Colors of Paris ◇ Elijah Stevenson

Chapter Thirty.

These next few chapters will be in third person as it will do the justice towards Elijah and get you inside of his head. Enjoy!

Chapter Thirty

The past...

If there was one thing that Elijah Stevenson hated was when someone called him a chicken and questioned his worth of being a man. Most people would be hurt by just this and many other things but nothing else really phased Stevenson. 

He held a bigger and alter ego that drove himself insane one time. Just that one time not to long ago when his addiction got the worse of him. The addiction that was started by just a simple act. An addiction of seeing things that surrounded him burn. 

Hearing words that made him question himself and what he could do so easily was the sugar on top of the cake that now holds ashes onto a ground. On top of that pile held a sign that had a line through the name Stevenson and marked above was Carter. 

Some people believe that sign stayed there indicating that place as territory of death. Some people say that name was crossed out and replaced with a random name that the Stevenson's didn't even know. No matter what the case may be that sign held a purpose of those who were lost that night when the high flames were seen when it was to late. The sign is like a cross on the side of the road whenever an accident occurred at that part. Each person passing a cross sends a prayer and thinks about those lost. 

But the different between the crosses on the side of the road to this sign is huge. This wasn't an accident and no one prayed for that family as they all knew it was deserved. 

The only thing that was in those ashes that stayed was the iron safe that held around ten thousand dollars all at once every minute of the day. 

The witnesses who went to the scene to investigate claimed only bones as what remained of the family of seven. That family of seven became six when Elijah Stevenson...

Beep! Beep! Beep! 

Elijah Stevenson hits snooze when he hears the alarm go off. He knows today is the day it has to happen. He knows it is the only way to escape and create himself a good start. It wasn't his idea but when he said he met a girl and wants to do what's right, it was his idea. 

Richie Carter. 

The man that everyone knew whether if it was for a good thing or a bad thing. He had many things under his belt and what others might not think, Richie is smart. He has a lot of education as he has his bachelors and masters degree. 

He is still young and even though so many people were afraid of him, he was considered to be the hottest man his age in the Manhattan area. 

The jawline that held a thin layer of hair. The locks on top of his head that was a beautiful dirty blonde. 

The beading eyes that could tear you apart with one gaze as he held a reputation  to kill. 

Whenever he strolled in the streets by himself you knew a huge crowd was behind him somewhere. His followers that only were there because he promised a bigger life. Elijah Stevenson was a part of that many he promised that. 

Elijah runs down the mall and sturdy stairs and is greeted, "Eli you told me it was handled."

He rolls his eyes at his father, 'it was."

"Well then why was that Sarah chick telling Evan his own brother was busted," his father's eyes narrowed as Elijah passes him. He grabs his arm and it brings Elijah back hard to the stairs, "you made a deal, son."