Diabolus: The Lost Phoenix

Chapter Fourteen

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENCE

KAI WOODS

I run my hand over the cold metal tools, letting the steel freeze my finger tips and not even noticing, I let out a giggle slip, soon followed by a snort. I breathe in deeply, the smell of mold tickles my nostrils. Then as I pick up the scalpel my eyes pop a little wider and my tongue shots out to lick my lips. God, how much I've missed this. How long it was since the last time I've done this.

Even imagining blood makes my veins burn with pleasure.

"So, Leonardo."

I turn to him, all locked to the old wooden chair with clamps on his legs and hands, rope around his waist. And the fear together with anger in those eyes; just like the time I cut him. But the Belladonna stopped working, which means he can move again; if not the chains and clamps all over his body.

"A year is a long time. I've missed you."

I carefully place the scalpel back on the table, taking one of my knives instead. A big collection of different blades through the years, but I still have my favorites. The oldest one, which I used for my first murder. The sharpest one, which I used to cut Leonardo's dick off. The smallest one, which I used to cut Bex's skin with. The others doesn't even matter, what matters is the sentiments.

I walk to Leonardo; frowning, sweaty and shaking in his own place. Too bad that he can't even move, tightened up by Brent. I glance at the couch in the corner of the room in one of the abandoned buildings we found to make it our playground; everyone else sits, watching him silently, waiting to hear some answers, or to watch a bloody and nasty show.

"So, do you want to tell me about the Yellow Eye, the Phoenix or Avery..."

I examine the knife, one perfect piece of steel, the sharp cutting edge morphing into the smooth handle in a way that reminds me of the dorsal fin on the sharks. And then I place it under his chin, so fast and maneuvering that he didn't had the chance to take a breath; the tip of it cuts, a small, oval wound in his skin as a drop of red liquid falls down.

"Or should I make you?"

His eyebrows furrow with those eyes narrowed at me; the same eyes that once were looking at Beverly. While he hurt her. And I feel so much anger, so much rage inside me that if he'll take a single look at her... I don't think I'll care about his answers anymore.

"He will kill you. He will kill all of you!"

"No, that's what I'm going to do if I don't get Avery back."

"You want the Phoenix too, don't you?"

I take a step back as I feel my thoughts are mixing, not sure about anything at all. Firstly, I didn't know that Avery is still alive and why she was kidnapped. Second of all, who or what is the Phoenix. And the last but not least... Yellow Eye. And probably their leader. But one thing is now clear - Avery is somehow connected to the Phoenix.

"Who the fuck is that Phoenix everyone is talking about?"

"No, what does it have to do with Avery!?"

Brent stands up and aggressively walks to Leonardo, grabbing his neck and squeezing it; he always gets extremely angry and uncontrollable when it comes to Avery.

"Let go of him, Brent."

"Answer me!"

Brent shakes his head, with such strength and rage that Leonardo's face starts to turn blue; I slap Brent's hands away, one way or another, we need that monster alive until we get answers we need.