Chasing Daylight

Dylan, December 12, 2014

Chapter 17

  “Aren’t you going to tell my girlfriend here what she wants to know? It’ll save you a lot of pain.” I ask the boy gasping for air. He is pressed against the wall, my iron grip over his throat making him choke, though the more he squirms around, the tighter my hold becomes. I’ve broken his collarbone, left leg and am about to go for both his arms if he doesn’t tell Cassidy what she wants to know.

  Don’t think I want to hurt people. I don’t, but I kind of owe it back to Cassidy for saving my ass. This is what she wants me to do, so I kinda have to do it.

  “I told you, I don’t know!” he gasps, whimpering slightly when I press my knee into his shattered shin. “What the hell are you?”

  I have to give him credit here; that he referred to us as whats really gives this guy extra points.

  “Then who does?” I demand, nudging my knee harder into his completely shattered leg, letting him scream out in agony.

  “I don’t know!” he screeches. “Please! Just stop, PLEASE!”

  “Wrong answer,” Cassidy frowns, and nods her head slightly. I other hand claps around his neck and I twist swiftly and easily, hearing a slight snap and the limp body falls to the floor. I wait for his final heartbeat, staring at him until I know his soul is gone.

  “God, what have we got to do to get an answer ‘round here?” she sighs to herself, carelessly shrugging off this human’s death.

  “She’s gotta have family still.” I shrug. Cassidy told me that I don’t care about this girl anymore. And I don’t. Why should I?

  “Leave the family,” Cassidy tells me and I find her words confusing. When I don’t say anything, she rolls her eyes at me.

  “Let’s be patient with them. I just need a trail anyways.” She shrugs. “Which I already have.”

  “You went there without me?” I murmur and she laughs lightly, letting me take her in a tight embrace.

  “Well, I can’t exactly have you be running all over her death, now can I? And I think my ex being there would have been a little awkward.” She tells me, and I can’t help it. She gets me every time so I don’t argue or question her further. Instead, I keep her tighter for a few seconds more before letting her go.

  “Alright, let’s go kill a doppelgänger,” she grins at me, and we share a laugh of enjoyment as we head out for a next victim. To Cassidy, hopefully our most vital one.

  We ran for a short while before a group of hikers ran through our trail and, unfortunately for them, caught our attention. The thing with Cassidy is that she craves death. She needs to feel others’ pain but just killing them so quickly will not satisfy this craving of hers. She has to manipulate them, have fun with them, twist with their minds and torture them till they are begging her to kill them. To do anything to stop what she does to them.

  I watch emotionlessly when she does this. She hardly ever lets me do any of the hard, ‘fun’ work that she does, unless she is trying to teach me something.

  I can’t seem to pick up her scent, so I just follow Cassidy after we’ve eaten. Poor hikers…

  One change to this mission for me is that Cassidy wants me to kill her this time. Only me. Torture her, play with her mind until she’s lost any hope of sanity and then kill her. But slowly…painfully and she says that this is something I will enjoy.

  And maybe I will. Who really knows…?