CHAPTER 15
DEATH IS BETWEEN US
My head hurts,
"So this the face of the famous girl—"
I'm messily confusingly dizzy. This isn't the first time I am kidnapped, but the feeling was strange. I am running out of air in my lungs, and my sight is blurred. "Ah," and then I cry when someone grabs my chin up. And the blur starts to clear; I see the face of the man that I've never met. Then I notice the million silver watch on his wrist. I try to look around; dark, of course. A sofa, I turn to look again; only one, no furniture. Secret place, not someone's house.
First, Mrs. Oskar drugged me, and then I was kidnapped; surely I have so many enemies only this age.
"You look calmly confused," the same person asks,
"She was on a drug, " the other person says, forcing me to find the owner of the voice. I notice the black aura. I blink once and twice so I can see him. He's wearing a black cap and a black T-shirt. He's sitting on a wooden chair. I haven't realized it before. He's of similar size and vibes, and then his face is directed at me.
"Ha," I try to breathe while I look at him, "ah," and then the one who wears the watch grabs both my cheeks to look away from him.
"You seem interested in him—heh, you must feel something, right?" He squeezes my face harder and forces me to look up, and my eyes shift to the man before me, "your eyes—are so fucking blue, if I look into them too long, I might fall for you just like that mother fucker,"
"Ha—" I'm still trying to breathe,
"Stop," the man with the cap says,
"What did you say?"
"She'll die before he comes here," he says and then approaches me, and he squats himself beside me. The man with the watch lets my face go and walks away. The man with the cap uses his finger to touch my chin and moves it to see him directly, "Breathe," he says, "I say, breathe," I deeply breathe in and let it out lightly on his face, but he doesn't move at one inch. Then, the light hits him on his face and his neck. I see his tattoo.
"Ha…" then I shortly breathe with shock again.
"You realized now—yes, that was the man—heh," The watch-man says while watching us from afar. "You're so famous that every rich person in this town wants you, Oskar—Vanderbilt—Wellington," he pauses, "and funny enough, this guy," he touches the cap man's shoulder. "he was the one who did the good deed for us," he says, and I see his creepy smile.
Wellington? Did he say Wellington?
Then, I realize the million-dollar silver watch, printed crown, and the dagger on the screen watch; it's Wellington. He must be Winston's brother.
Then I shift to look at the killer before me, my mother's killer. He uses his fingers to glide, wipe something on my lips, and get up.
"And you know what the most funny part is?" Welton's brother asks, "You're with Batant, hehe. What the hell!? There are so many rich guys who can get down on their knees for you—Tytas, Vik, Oh my, but you choose the devil. Why? I wonder—What did he do?" he smiles mischievously. "and how does the devil is so in love with a little girl like you—well actually I do," He puts his hand on my head and run through my hair and curl it with his fingers, "But I don't understand you, Why him?" he asks again, "He's dangerous, you know?" I look right at him. "You like the devil, eh?"
"Yes," I say lightly,
"Heh," he is stunned, but his smile is wider,
"He can do anything that no one can do," I say,
"Oh, really? Like what?"
"I think you know," I say,
"Hmpt," he looks at the killer, "now I know why you are drawn to her," he says and grabs my head and shakes it, "she's sassy!" he walks away from me again, "We'll see when your devil lover is here," he says in a groan way.
If I'm the one he wants, why does he want Zygmunt here?
I sent her off to Oskar, and she persisted in entering fake heaven alone. I followed her quietly, as fucking always, but the old man dumpster got the information for me, and it was about Zia's mother. I had to—leave her alone. I found out another fucking messed up truth. Vanderbilt, Paul. He has always been an arrogant asshole. I wanted to tell Zia as soon as possible because it is possible to find the real mastermind, the true killer, not one but three. Emily, Jake, and Fucking Paul.
When I got here, the chaos had already begun. Tytas ran wild like an untrained dog, and Vik, his ex-beloved buddy, ran after him as a natural instinct, running after the leader of the pack when something dangerous happened. And then I knew I was too late.
I should not have let her attend that party alone.
