mason as his fist makes contact with the side of Elijah's face. The chair tipping over but not completely tumbling onto the flooring due to Mason's foot holding it in place.
"She's almost like her mother, Heather, ain't she?"
"Stop messing around and tell me what you fucking want!" Harry suddenly roars beside me now stepping towards the tied up lunatic.
Goosebumps gather on my skin, standing alone towards the back wall holding myself tighter, my green eyes didn't know where to look.
Thoughts and wonders of who this guy exactly was completely flood my mind. He seems to stare into my soul knowing more about my life than I do. How much does Elijah know about my mum, Heather? He's met her before yet it feels more than them two being simple acquaintances. There, deep and buried in his piercing eyes was pain, yet seeing me felt like his last wish... or maybe it was to see my mother.
