Ravaged An End of Days Novel

Chapter 10: Elizabeth: Object of Obsession

10

Elizabeth

Object of Obsession

"They got away," Their voice said bitterly. I knew that they were upset about the recent string of events. And rightly so, they earned it. "She still lives. And her little friends."

"I understand, and share in your distaste, as well as displeasure honey." I soothed them. "Believe me, I am also not satisfied with the recent outcomes either."

"I've let you down, by allowing them to escape." They told me with disappointment. "I need to find them. I need to find Olivia."

"If its one thing that I have taught you honey," I was trying to ease her down. "Its to always expect setbacks. This is no different."

"But this..." they started and then stopped mid-sentence. "Even you have a bitterness to it."

"Go," I urged them. "I'll contact you if I need you again."

And like that, our conversation on the screen ended, and I leaned back in chair that I loved, trying to piece it altogether.

I kept flashing back and rolling back the screens of what I was in front of, totally disgusted at the failures. It's not liked this plan of mine would have constant setbacks—but so far, I had encountered more snags than what I had been accustomed to.

I tried to rationale the reason as to how they failed to eliminate the girls that stood in my way. My way to reign over people-- just like my people had before the people of Asgard came and ruined my way of life.

And by that extension—took my way of life, away from me. But there was more to it than, that.

Kaitlyn—she was different. I had known that much, just by how much time, I had her here, trying to learn her ways. To better...understand her.

She was a remarkably interesting specimen to say the least; a girl like her normally cracked under immense pressure, given all the trauma she had been put through in a single lifetime and yet, here she was evading and escaping.

Being clever as always. She was that, and so much more.

Returning my attention to the mass of monitors in front of me I saw that the others, had returned bloodied and empty-handed.

I knew that capturing her again would prove to be difficult; taxing even, but not to the magnitude of the failures that they had shown me.

While in my chair, I pressed a button, that led directly to me, through a secret passage in the front living room. I dared not leave my confines. Not that I was comfortable, since I was—but since if I left, I would eventually let my aggression get to me, and I might slip up and want to end their lives.

I felt the malignant frigid air flow through the room, and while I loved it, there was something unsettling about it, as well. Something I could never understood—but also never took the time to.

They pushed a button that was on the outer side of the metallic sealed room, and when I responded with my button, the glass door pulled back and with it releasing a hissing of more frigid air that soon turned to fog as it connected with the environment around it.

"You may enter," I said as cold and calculating as possible, my voice howling like a harsh blowing snowstorm. I rose from my chair, straightening my silk black button up blouse, standing to greet them, if I could even bear that.

The lights in the room, they beamed brighter than the dim setting they were originally put in, when I first entered the room—which leveled out their features and beautiful, yet failed expressions.