Naked

40 Talk talk

'I have heard a lot about you, little one.' he exclaimed and rose to his feet. His beady eyes never leaving my absolutely terrified ones.

I was certain that the person who invented the phrase 'staring Death in the face' must have been looking at this particular one. I had never had the displeasure of looking at him from such close proximity and I must admit, If I hadn't known what he was capable of, I would have fallen victim of his angelic face.

But Lucifer was once an angel too and then became the King of Hell.

He was not the tallest man I had seen, his stature closer to my own and a lean male body coming in full contrast with the massiveness that was Gerard. For a moment I wondered why this man would be foolish enough to go after the beast that Gerard was; But wasn't Goliath eventually defeated by David?

All my being prayed that that outcome would never come to pass and Gerard and I will be the 

victorious ones instead.

The Colonel stood before me calm and collected; his eyes shadowed by the contrasting rays of the setting sun, but his face illuminated enough for me to see the sharp nose and the slightly square face of his. His dark hair combed neatly in the back of his head giving away the starkness and rigidness of his character. Or maybe it was just the latest fashion trend...

With shoulders pulled back, lips set thinly in a straight line he exuded power and fierce contempt making me wish that I had jokes about turds and constipation instead of being afraid of releasing my bowels.

It would be most unfortunate if I ruined the only pair of unmentionables I owed, even if it made the Colonel leave me alone because of the stench.

'It would appear we have reached a point we can't go back to. I want something, you want something and Hawk want's something. And the three of us want that something from the same person.' he cocked his head on one side 'And you know where he is.'

I gulped, his words starting to hit nerves and causing my mind to drift back to what had remained of Lola.

Fuuuuck, fuck, fuck, fuck... If Lynette were to listen to my thoughts she would reprimand me severely and say that a woman of my breading doesn't curse like a sailor in London. But I was not in London...

Cold sweat doused me and my shirt clung to my body like a second skin. I felt something unfold in my chest and fly away. The slow clapping sound and the hollowness I immediately felt confirmed my suspicions; that was my courage flying away.

There was no more bravery in me. No more gut to get me by. Just terror. I knew what he could do and I knew he would not feel bad about doing it. My limbs were trembling; I couldn't keep my fingers steady even if I tried and my teeth started to chatter. My very soul was terrified.

What plans? What schemes? I couldn't remember my very own name.

The Colonel chuckled, thriving probably in my reaction towards him. He knew what I felt, it was obvious after all and he loved it.

'You look like a smart one. Pretty enough to seduce a man like Hawk or even better, Bennet. Did you seduce Bennet first or was Hawk the lucky one? I would guess Bennet since a little bird told me you have been hiding him.'

'You don't know what you are saying.' I mumbled under my breath and I cursed myself for my mouth immediately. Tentatively I looked at the Colonel who still looked smug enough not to care about my meagre outbreak.

What could he possibly have in store for me? What could he possibly do to me? Was wanting to come out alive still an option?

'Enlighten me, girl. Tell me your story. I wish to learn more.' the desk he leaned on squeaked and groaned in its weak state, but unfortunately didn't give out. I wished that it had and the Colonel by the struck of luck got impaled by a piece of wood. That would save a lot of people; including me. Why was he being so cordial to me? What were his intentions?

I swallowed the hard lump in my throat and sat back on my heels, careful to keep my head down and my gaze averted like the man was the most dangerous predator that existed.
What do you answer to the man that could end your life with just a snap?

'There's not much...actually. I...I am on my own, so I have to make do with what I can get. Just like a normal person.' my voice was barely audible as my soul trembled and my body barely kept the shivers at bay.

He hummed to himself and I internally cringed. Any moment now he would break. Any moment. 

This patient man was just a rouge to fool me and make me believe I was safe. He must think I don't know who he really is.

Another wave of cold doused my body and for just a fraction of a moment, I couldn't help but shiver in my place. Years and years and even more endless years of running and being scared had caught up with me and for the first time in all of my life, I felt like this was going to be a moment that was going to affect the rest of it.

For some uncertain reason, this felt like an ultimate confrontation at which I was still wavering between life and death.

In my mind, the Colonel was Death. And Gerard was life. I wanted to live, I wanted to be with him. I wanted to see the rest that this beautiful world we lived in had to offer besides the dark alleys and rat-festered holes that I was raised in. I wanted to find the rest of my family if there was any left. And I wanted to make my own too...
But how could I beat a man that was proficient in extinguishing lives without batting an eyelid?

For just a tiny moment my heart broke for that man. What could he have possibly been through to end up like this? So dead and empty and continuously killing trying to fill that void in him.

'Tell me, girl. Everything. I don't really have the time to wait. I know you are scared and lonely, but please, believe me when I say that nothing bad will happen to you, as long as you tell me everything I need to know and be truthful about it.'

I opened my mouth and closed it, undecided yet of what choice I should make. What path was the right one to lead me out of this maze that was this dangerous little game I insisted I wanted to play? Was I really the puppet master or had I always being the puppet?

As if some deity had taken pity on my poor soul and decided to help me, the door burst open revealing a bloodied and unstable Wyatt.

'You are needed elsewhere, Sir.'

I watched the Grimm reaper slowly turn his beady, deceitful eyes to regard Wyatt emotionless. 

As if the men communicated through their eyes something glittered in the Colonel's eyes and he immediately uncoiled himself from where he sat, bolting out the door without sparing a glance at me.

The thundering footsteps echoed through the halls for just enough time to let me know that HE was going very far away.

Wyatt regarded me pursing his lips, an unreadable expression plastered on his face. He looked straight at me and for a moment I thought he was about to say something, but eventually, he shut his mouth and hastily left slamming the door behind him.

A whoosh of air escaped me, drained me of the last strength I didn't even know I had and I slowly crumbled to the floor. I breathed in and out in gusts as I tried to calm down, pace myself and put my mind back to work.

This was the most crucial part of all. I had to calm down. I had to find my brain. I had to think!

THINK!

The clock was ticking in my head and that only made my breathing hitch. I wrestled with my own trying to make it comply with my wish to stop taking such shallow breaths, but I just felt in my own skin. Nothing worked, my entire body frozen in a shaking, trembling, breathless state. I breathed in but no air reached my insides and not long after I started feeling light-headed.

I need this TO STOP! I was going to pass out.

I couldn't pass out. I couldn't pass out!

My sight started getting blurry and going black at the edges. My eyelids fluttered trying to clear the haze that started to settle. I felt my face grow cold and soon I couldn't feel my body at all.

And then the darkness consumed me...