The Diamond Cult

Who are you?

Angel opened his eyes. His wrists, torso and ankles restrained onto a chair.

He blinked, trying to get rid of his hazy vision.

"He is awake, I am getting Neville. Give me your access card."

"Alex, are you sure about all of this?"

"I have seen him on the monitor and Ricin told me about all of them. Neville will be so pleased. Oh, and do not call me that. This is your last warning."

"Ohh, scary. Seriously, he's locked up for a reason, right?"

"Who are you guys?"

"You don't need to worry about that."

Xenon looked at Alexandra, who held her hand out.

"Okay, but you owe me."

"Of course."

He handed her the card and she walked away without further discussion.

"Why am I tied to this chair?"

"Because she wanted that. You have a slight accent, where are you from?"

"Uh, wouldn't you already know? You guys apparently have all accessible information about me."

"Oh, c'mon. I'm just trying to make the last few moments of your life more fun."

-

She found the room they were keeping Neville in.

The guards were just taking a break, she'd been lucky.

She used the access card and entered.

"Саша!."

"Yes, hurry. I have a surprise for you."

"Thank God for you."

They snuck out together and she returned to the torture room with Neville.

"You've got another member?"

Neville didn't particularly sound excited.

"Yes, we did. Maybe you could use him as leverage."

Neville looked at Xenon.

"What are you so nervous for?"

"I-uh nothing."

"What did I tell you about lies."

"Neville, I do not want to interrupt, but once they find out you are gone we will all get in trouble."

"Oh, of course darling. Could you give me your cellphone and then leave me alone with this gentleman?"

"Yes, sir."

She handed her cellphone to Neville and took Xenon outside with her.

Neville readjusted his gloves, looking down on Angel, who was staring at him.

"Well, how did you end up here?"

Angel stayed quiet.

"You all want to be loyal and quiet, huh? Were you here to save your leader?"

Angel blinked.

"Right, poor communication. He already left. I'm going to use you to get him back, got it?"

"He won't budge."

"Alright, let's try it out."

Neville dialed Azra's number.

-

Azra's phone rung.

He quickly looked at it and frowned.

"Unknown caller ID?"

"Maybe it's an emergency, you should pick up."

Piggy nodded while stuffing his face with food.

"Alright."

Azra picked up.

"Hello?"

"You thought you could escape from me, little bear?"

Azra froze up.

"Who is it?"

"Neville."

Moonlight and Piggy both fully focused their attention towards Azra.

"Yes, it is me. Now, you've got two of your friends back, but I just got an other one. Say hello, Angel. Azra! Don't give in! You hear him? I can give him the same treatment I gave you."

"Keep your damn hands off of him."

"Answer one question for me."

"..."

"Who are you?"

"..."

"Who are you?"

"Not yours."

"Who are you?"

Azra could hear Angel screaming in the background. The sound of burning skin send shivers up his spine.

"Who are you!"

Neville continued to hit Angel, breaking his bones.

"Answer me. Who are you? Do you want to lose your friend?"

He heard a gun getting loaded.
Neville started to lose control. He wanted to hurt Azra badly.

"Who are you? Answer me! Who are you!"

Azra couldn't speak.

He heard two gun shots.

"Who are you? Tell me. One last chance."

He could hear Angel's ragged breathing and pleads for God.

"Who are you?"

The final gunshot echoed through the phone before the call ended.

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Now, if you've got a weasel
And you don't want him to pop
The next time you go shopping
Don't you take him in the shop
Two, three, four