Page 5 of Darkness Consuming
With confident steps, I stalk toward him. My chin rises, and despite the terror that’s ripping through me, I extend my arm to him.
Dry fingers push along the blue vein until his hand is resting just below my elbow. He turns and when he comes back the glinting tip of the needle is all I see as he poises it into position. Jeriko leans closer, his gaze narrowing on me as he watches intently.
I can only hope my father won’t inject Jeriko as well. I’m rational. Jeriko might be an idiot, but he’s a dangerous idiot.
Stinging pain shoots through my arm as he inserts the needle. With unflinching eyes, I hold his gaze. Intrigue is there. He’s simply a man interested in the outcome. A man in search of more power.
He isn’t a father at all.
Slowly, painfully slowly, the dark substance starts to push from the syringe. It fills my veins with a chilling feeling. It’s so cold a shiver shakes through my body.
An odd, euphoric sense of mind starts to wash over me as my eyes lower to a hooded state. Desperately, I try to keep my focus on the pleased look in my father’s gaze. But the storming power I thought would burst from me never comes.
Emptiness and confusion settles in instead.
He guides me down into a stiff chair and motion’s to Jeriko. Jeriko’s movements are blurred to me. I feel smooth leather meet my wrists and find that I’m tied tightly to the chair.
“You won’t remember how irreplaceable you’re about to become, Violence.”
So many emotions surface in my mind, but none of them come forth.
My father’s right.
I won’t remember.
