Page 10 of Judas
That is neither here nor there, I’m out now and have things to do. I have had my eye on the precious little Sadie since she escaped her mother’s wretched hole. To say I was shocked when nurse Cindy alerted the officer escorting Nadia was carrying, a total understatement.
Between the near-blinding pain of the whore shooting me, and the horror of her pregnancy, I went into a fit of rage. If I remember correctly, the medical aid sedated me and kept me that way for a few weeks. Way beyond the ‘disciplinary’ threshold of 23-hours. As soon as I was awake, and alert enough, I had my fingers digging into any and all information I could find.
My chore was difficult at first but then word came through the grapevine of Nadia’s labor, and her tie to the infamous ‘Scorpionof Darkwater.’ Her connection to the rest of the world was finally severed and I knew I had my in.
A call or two was all it took to find out who Sadie’s adopted parents are and where they lived. Everything from their background, to their financials, living situation, work history, criminal history or the lack thereof, and more appeared in a thousand-mile envelope in my cell just days later.
Since then, I’ve had a pair of eyes on the tot until she grew up and into the interesting individual that she is. Just as I disclosed in the letter to Sadie, I prevented all forms of communication attempts from Nadia. Letters and makeshift prison gifts went up in flames, as I was informed, before they ever made it to the post office.
If I couldn’t get to her, she wasn’t going to get to Sadie.
Now’s my chance though, to see her. To get my hands on her. To connect the person with the photos I had given to me for years, along with the periodic reports I have received.
This trip will be long, but in the end, I know it will be worth it. To finally be with family. That’s the foundation of the church after all.
I should have worked out while in prison.
My mind is reeling as I breathe heavily, the thrust of oxygen in and out of my lungs sets me on fire, inducing a pain that scrapes with raw power through my chest.
Smoking is bad for you, kids.
Perhaps the scuffle I have found myself in should have been anticipated. Especially, when I slammed the door open to Sadie’s suburban home. Expectancy warrants anxiety, there’s not enough time in the day to fret over the unbridled thoughts, and voices, swimming through my mind.
As one would expect, the darkest one demands sacrifice as a faint whine from mother punctuates the deep growls he emits—only once I tell him to get lost. This is my time to shine, the delicate moment I have been waiting so many long years for.
All of that planning changed when she opened the door and Kace’s blue eyes peered up at me from behind a thick set of lashes. Then anger reared its ugly head. I began to spew something vile at her, but the stupid muscle in my mouth ties up and is unwilling to move. Utterly dumbfounded. Uncooperative. Defiant.
She’s standing mere feet away from me and my mouth wouldn’t work fast enough to introduce myself, let alone lash her with distaste. I noticed something isn’t quite right, she must sense it too. Right before she attempts to slam the door in my face.
Predator recognizes predator.
Her instincts are on par, recognizing me for what I am. Impressive for our first meeting. Blinking, the moment escalates from an unplanned, though warned, reunion to a fight for survival.
Shoving the door open, it swings back, crashing into the wall opposite of it. Rattling the trinkets and photographs that hang delicately off the white plaster. In a hair’s breadth, I’m tailing her. She knows the house like the back of her hand but unfortunately, I’m skilled in this hunting game and my Lord does it feel good to fucking chase.
The nimble little thing swerves around the large pieces of furniture in the living room like some sort of professional sports star—quickly darting toward the hallway. She’s fast compared to an old man with busted knees, but I’m taller and longer-limbed. Making up for my lack of limberness.
Before she gets too far out of my reach, I launch myself over the end of the dark colored sofa. The wood frame groaning under my sudden weight, nearly lifting the opposite end up off thefloor. Closing the distance just enough to wrap my hand in the ends of her long hair and yank her back.
Sadie squeals, crashing back into me then loses her footing. Hitting the floor, with a painful thud that is sure to leave more bruising than anything. The grip I have in her hair keeps her elevated enough where I am able to get a better hold on her. She’s flailing and thrashing around. Kicking and swinging her fists to fight me off but I step over her smaller frame and drop down, pinning her beneath me with both of her wrists pressed to the floor.
Poor thing, I know she probably hopes she will get away but I promise you she won’t. I’ll hunt her until the end of existence if I have to. My soul will devour hers then lick its fucking teeth clean.
Her fight and flight instincts are astounding, even when she writhes and struggles beneath me even as I use every bit of force to subdue her.
To be young again. I miss this type of mobility.
Snarling like a feral animal, she tosses her head side to side. The blonde locks fanning and tangling in the messiest of halos around her crown. Each movement adds to the harsh breaths she labors for. Still, she yanks and pulls at where I have her restrained but it’s the damned screeching and screams that pierce my ears and feed my demons.
“Be still!” I shout at her.
Between our heavy breathing, and the intense struggle, spittle sprinkles on her face and she winces like I hit her. I’m not above it, if she doesn’t stop this nonsense. I will have to do something to subdue her further. It doesn’t seem like it but I’m trying my best to give her a chance.
She’s an innocent, Lulu.
M… mother.
Of course this would be the moment she escapes the darker entity, to remind me I’m supposed to be a man who protects the young. Or at least gets vengeance for them.
