I stared at the man for a long time he looked very familiar but at the same time didn’t. His presence alone had caused my heartbeat to start pounding in my ears again. A rush of anger zinged through me, and just as I opened my mouth to yell, to say something, anything, I could feel the warmth of light grabbing me and the darkness fading again.
“Stable, Sir.” The voice was back, the memory interrupted before I could get an answer.
“Good. Now I want you to contact them.” The man’s voice grew colder with each word that was spoken. I had never wished for my voice to work so much in my life. To ask questions, to get answers.
“I will let them know, Sir. Do you want me to let them know that we have the girl also?” Without hesitation, my eyes popped open. There was no amount of drugs or pain that could keep me from her.
The girl? Who was the girl? I could feel the anger I had towards them bringing up the girl but didn’t understand the meaning behind it.
Anger surged through my veins. I took everything in as fast as I could as I tried to get my body parts to catch up with my brain. My eyes zeroed in on every single object in the room. I needed to take in as much as I could before they forced my body back under.
I was lying on a bed, the wall before me was a stark white color, clean, hospital like. I drifted my attention to the men closest to my bed, they held clipboards, and wore lab coats that mirrored that of the walls in color, their faces frozen in shock as I ripped the cords they had placed in my body out.
“Where am I?” My voice was hoarse and angry. Why had I stopped to ask questions? I should’ve been destroying anything and everyone to get to her. Yet, I felt that I needed answers, that I needed something to tell me all of this wasn’t a dream. I lifted my nose to the air to see if I could get her scent, anything that would point me in the right direction, but instead all I could smell was the disgusting scent of antiseptic and bleach.
“You’re being treated for your injuries.” One of the lab coat workers said, his voice startled. I stared at him blankly, knowing that he was lying. I could practically see the lies written on his face.
The other worker looked between me, and his partner, and I knew he was about to lie as well. I stepped off the bed, my fists clenched as I felt the urge to release the inner beast on them.
They lie! All human lie!! I growled loudly, causing them to take a few steps back.
“Why don’t you sit back down on the bed and while help you figure everything out.” I could hear the fear, and panic in his voice.
Shaking my head in rage, I decided I would give these people one more chance to explain things to me, otherwise they were as good as dead.
“Tell. Me. Where. I. Am.” I screamed each word, making sure they understood my question. I was on the verge of crumbling my vision going black. I had one urge, and one urge only and that was the need to make them answer me.
“I…” The male to my left stumbled over his words while the other seemed to have pulled his balls out of his asshole. This caused a bubble of hysterical laughter to form inside of me. If he wasn’t shaking in his fucking boots now, he would be the second I wrapped my hands around his throat.
“Killer… If that’s even what you would like to be referred to as?” He questioned me like I was dumb, causing my muscles to ache, with built up tension. I had given them many a chance to explain themselves so why was I not dismembering their bodies?
“You won’t have enough time to say my name, let alone remember it once I rip your body apart. Of course I’ll start with your throat, I hate it when my prey screams as I pull their limbs from the body.” I sneered, trying not to lose focus on the important things here. Things like the girl and finding out where I was.
The man smirked, still seeming nonetheless un-phased by my anger, “I’ll just call you Killer since we have no paperwork on who you’re.” He stepped closer to me and I forced my fingers to move, to grip the sheets in rage. My body was still in some sort of penalization.
“You’re a Killer, right? You were made to do this correct?” His eyes narrowed. In them a hate that mirrored my own lingered. Did I not just tell him I would rip him from limb to limb? “To rip people to shreds, to kill, and not care that you’re doing so? To be relentless by nature, to rip life from those that you seek unfit of living?” He was mind-fucking me. Trying to get me to spill something, a secret, an answer, anything. My mind and body told me to lock everything up that I needed to hide inside myself, but I had never been a runner, a person to hide from the dark that lingered around every corner.
“I don’t think you know who I am at all.” My teeth ground together, and somehow I had managed to bite the inside of my cheek. The taste of blood filling my mouth, caused a haze to fall over my mind.
“Because if you did know who I was you would’ve been running for the hills already,” I whispered to him, making sure he understood the finality in my voice. I would end him and his pathetic life the second I could get my body to react. My hands wouldn’t move, but my legs, my legs had carried me a few steps. If only I could get the blood to move to other places.
“I’m not scared of you, Killer.” A smile formed on his face. “No one is.” He finished, and I could feel his voice drifting off in my head, the darkness gripping at me.
“You will be,” I snarled just as I fell into the abyss.
“Where are you?” The person asking the question repeated himself many times but I continued to shake my head, over and over again ignoring him. My stomach was on the verge of pouring its contents out.
“I told you I don’t know,” I screamed as searing pain shot through my eyes. The images before me played out like a play, colors of every spectrum showed, and I smiled as an image of Maggie filtered into the dark spots.
“Do you not understand the severity of your actions, Killer? Do you not understand that with her birth comes your death?” The man was talking in circles, circles that I refused to follow him through. Instead, I continued staring at images of Maggie and me from the past.
Happiness filled my chest, lifting me up. I had to find her, bring her home, and show her just how much I loved her. Just how sorry I was for breaking us both, for causing our damnation.
“Your memories of her are very strong.” The man once again interrupted the wonderful play going on inside of my head. Oh god, how I wished for peace and quiet.
“You know nothing,” was all I murmured not wanting to ruin the precious minutes I had with her. He didn’t know Maggie. He couldn’t. No one did. Only I did. She was mine. All mine.
“He’s going into shock, dose him up and then bring her in. When he wakes up, he needs to see her.” I could hear their whispers, and it was then that I realized just how far gone I was.
Where was I really, and what had they done with the girl, who I now understood as Maggie?
Table of Contents
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Acknowledgments
Project: Rogue