Page 240 of When We Fall: Part Two
“I-I didn’t mean?—”
I pointed my gun at him, making him cower. He held his hands up in defense, like they could stop one of my bullets.
“Ask me where I got the recording,” Enzo said.
“W-where?”
“I was torturing one of you Russian pricks, and he said something that made me think. He said something like, My friends are my enemies. That’s not the sort of thing one says to someone. So, I dug. Really fucking deep. Connections. All over. Do you know a David D’Angelou, by chance?”
“I-I do. He works with Sergio. He was with us that night. Sergio trusts him with many things.”
“Didwork with Sergio. He works for me now. I promised to help him with something. He was easily swayed.”
“W-What? He’s the one… he got this… he’s the snake?”
“The fucking biggest,” I said. “We kind of like him. He’s been useful. They usually are when they know they’re going to die and have been supporting the wrong side.”
“I am a rational man,” Enzo continued. “What I want to know is who the blue-eyed De Santis boy is. Is it Anson?”
Vander Veer frowned. “Who?”
“The Archangel,” I snarled. “Is that who the blue-eyed De Santis prick is who is moving the pieces?”
“N-No. T-The Archangel… no. He is a De Santis?” He genuinely seemed confused by the information.
“Then who else is there? I want a name,” Enzo said.
“I-If I give you a name, will you let me go?”
“Yes, I’ll let you go.”
Vander Veer wiped his sweaty brow. “I-I don’t really know his true name. He is very beautiful. He has gifts. Unimaginable gifts. He can see the future.”
I rolled my eyes at that. These guys had been eating too many scrambled brains. I heard eating human flesh could fuck up your head. This was proof of that.
“Name,” Enzo demanded.
“Uh, Sy-Sy…Seth? Sylar? Silas? He-He isn’t well in his head. He hears voices and uses different names.”
“Multiple personalities?” Enzo asked.
Vander Veer nodded. “Y-Yes. Many. He is strange, but so beautiful.”
“Who is his father?” I asked.
“I-I don’t know. I only know he is a De Santis somewhere along the line. Not a higher one, but one just the same. His mother is also sick. Has the same illness that plagues him. So I’ve heard.” He wiped at his forehead again. “T-The boy cut out his stepfather’s eyes and fed them to him. He does a lot of Everett’s torturing in the underground. Uses a fork to carve out eyes.”
I wrinkled my nose at that information.What the fuck?
“H-He is Everett’s eyes. He sees all. Knows all. H-He probably even knows you’re holding me captive. I am under Everett’s protection, you know.”
“Good. I hope Everett comes,” Enzo said easily. “I want to talk to him anyway. Since we’re here, where is that prick?”
“I-I told you what you wanted to know. I haven’t seen him since that meeting. We’re done here, right?”
“Oh, we’re far from done.” Enzo let out a soft, sinister laugh. “He raped my two best friends. He let your daughter rape E. That doesn’t sit well with me. You are responsible for all the shit wrong in my life. For my parents’ deaths because you helped arrange the attack, didn’t you? For Fox’s death. For E’s suffering. Formysuffering?” Enzo pounded his chest, snarling through his teeth. “I had to give up my entire fucking world just to tear yours down.”
“I-I only wanted you to see,” Vander Veer pleaded. “The commoner wasn’t good for you?—”
