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‘Anything my girl wishes,’he says, waving me towards the entrance to the room and back into the stairwell.
My steps falter at the shards of glass that catch my eye. Right next to where I threw the whiskey bottle. Ruaridh doesn’t seem phased though instead he ushers me forwards with a surprisingly gentle grip on my shoulders.
Once we are at the bottom of the steps I try to hunt around for any sign of life but Ruaridh’s whispers in my ear distract me as we walk through the gallery and to the entrance to the outside.
‘Don’t look, baby, you don’t want to see something like that again.’Referring to the destroyed planets littering the walls.‘The poor bodies will be etched into your memory forever if you do.’
Another point for him being crazy.
Last night had helped me blow off steam but it also worsened the condition of my bat. The bat has been with me through thick and thin. Helping me kill crazies and killers alike.
Now it’s breaking, threatening to leave me alone in this world.
The thought hits me like a punch in the gut, and the pain of it almost chokes me. It is all I really have to show for the last few years. We don’t have many options to carry around sentimental items, especially anything big. And if one of the psychopathic survivors sees that you have something you care about, they either use it against you or take it for themselves.
Remembering that the Skull leading me out into the open is also part of those psychos, I take a deep breath and straighten my shoulders.
Why have I suddenly experienced a bout of amnesia and forgotten all the warnings about his group?
‘So where is it then? Or are we just waiting for it to rain so we can magically clean ourselves?’I ask.
‘She’s funny too,’Ruaridh deadpans to no one in particular as he sets off down the street, dodging the mess that most of the roads are now in after years of being left unattended.‘Theres an office block a wee walks away. It looks like the army set it up early on, after everyone had died. There are a couple of places like them around the city, set up in developing or abandoned areas to ensure no one would be there. The last time I checked, it was still up and relatively functional. If we’re lucky, the shower system will be fine, and we’ll get that well-deserved wash we’re so desperate for.’
‘Lucky?’I huff,‘luck is a myth at this point.’
‘Good thing I’m feeling lucky enough for the both of us then,’Ruaridh says as he pulls his mask down to conceal his face.‘After all, I am a thing of tales and mystery.’He does some weird jazz hands as he heads down the road.
I roll my eyes at his comment, but I can’t hold back the small smile that spreads across my face at him. A fucking Skull, supposedly the most feared men in Glasgow, is dancing down the street comparing himself to a fairy tale.
This world is batshit crazy.
And I’m voluntarily following a psychopath, all for the chance of getting a wash.
I’m so going to get myself killed.
Chapter Sixteen
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Ruaridh
My little deer is following me and call me stupid because I’m all giddy about it.
Some alternate personality has taken over my body.
I still want to hunt her, to show her she is mine and no one else's, but I also want so much more than that.
Have I been so deprived of a real connection that I’m falling this quickly? It’s not even been twenty-four hours yet.
She’s hot. Even the way she looks right now makes me feel something. Fauna’s all hungover and a general mess, but despite any of that, she’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on. The way her hair is all messed up, sticky in places and her face is smudged with dirt does nothing to take from her beauty. The way her clothes cling to her curves when she moves is downright sinful and I’ve had to pull myself from my imagination of what her body looks like under those clothes a few too many times already.
Then she’d look up to me with those big brown eyes, a mixture of fear and excitement shining in their depths, and my legs would almost buckle each time. It’s like my body has a mind of its own and wants to be on my knees below her. To confess that I’m entirely hers.
I clench my teeth.
She will be mine.
My mischievous little deerismine.
