Breathe : skephalo

Chapter thirteen : eyes

First-person pov (???)

" where is he," I asked, the room which was just filled with voices on voices talking over each other turning quiet. " I said where is he!" I yelled, my voice echoed in this way to big room.

"Sir, we aren't completely sure if this is who we're looking for, but if he is then we have him tracked and on watch twenty-four seven" the man closest to me finally replied to my command.

" If he's not proven to be who we're looking for in the next twelve hours, all of you in this room will serve consequences" I yelled, my voice stern, showing no remorse, this wasn't a game.

They all responded with a 'yes sir', a smirk pulled itself on my lips and I turned around, having the big double door opened for me as I made my way out of that place.

I walked the red-carpeted corridors, which, in this case, followed me right to the elevators.

I pressed the gold-painted button, seeing the lit-up numbers go from the tenth floor to the twenty-sixth, the one I was on.

I waited till the gold-painted doors opened. Stepping In the elevator I clicked on the floor to my apartment, floor fifty.

I walked in and sat on my red way too expensive couch, my lips tugged into a sick and twisted smile, he was finally gonna be mine, the last fallen angel was finally gonna be shown what happens with his kind.

Third-person pov

The house was quiet until around seven am when the front door opened, whoever was entering the house knew where the extras key was, which meant it was none other than Michael and Tyler.

The teens closed the front door behind them, putting their backpacks by their shoes before entering more into the house.

Tyler walked into the kitchen and grabbed bread and stuff for toast and started making it for everyone, both he and Michael knew Darryl and Adam stayed the night since Isaac texted them and asked if they wanted to come over.

The boys were spending the night together, as not just best friends anymore, but now boyfriends, so they had to come up with a somewhat believable story to why they couldn't come. Tyler smiled over at Michael, him returning just a loving one.

But before Michael could go wake up the rest of the house he was getting pushed into the wall by the stairs, arms pinned behind his back. "holy fuck, let me go!" Michael whispers shouted.

The person pinning him let go immediately knowing the person wasn't a treat, but one of his friends. " for fucks sake if up with you Darryl" Michael said tuning around, his voice a little more higher pitch than his normal tone.

" fuck, man, im sorry" Darryl quickly said bringing his hand up to his forehead, he had obviously just woken up right before the two came, or maybe even when they arrived.

" We always do this remember? Usually, we stay the night but if we don't we gotta make sure you guys wake up" Michael said play punching Darryl on the shoulder, giving the taller a smile.

"for some reason, I feel like I should be more, what can I say, on guard? Today, something doesn't feel right I guess" Darryl explained, rubbing his neck as it has been acing since he woke up, same with his face, though, he didn't rub that because of the stitches.

"hmm that's weird, well be on the lookout too okay? Usually, when you say that something bad happens" the smaller announced, worry was plaster on his face but he quickly covers it and looked over at Tyler, who met his eyes with confusion.

Darryl followed Michael's line of sight and sighed before walking into the kitchen, "you guys fucked me over this morning, didn't mean to scare you guys if I did. Like I just told Michael I just have a bad feeling about today, feels like I need to be on guard" Darryl announced once again, and like Michael, Tylers face filled with worry, something always happens when Darryl had that feeling, and they all knew that.