Page 21 of The Cursed Chalice
He kneels.
The Chinese boy yanks his shirt up to flash the handle of his gun.
He doesn’t see me move. The next thing he knows, the barrel is in his mouth.
He freezes, eyes wide. “I don’t want any problems.”
“Why were you coming into the room again?” I ask.
No one answers.
I pull the gun free and shoot the dark one in his knee. He collapses, howling.
“It was Street’s idea,” the green-eyed kid blurts out, pointing to the kneeling boy. “I didn’t even want to be here.”
“Leave,” I command. The green-eyed boy is the first to take off running.
“And you call that merciful.” Aric whispers.
I grunt, “Let my aim prove to be true.” I turn and fire, at the green-eyed one screams as the bullets rip through his calf.
“You were here to rape this woman?” I ask quietly.
Everyone head shake “No.”
Lies.
I sigh and grab the wrist I already broke. I bend it until Street shrieks.
“Fuck! Yes! We’re sorry, man! Say it,” Street cries out.
“Sorry,”
“Sorry, man!”
“You can end their lives now. They all look older than 18. Or you can teach them a life lesson.”
“How old are you?” I ask.
“Nineteen.”
“Twenty.”
“Eighteen.”
“Twenty-one,” Street gasps.
“I’m neither Pluto nor Socrates,” I reply to Aric. “I don’t teach lessons.”
I pull the trigger four times, and their bodies drop to the floor.
“She can’t wake up to this.”
I sigh, throwing the gun on top of the large one’s body.
“Phobos,” I call out, then I feel the air grow hot around me.
“Should I ask why the fuck you are naked or just roll with it?” Phobos pushes his glasses up. His aquamarine eyes are beautiful, but they look dead. He sits on the railing of the stairs, looking down at the mess that I just made.
