Page 65 of Nemesync
Ignoring his words, I sent him a flying kiss and just turned around, continuing to play my part. I’m just enjoying seeing him on the edge more than I thought. Unbeknownst to me, he took another step forward, bringing with him the man I’ve been toying with for the past hour.
Elijah stood tall in front of me, eyes pitch black, unfazed, the man at his mercy, literally not understanding what’s happening. “You wanted my attention, Zanae? Now you have it.”
Before I could even react, a gunshot echoed through the room, and the man fell lifeless to the floor.
Blood everywhere, sliding under my shoes, on my dress, arms,everywhere.
I can almost feel it on my soul.
Drenched. Brain and blood.
The Devil’s voice carried that horror as he leaned in and whispered, “Clear enough for youMilaya?”
With that, he turned away and left the event, leaving me to deal with the consequences as he promised me.
I stood in front of this body, shocked, and lost.
The metallic scent of blood intoxicated me. I kneeled and touched his cheek like I could give him back his life.
A glance at my hands, and they’re stained with his blood. I feel some on my face too, and for a moment, I can’t hear or see anything else.
What just happened?
I can’t fucking move.
My hands tremble but I try to wipe the blood from my face, only managing to smear it further.
I can’t breathe.
I see blood everywhere again.
He’s still dead, he’s still fucking dead at my feet, and Elijah is winning.
He won this time.
Memories came back to me.
Blood, always blood.
I feel someone shaking my shoulders.
“Little Z, go outside. This is not the first-time things get messy with Elijah. You need some air,” Niko’s voice, reassuring and calm, pulls me away from my head and brings me back to reality.
A dead body is at my feet.
Angry and bewildered, I storm out realizing what just happened, and the night air does little to ease the anger and frustration within me, in fact I just feel more furious about that fucking crazy psychopath.
Finding him in an office upstairs, I burst in.
“What the hell was that, Elijah? You’ve gone too far this time! Are you fucking crazy? OF COURSE, YOU ARE! WHAT WAS I THINKING!”
Elijah, seated behind his desk, looked at me, satisfaction burning in his gaze, “I did warn you, Zanae. Consequences have a way of catching up, but now you understand that you can’t win against me.”
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME?” my voice dropped to a frustrated murmur, “Why— why did you kill him, Elijah?”
He leaned forward, his voice full of arrogance, but so low, like a velvet caress on my skin, “I told you to be careful, you didn’t listen. You enjoyed making me react, there, you have your fucking reaction.”
“I’m not your fucking toy, I’m not your damn property you cannot just kill everyone who talks to me!”
