The Death Game

Chapter 45

Ghosts don't cry and the dead don't die. Then why is she hearing his voice in every corner of the world, in every word the echoes throughout her hollow body? Why is he there? Taunting her? She wished he would leave her alone, but ghosts don't need to obey the living. They stay there, the ghosts of the past, at your side, weighting on your shoulders, dragging you down with them. She had cried. It wasn't worth it anymore. She had cried until there was nothing left inside of her but a raw emptiness that fed at her insides like a hungry rat.

There was once a time where her entire body hung limp like each of her skeletal limb weighed twice as much as it had before and even just moving around was a slow, painful effort. She would cry out, cry out for them, for him, to come back, cry out in her mind. Of course, there was never any answer. She wallowed in self-pity for month before getting back on her feet, head held high and mask on her face. Knife in her hand and gun in her purse, she was ready. Ready for whatever the world would threw at her this time around.

But only this time, she wasn't alone. She had colleagues, friends even. People who were there for her, people who were willing to get their hands dirty for her, willing to slice every single throats for her until she felt better. Lexis Blake and Kol Mikaelson had always been there, ready for the impossible, it had always been them, from the start. People owed her money, lots of people, and having two assassins was just the way to get that money right out of their little purse. And then came along Sebastian Moran. It had been hard finding any trace of him on the surface of the Earth. As his boss had passed away, he disappeared.

Hidden away and closed in. No one had been able to find him, but she had. After months of searching she was finally able to lay a finger on him. It wasn't hard tricking him into joining them, truth is; he had missed it. Missed the adrenaline rushing through his veins as he pressed his finger on the trigger, missed the feeling of seeing someone's light extinguished between his hands. He'd never admit it, but there's not another place in the world where he'd rather be than with them. Now when Juliet clicked her finger, he was at her service, whatever she wished, he'd give. 

The four of them against the rest of the world.

But the pain was still there, no amount of heads on her desk would fill the gaping hole in her chest. The sun still shone brightly in the bluest of the skies, but not for her. The colourful birds sung in bursts of soft melody, but now for her. For her there was no more beauty left in the world. It had all been taken away with the single push of a trigger, sending her heart blasting in pieces on the other end. Only this time they will pay, all of them. She will make war with a prayer and a smile. Let them run to her; let them worship at her feet, let them burn her as witch. But her name would outlast them all.

''Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.'' Juliet's emotionless voice echoed throughout the empty mansion, ''All the King's horses and all the King's men... couldn't put Humpty Dumpty together again.''

A nursery rhyme. She doesn't have any children, she doesn't have a husband. She has no one yet the words mean something else. Another kind of message. A nursery rhyme for someone she lost. He fell of the edge, he wasn't pushed, he fell and saved everyone he had ever loved, everyone he was afraid to lose. He fell and no one could fix him, for there was nothing to be fixed. Some days she mourned Jim's death, some days she mourned Sherlock's. Some days she mourned both.

It was quiet in this old empty mansion, Sebastian, Lexis and Kol had all gone their separate ways to find that woman. Juliet knew they wouldn't stop searching for her, even if it meant looking everywhere around the world. When they were given an assignment, no matter how they did it or when they did it, all Juliet cared about was if they had done it or not. It had been days now that she waited patiently, quietly, with only the ticking of the clock to pierce the unsettling silence that filled her whole body. She begged for them to come back for she hated being alone in such a house like this, it can get tiring and lonely rather quickly.