KILLER | MP ✓

tredici

'oh no. oh no. oh no. t-this is all my fault.'

— mattia

after i'd shot most of the people in the room i then pointed my gun towards mariano one more time.

"tell me. where the fuck! she is!" i spit. "or i swear to god i'll pull the mother fucking trigger!"

"whoa there, mattia. no need to get all angry—" he cuts himself off chuckling. "i get it. i know why you're angry, mattia. you haven't taken your meds."

that was the last straw. i pointed my glock 17 - the one elora liked - at his thigh and shot. i watched as the blood pooled out onto the floor and as he fell to the ground.

"you t-think you got me now, mattia?" he weakly laughed. "i'm not dead yet, and it'll be a long time until i am."

i roll my eyes and leave the room on the hunt for elora. i needed to find elora. i needed to make sure she was okay.

do you really need to find her?

yes!

she's probably dead. just like all of your other victims are!

no. shut up! go away! s-she's not dead!

YES SHE IS!

no she's not. please. stop!

or.. they could of done things with her that you've always dreamed of doing with her.

what do you mean?

they could of fucked her.

i quickly shook my head. this has been happening for a while and i don't know what's wrong with me.

my hands would violently shake and my mind would go crazy. 

i begin to run down a corridor, turning all corners left and right hoping that elora is safe somewhere and not hurt.

finally, i made it to a room where there was just a steel door. nothing in it. no sign no nothing.

i sigh before slowly opening to door and the sight i saw made me want to cry.

i hate crying with pure passion. it makes me feel weak. but when i saw what i saw it crushed me.

there she was, elora, laying down in the floor. she looked lifeless. her cheeks were all tear stained. blood smeared around her face and arms and.. thighs and legs.

her hair was all messy. i wanted to cry. and i did.

one. one single tear slipped out of my right eye. the last time i cried was when i found out my mom was murdered.

"oh no. oh no. oh no. t-this is all my fault."

i quickly ran over to her and rested her head on my lap. by now more tears had fallen and i couldn't be bothered to wipe them away.

i looked over at the wall and saw that she was chained to the wall. i grabbed my gun and with the bottom of him and hit the chains causing them to break.

i'm guessing the sound startled her because her eyes were fast to open and she started moving around, scared.

"m-mattia?" she stuttered and cried. i felt so bad. "shh. i'm here now okay, princess. i'm here." i reassure and rub her arm.

i gently pick her up bridle style and kick the door back open and jog out of the building.

i open my car door and lay her down in the back seat. i then shut the door and get into the drivers seat. i start the engine and drive back to her house.

i'd go to the hospital but everyone would recognize me. damn. i was being selfish. a girl lay - hanging into life - in the back of my car and i'm worried about getting caught.

that's right. you are a selfish dick. nobody will every like you.

shut up. shut up.

i shake my head and look down at my hands that were now trembling.

i grab the steering wheel and begin driving back to elora's house.

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i kicked her front door open and took her upstairs where i laid her down on her bed.

i stares down at her and almost cried. i caused this. i did this to her.

m-maybe when she wakes up i'm gonna have to leave. runaway. make sure she isn't involved with me at all. i can't let her get hurt again.

suddenly, her eyes quickly open and she breaks out into a sob. i run over to her and pull her into a hug. something i've never done before.

"you're going to be okay." i tell her and kiss the top of her head.

"m-mattia," she whispers and i look down at her. she looks up at me and i can see just how hurt she is in her eyes. not just physically but mentally. "h-he raped me, mattia."

i stayed silent. i didn't know what to say or do. the room was covered in her cry's.

"i'm so sorry," i sniff. "i-if i could take it back, t-then i would."

she doesn't do anything. she just stays laying down. her eyes closed. "hey, uh, how about we get you a shower and you can wash and then we can clean up your wounds? how does that sound?" i ask and rub her arm.

a very very small smile is placed on her lips as she nods. "thank you."

anywayssss i posted a prologue cause i felt like this needed one so go read it if u haven't already :) i also didn't proof read so sorry for mistakes!