Innocent [on hold]

The Enigma

Chapter 2
Kayn POV
       
         I waited patiently and silently on the table.  After a few minutes I felt a presence behind me. I glanced up in fright. 
         A figure clad in full black towered over me like a looming shadow.  My heart constricted a bit in fear but I quickly calmed myself down.  A mask covering the upper half of the face leaving beautifully sculpted lips and a strong jaw. A hood covering the hair but a wisp of black hair slipped out.  Golden eyes stared at me.  What weirded me out was the way the eyes seemed to glow in the darkness.  I felt like a weak prey being stalked by a powerful prey.
         I forced myself to remain calm. If they wanted to kill me they would've when we were both alone in the house, that is, before Caryn came home.

      "Finally decided to show, huh?"

       "You killed her-" A clear deep voice cut through the haunting silence.  My skin crawls as he watches me.

        I spin around on the table, to face him.  I was wary of his presence but I couldn't let it show.  I drew circles on the counter as I smiles innocently at him.  We were both predators any sign of weakness from and he could decide to challenge me.  I had no clue of his motives so I couldn't act rashly.

        For a few seconds I was stunned by his fashion sense. A hooded black robe cut along the side to expose exposing long legs covered by leather pants. Dark and sexy. 
        A tinge of familiarity hit me I just couldn't place it so I ignored it.  Clearing my mind of all distractions so I could easily defend myself if anything went wrong.

       "You let me. " I counter. 

       "Touche. " he chuckled, his presence makes me feel insecure. I want nothing more at this moment than to leave.  My sleepiness had long fled, but I just couldn't leave like this.
      
       I wasn't scared of death but that doesn't mean I didn't value my life.  I wasn't stupid there were risks I could afford to take and those that I couldn't.  This man was an anomaly.  I couldn't offend him, yet.
      The masked man looked away from me at Caryn who was slumped on the couch, bleeding and turning the white couch into artwork as the blood spread. I searched his expression for clues towards him. Honestly, I  half expected him to look disgusted, like any normal person would when they see a corpse with a hole in its skull with blood leaking everywhere on its face. Strangely he wasn't, which made me even warier. He had seen murders before. No, it wasn't that he had seen them before, this man had even gotten used to them. A shiver runs down my spine. Not even I was used to murders to be totally unaffected even though I would barely at an eyelid inside I would be trying not to puke.  How much had this man before me seen to make him into this apathetic person he was.
        I stared longer noticing the shiny weapon in his hand. Huh?

        "What's a grown man doing carrying around a scythe? " Carefully I tested the waters to satisfy my curiosity.  Im not the type of person who believes curiosity kills the cat.  I believe healthy curiosity keeps me from dying faster.

         He didn't say anything but just calmly walked to the door, he carried an air of mystery.  I didn't like it but I couldn't say I wasn't intrigued.  This type of male was already dangerous but the combination of his aura and his apathy was downright poisonous.

        "It's best if you don't involve yourself in things you have no business knowing. " he warned a small smirk on his face revealing a small fang, flashing in the darkness.

        A knife embedded itself centimeters from his face in the door he was reaching for. Bingo. I didn't appreciate him threatening me "I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself just fine."

•••

       The cold water felt comforting on my skin after I peeled off the skin-tight circus costume.  I had always dreamed of being a acrobat, but after a few years, I realise that like my family before me.  My dreams pale in comparison to how much I can help others.  A sad truth but I had grown used to it just like I had grown used to the blood on my hands. 
      I padded softly from the bathroom in my robe. Carefully carrying my once blood-splattered gloves which I retrieved from the wash. I placed them in a box and slid them under my bed.
     I sat on the floor staring at my mask. A beautiful mask, the last one my father had ever given me, my favorite.  Although I didn’t realise it at the time, it somewhat represented my taking up the family business.  It was jet black with gold on the edges covered in a soft shade material. Just like my costume.
     My phone rang loudly piercing into the night… Or well morning.  I ignore it and crawl under the covers. I grab my sleeping pill, I rolled it about on my tongue savoring the bitter taste before swallowing without the help of water.
        My night replays through my mind. 
    Caryn was gone. I had taken her life from her.  I wasn't upset. I wasn't regretful. I was numb.
    A masked man flashes in front of my eyes. The grim reaper. He was dressed as the grim reaper.  Why would he dress that way? And why was he not fazed by the bullet wound in her brain?  I could barely look at it before and I was the one who shot her. He calmly and efficiently looked at it.  He could be a doctor. Doctors often detach themselves when looking at wounds and only think of ways to fix the problem.  No, no normal doctor would have that cold look in their eyes.
          It was hate. He hated her. But why? Why did he hate her?  Why did he let me go? And what was his warning for?  He didn't even blame me for killing her. If he truly hated her he would've wanted to finish her himself.  But he did hate her. Again why was he masked? And as the Grim Reaper? What was going on?
         Fear rises in me but I force I back down to sleep. Nightmares plagued me the entire night.

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Enigma
        A person or thing which is mysterious, puzzling, or difficult to understand