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3.

He could feel the anger pushing at his mind and the tears prickling his eyes. His throat burned. But throughout all of his body's struggling, he lay there staring wide eyed at the once lively girl lying almost atop him. 

Her murderer was smirking at him. And he could not bear his rage. It tore through him in wild waves and it was as though he wanted to destroy everything, starting from himself maybe. Had he had the energy and strength to even life his hand, he was sure he would have wreaked havoc on everything around him. Still, the hot white flames of fury set him on fire and he could barely understand was happening through its haze. 

He felt resentment not only for the bastard standing in front of him but also himself. He could not comprehend how utterly pathetic he was. How cursedly dreadful he was. He was swept in an ocean of self loathing and confusion in that moment. He did not know why someone would kill somebody as pure as her. She was clean. 

And yet, here she lay with mud all over her, both of their bloody smudging her skin, she looked positively tarnished. He could see the irony. 

"Save it." 

He could not hide his confusion nor could he control his wraith, "YOU-" And then he collapsed into a fit of coughs and blood splattered down to the floor. 

"Yes, yes, I know. I killed her. Move on. She is dead, deceased, departed, gone, fallen, all of those things." He raised his hand in a dismissive gesture. 

"You must have a lot of questions in that pretty little, and well, severely bruised head, and lucky for you, I have plenty of time on my hands. We all are safe and you are on the verge of death." 

He merely lowered his head in response, his eyelids drooping. He could feel himself passing. Good. 

"Oh, no, you do not. Perhaps I should heal you enough for you to stay conscious and maybe, exchange a few words. I cannot say I am in the mood for monologues tonight."

And then he was pushing her limp body aside and leaning over him to wave his fingers hypnotically over his wounds, silver sparks flying from his fingers. Like magic his wound disappeared. 

It was not completely unbelievable that he had been pushed to insanity, or alternatively his brain was not getting enough blood supply despite the abundance of it around him. 

He suddenly felt the strange boy, who had moments ago taken a life and now was healing him, laugh. He silently vibrated with amusement lighting up his face. Somewhere distant in his head a vague voice recited a poem about the dance between evil and beauty. It was certain that seeing her get killed and everything that had happened had thrown him off the edge. 

And then guilt flooded his mind. She was dead. 

"You are predictable. I cannot deny that I am disappointed. I had hopes for you. You are as easy to read as a child's bedtime book. Nevertheless, I am not entirely without morals, so, I will explain. You just sit tight." He winked at him. 

"Sebastian?" A voice called out as warm air whooshed in and the room was doused in bright light. 

Sebastian's expression did not waver, though tension seemed to seep into his posture. Barely visible but there. 
"Alexandra, my darling, we discussed this." He spoke as he lifted himself up and swing around in one fluid motion. It was then that he caught the glint of a dagger in the boy's hand which he swiftly slipped under his sleeve. 

That was also the moment when he realized even though Sebastian  had apparently healed him, he could barely move his arms or legs. It was as if he were bound by ropes. 

The female, Alexandra pulled his attention, "We did. You were supposed to heal him enough to take him along, not make idle conversation and flirt!"

Sebastian was not fazed, "Are you going to teach me  how to do my job? Kindly refrain." 

She gave him a mock smile and marched over to where he lay, "Don't listen to anything he says. He does not have any morals but I do. And we are are here to save you. So you either comply and don't make things hard for us or I make you shut up in ways that would make you wish for death. Understood?"

"Really? Have you truly stooped to the level of these overused and vapid threats? Besides, he will come without causing much trouble, yes?" And then he was gazing into his eyes with a smirk gracing his lips. 

And he knew. Sebastian, whoever he was, was lying. He was there to kill him. Alexandra might have been there to keep him alive but Sebastian was surely with another agenda. 

Without waiting for an answer, Sebastian flicked his fingers and the room was illuminated by light again. And suddenly, he felt as though he were falling. He felt darkness beckoning, and he greeted it absentmindedly. His brain was clouded by the too many events that had blurred through in such a short period of time and all he could see was Sebastian's face, his blue eyes filled with deceit, his lips curled in an almost lazy smirk. 

And once again, he knew. He knew it was all a facade.