Vanderbilt is also involved in Zia's mother's tragedy-unsolved story. Of course, he is; the three of them have always been involved with each other. Oskar, Vanderbilt and Serafinne. The parent lines need to end here and now. I will not let the same calamity bequeathed to my Zia. But, fuck. She's already in.
No, I still can; she will live. She needs to live. I won't let anybody take her breath away.
I rode my motorcycle, following them as they fought and cursed with each other in the car.
"You fucking need to tell me something, man!" Vik raised his voice,
"Hmpt,"
"Hey, I'm sorry for what I did—but—I do love her," he confessed, "I know that you hate to hear this, dude, but it's fucking—truth. It wasn't just a—lust, horny hormones thing. Perhaps that, too, but."
"Can you shut up?" Tytas is irritated.
"I'm just trying to say that I do care for her," Vik paused. Tell me, I want to help…not for you, of course, for her." He's being serious.
"Wellington…" Tytas sighed, "I ordered him to get rid of—Batant, but that mother fucker, stab me back. He took her."
"Fuck," Vik shook his head, "Welton? Is Mitcher in this?"
"Who the fuck is Mitcher?" Tytas asked,
Vik said nothing. "I know where he took her." Then, Vik speeded up the engine and turned left.
The Lost Wood in the winter makes everything brighter and more graceful in the morning, but in the darkest night, it's a horror. The thrill of the weather and the ambiance is the coldest and scariest, and they play with people's minds and hearts more than anything. The one and only cabin in the middle of the lost. It's not easy to be obvious, but it's the only target. The bright orange is lit up as if it's waiting patiently, luring the condemned one who knows what is inside. But the first who has claimed the cabin has no idea that the real devil is the guest, not the host of the hellfire.
The blonde stops the engines, and the copper leaves the car before anybody else—before the blonde is about to follow. The dark black halts him and suggests that he watch out and be ready for whatever comes by saying nothing but the reflection of the black shades from the helmet.
"They're here,"
THUD!
The door is slammed out aggressively.
I turn to the entrance like everybody in this cabin, but my eyes are shocked by the person. It's Tytas. He quickly looks at me with crazy eyes. Wellington curls his lips sneakily. Tytas says nothing and approaches me as the killer blocks him from me.
"What do you think you're doing?" Wellington asks calmly,
"Let her go," Tytas says,
"No," Wellington says,
"What are you trying to do?" Tytas asks as he steps closer to the killer, but the one who needs to reply is Wellington behind him.
"I know that you will come after her, but sorry, boy. You're not the one I want. He leans Tytas closer from behind, "Or not even for her, hehe," he chuckles evilly, glancing at me. "You want to kill him, don't you? So this is my plan. I did what you told me to do."
What? I look at Tytas shockingly.
"You cross the line, Welton." Tytas turns around and looks at him in the eyes,
"Do I?" He chuckles in his throat, "You kids should know already what it would be like working with us…Your buddy as well, you guys are so immature—order my man around to do that, kidnap her this, scare her that." Tytas's shivering with anger. "But did you know that—him," Welton grabs the killer's shoulder. "...is the one who should be aware here. So you must know that she would be faced…but you kids, heh, wanted it anyway." I look at them, fucking up my brain. "Did you know that little pretty?" He tilts his head to see me. "Vik ordered him to scare you that night…He broke into your room, and wow—thanks to Vik. This man led us to the one and only—Zygmunt Batant." he says as he squeezes the killer's shoulder. "You guys need to grow up and do what the real man does, not fucking with her around behind her back, man. Hehe," He says and shakes his head. "Vik might fail—he wanted to scare you so you would know the real skin of Tytas Oskar, hehe. But now he succeeded," He walks past Tytas and squats beside me, "Now you know every boy you are involved fucked up."
"Ah," I cry automatically again as he grabs the back of my neck to be closer. My forehead bumps against him. Now where is he?" he asks lightly, but his breath is too cold and harsh. Your man!! WHERE IS HE!? " he shouts.
