Crown of Thorns

Some People Deserve To Rot In Hell

Renner Claeinor paced around the library. He requested for Inferno to be freed five hours ago and he just couldn't see what was wrong. Ropes in the mouth? Check. Silver Metal? Check. Two of the dumbest but most cunning guards? Check.

So what just seems to be the problem?

Suddenly, a guard burst through the door. It wasn't that Micah guy though. Or Antonio. He was wearing a red uniform, not black.

"My name is Honaron. I am the Assistant Chief Guard of Mortem Prison. I am here to warn you that multiple prisoners have somehow breached the security system and escaped. Including the one that you have been requesting. Please follow us to the safe room in the meantime my Prince." Honaron said. Renner grunted and ran his hand across his dark hazel hair.

"My Prince," Honaron repeated, this time more urgent. Renner nodded and followed him through the door and across hallways until they were inside a high tech room.

Honaron welcomed Renner into the room and started speaking, "This is the security room. The only place in Mortem Prison that has technology. Even the hallways do not have security cameras in case of hackers. Well now, it seems more of a limitation than a benefit. Even so, Mortem Prison--"

"This is a national emergency, Honaron. Not a tour of Mortem." A guard also in red uniform rolled his eyes at his assistant and smiled at the Prince. "I am Chief Zendar of Mortem Prison. I would have liked us to have met at a more leisurable and enjoyable scenario but I believe right now, Inferno has escaped her cell and freed about 50 prisoners along that hallway."

"The Magistrate is going to murder me," Renner cracked his knuckles and looked at the Chief sadly.

"I need you to bring me to where you think Inferno is. Leave once we get there but I would like to talk to her." Renner ordered. The Chief gasped in shock but nodded anyway.

"Yes, my Prince," The Chief said and he handed over a dagger to Renner. "Silver Metal. I wish you luck, sir." Then, they hurried out of the room.

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"Micah," I called into to the bare hallways. "Micah... Come out, come out, wherever you are..."

In a few seconds, I reached a dead-end with Micah hunched up in the corner.

"P... Pl... Please... don't... don't... k... ki... kill... me..." Micah breathed out. He was shaking uncontrollably, and through the dark, I could see him sobbing for his dear life.

"Why do you think that I would kill you?" I asked. I grinned at the guy and sat down in front of him. He tried to move further away from me but only banged his head against the wall.

"I... I've seen you... as... Inferno. You wiped... You wiped out... my entire... town... in... one night. You... murdered... hundreds... without... blinking. I was... there... that night. I saw... how you killed..." Poor Micah continued to sob, and he didn't even try and hide it anymore. His tears came faster and faster as he finished his sentences.

"You're Micah Aberkun? I'm sorry. Didn't recognize your shitty face through that mask." I ripped the mask off and saw the man who gave me money to murder his town. "You pretend to be a victim... but you were the one who started it in the first place."

He shook his head, "No... no... I didn't kill them. You... you did. I... only... only saw."

Oh dear fucking god. Another one of my clients now suffers from trauma. I don't have fucking time for this.

"And now, you will see your death. Sorry, Micah. No choice. Too much of a liability, honey." I licked my lips and shoved my knuckles into his chest. He whimpered as I pulled out the keys that I placed in front of my knuckles seconds beforehand.

My knuckles and keys were now coated in that bitch's blood and they already began dripping onto the floor. Ugh. I'm wasting my damn time.

"Micah... Micah... Goodbye Micah Aberkun." I gave him one last smile and slit his throat. I picked up his mask on the ground and tied it on my face, placing my hair in a ponytail using his hairband. But out of a sudden, I heard motherfucking footsteps closing in behind me.

"It's been a while, Harienke. Or should I say, Elaidana Syanne?"