Fundamental Affair (IILWTE sequel)

Chapter 6: Felix Winters

WARNING: This chapter will be more darker and contains more violence than previous chapters. As a pre-warning, I will inform you (faithful) readers that from now on, this story will take a darker route. When things get awfully intense, I will give a warning beforehand.

Steve Johnson's P.O.V.

My temper was flaring dangerously. I reached up, and rubbed my throbbing temple with my fingers while men surrounded me with tentative looks on their faces. The cowardice I smelt was putrid, and it was sickening to top it off. However, what was I to do?

On one hand, I desired followers who were intelligent enough to know that defying me was simply out of the question. On the other hand, they needed backbones to follow me. Ray was a clear example, that cowardly little ass hat.

The wide eyes that surrounded me was doing little to help with my headache. It also wasn't good that Vivian was still in contact with that damn woman... her fiancee. My lips twisted into a grimace. Vivian was so much better than that. She was above that kind of train wreck they call a relationship.

I'm not sure what sickened me more: the fact that Quinn was a woman, or that Vivian was associated with someone as pathetic as her in general. My scowl increased tenfold, and my jacket felt too constricting. I furiously unzipped it, and several men eyed the gun in my waistband warily.

"What are you staring at?" I bellowed angrily. Many glanced away. Pathetic.

It physically sickened and mentally tortured me to even think about, but that Quinn woman was probably more respectable than the men I have backing me up... and look! They're making me defend her! My fingers twitched in anticipation of firing off a round into someone's skull, but I refrained myself for the time being. However, that didn't mean I wasn't in the mood for knife play.

I slowly (almost like a predator) paced around the room, and the flinches were not comforting. After a moment, I grew so weary of it that I snatched up a knife that was on one of the white tables that stood in the conference room, and sliced it blindly.

I knew I came into contact with someone from the resistance the blade met. When I pulled back, the glossy surface was scarlet, and gurgled pleas filled the air. I glanced over, and chuckled without mirth. One of my men was on his knees, grasping at his slit throat with shaking fingers. His flesh pulsed slightly with every breath he took.

The other men held back and watched with startled and slightly frightful looks. I seriously need a new group. Blood streamed from his neck, and almost like slow motion, he fell forward with his eyes rolled back into his head.

There was a thud that seemed to echo throughout the conference room when his body collided with the floor. No words were dared uttered, and the only sound was my heavy breathing. I threw the dagger over at his body, and watched, slightly amused when the handle knocked him on the head.

"Sir? What do you want us to do?" someone asked, perplexed by my anger. I paused, and turned to him. He merely arched an eyebrow inquisitively, and hope filled my chest. Maybe I wasn't the only useful one around here.

"What is your name?" I demanded none-too-gently. It didn't faze him as it did the others.

"Felix," responded the man coolly. I narrowed my eyes at him, and he continued to stare into me as well. For a moment, I felt somewhat challenged by him... and I enjoyed it.

Very slowly, a grin twisted my lips upward, and Felix's eyes widened incredulously, not that I blamed him. I did just kill one of the men they called an ally right before their eyes for no apparent reason. I was pretty much a demented one, and even I could tell you that. My eyes narrowed dangerously, and I took a single step closer to him. Others would have flinched or taken a step back but he tilted his chin high.