Daggers Speak Louder Than Words (Kellic)

Chapter 5

I woke up to a sound of someone knocking on the door. I was confused at first, like, why would Vic knock? He never does that, well, he hasn't done it in the past three days I've been here so why would he now?

Then it hit me. The knocking wasn't on the basement door, but on the front door. That's new as well, afterall. I thought that since Vic's a killer, he would choose some desolated place where no one lives. You know, prevent himself from anyone finding out about his profession. That's at least what I would do if I was a murdered.

Wow, three days with Vic and I'm already thinking about what I would do if it was me who killed all those people. That reminds me, how many people have he killed? It could have been tens of victims. Just imagine it. How many relationships has he destroyed. How many potential dreams has he crushed. It's horrible, really, if you think about it.

I almost forgot about the person at the door. I heard footsteps, probably Vic's, before the sound of door opening rang through the house. I didn't even hesitate before I began screaming and yelling, trying to get attention. It could be anyone, a police officer, a postman, anyone. They could get me out of this place.

"Help! Help me, please!" I yelled from the top of my lungs. "Please, I'm down here!" I heard voices and the door closing. Then I heard footsteps coming closer and closer.

They're gonna get me out of this place.

The basement door flew open.

I'm getting out.

"Another one, Vic? Really? I thought you wanted to stop." I didn't recognize that voice, but he sure as hell wasn't a cop. I was afraid of what he might do to me. He was coming closer. Fuck, I need Vic. Where's Vic?

"Vic." I whispered as the guy made it to the bed. He looked much scarier than Vic, but there was something oddly familiar about him. I guess he noticed how scared I was and his face softened. He sat beside the bed and looked at me with something that looked like understanding.

"Oh, don't be afraid. I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm not Vic." He said the last part quietly with a sigh. There was something about the sigh that made me believe what he was saying. It assured me that he wasn't a fan of Vic's hobby either. I let my body relax and he smiled softly at me. I was about to smile back when I heard someone clear their throat. I looked over to the door and saw Vic standing there with his arms folded.

"Making friends, are we Kells?" He smiled evilly at me. I just rolled my eyes at him, not answering. I knew he was going to say something about my non-talking to him, but the guy was first to speak up.

"What the fuck are you doing, Vic? You promised me not to do this anymore, yet here is anoth-"

"Mike! Shut up and come on." He commanded the guy, Mike who obeyed. He stood up and walked out of the room along with Vic, leaving me with my thoughts.

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Couple hours later, I had thousands of unanswered questions running through my head. There was just so much I wanted to ask Vic. However, that all vanished as I saw Vic entering the room and making his way over to me.

He turned on the light bulb which made my eyes hurt. I was already used to the dark that it was almost uncomfortable to see the light. Ignoring my protests, Vic sat on the bed, his legs hanging loosely off the bed as he looked at me.

"That was Mike," he said, "my brother." That's why he seemed familiar to me.

"Oh." I said, unsure of what else to say.

"Yeah." He let out a sigh. A long and awkward silence followed. I was just looking around me, trying to avoid Vic. Why is he even here?

"How many people have you killed?" I asked him out of nowhere. I was practically aching to ask him that. He kind of tensed up and let out yet another sigh. He hasn't even looked at me as he answered...

"More than I would ever admit." That's not what I asked.

"How many, Vic?" I questioned him once again.

"Kellin, I-"

"How many?!"

"Nine, okay?!" He snapped, glaring at me. I was shocked. It's not that I haven't been expecting a big number, because I was. No, I was shocked because of his reaction. He's a killer, he shouldn't be that agitated by facing the fact that he's killed people. He should be used to that by now.

"Sorry." I said. I don't know why I felt the urge to apologize, but I did it anyway. Maybe it was because I was afraid he would hurt me again, he has his weapons like two feets away from him, afterall.

He looked at me and smiled. It wasn't his usual I'm-gonna-torture-you smile as I was expecting, though. It wasn't the evil grin, it was a smile that made my stomach fill with butterflies. That smile lightened up the room more than the light bulb ever could. That smile made me forget that he was still the murdered who chained me to this bed. At that moment I just simply didn't care about what he's done and in the same exact moment I couldn't help but let the corners of my mouth slightly lift up as well.

"Anyway," he pulled me out of my thoughts and both of our smiles faded again, "I guess I'll be going." He said, still sitting at his place, looking at me.

"Alright." I told him. He was about to get up when his gaze fell upon my abdomen and he shifted closer to me, straddling me like he's done the day before.

"How's your stomach doing?" He wanted to know, already lifting up my t-shirt and untying the bandage before I could answer him. He examined the cuts. "It looks better than yesterday." He told me and I looked down as well. He was right. There was no blood coming from the gashes anymore which is good, but they still did hurt. He traced his fingers over the cuts which made me flinch away.

"Oh, sorry." He said and got off of me. "Wait here." He said. Yeah, maybe I could run away since I totally wasn't chained to a bed or something. I rolled my eyes and lay my head on the pillow. Vic came couple seconds later back with the same creme like yesterday. He undid the lid and smeared the creme over the cuts before he tied the bandage around my stomach again and pulled the t-shirt over it.

He looked at me, then at my stomach and back at me. "I'm gonna go, now." He stated, playing with the creme in his hands awkwardly. I just nodded and shot him a small smile.

"Night, Kellin." He smiled back at me, walking out of the basement and closing the door behind him.

"Night, Vic." I whispered to myself, smiling slightly.

What is wrong with me?

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