"STOP!!" Tytas drags Welton, pointing the gun at his head. "Don't fucking touch her," I see the white eyeballs on Welton's face so clearly, but the killer hits Tytas on the head, snatches the gun from his hand, and falls unconscious.
"Hmpt," Welton makes the sound, losing his grip on my neck, and decides to clench it harder as he looks back at me.
Thud,
Creek,
Thud,
They both paused and stare around, like animals are intruded by the predators. Welton loses his grip and sends the signal to the killer to see.
THUD!!
Then, the killer is flown away by another body from outside. Suddenly, the big buff body with the black helmet on his head enters the room with someone in front of him.
"Ha—" I gasp,
Then the guy is slashed by the big mysterious guy who I know pretty damn well.
Thud, the dead body falls down.
"Finally," Welton says with a smile, gripping the back of my neck to pull me up,
Fuck, I try to control my body, but the drug still makes me a bit dizzy.
"Don't you—" Welton pulls me closer to him so the man with the mask stops coming forward. "Dare—heh, coming closer…Now take off your mask," he says, but the man before me stands still. Suddenly, Welton takes his handgun out and aims at my neck.
I can feel the hard steel against my neck; I can feel the empty hole of the gun against my SCM. (Sternocleidomastoid) *The largest muscle is in the front neck. As if he knows if he pulls the trigger, If I don't die immediately, I will probably have a broken neck, bending like a bent-neck lady, and paralysis for the rest of my life.
"I say—take off your fucking helmet now!!" Welton shouts as I close my eyes at how loudly he bursts my ear. I open my eyes to see him slowly remove the black helmet, showing his lips, sharp nose, and the silver lightning strike before I can see his whole face, and his wet, dark hair falls down, covering his forehead and the side of his neck. He looks like an absolute beast monster who is not one with the pack of animals here.
I can see his sweat glittering along with the orange light. He tried his hard to find me. My eyes are softened by their own after seeing his face. I don't mind if Welton shoots me now because I have seen the man I love, but only he survives, so I can't die at this moment.
"What a beautiful devil face, heh?" Welton says, "You lock on him right away, pretty? Sure, sure, he's handsome, I agree," He chuckles, and he removes his grip from my neck to my waist and holds my body tight to his body. "Take a good look—before you never see him again," he whispers to my ear. I look at Zygmunt as I beg for his touch, but death is between us right now.
"Please," I say lightly,
"What d'you say?" Welton presses his face against my cheek. Zygmunt instantly steps closer, ignoring Tytas lying on the floor. "Eh-eh. Don't." he pulls the trigger right away, making Zygmunt stop his step. Zygmunt groans out silently under his throat, clenching his fist and jaw so hard. "What did you beg, beautiful?" Welton asks me again,
"Don't hurt him." I say as I look at Zygmunt, "please,"
"Hahaha. Oh no, are you going to cry now? So you cry for his life?" He chuckles, "that's a waste of tears, beautiful." he says,
Then, I see the shadow rise up from the floor.
No–no,
"Please," I say, I shift my eyes quickly to the man behind Zygmunt. Since Welton's hand grabs me so tight, I decide to use my body to push him away with my energy. While he loses his balance, Zygmunt quickly throws the helmet at Weltion's hand. The gun falls, and before Zygmunt uses the knife to stab at Welton's neck, the killer behind uses the broken wood to hit him in the head; Zygmunt turns to see the killer, freeing Welton. I try to move my arms from behind to underneath my feet and grab the chance by using the tight rope on my wrist to strangle him on his neck.
"Fuck! Cough–arghhh!" He chokes,
Before Zygmunt faces the killer, the killer hits him again on his neck, but he fails, and he's about to hit Zygmunt for the third time. Welton has the opportunity to turn around and pull my hair.
"Ahh!!" I cry, making Zygmunt turn to me, and he is hit, and he is blackout. "No!" I scream, and I try to choke Welton as I try to get up and run to Zygmunt. I raise my hands up to pause the killer, "No, please,"
"Fuck!! Cough—Fuck! This girl is fucking crazy!" Welton comes to me from behind and hits me; my head falls along with the gravity and hits the floor.