Nicolas
Then I have the same dream as always.
I am cold. I am ready. There is no turning back now. I know what I must do. Though I am too scared to move. Why is this happening? What have I done to deserve this? As I battled through the crowd as I am moving against it. The waves of people swarmed at me. Everything goes dark as I begin to feel dizzy. It is happening.
This is it.
I moved into the little cubby hole beside the cupboard. I don't feel pity for the three others that I forced to come here. They are mere pawns. For my grandfather's game. This is our deal. One thing I don't want to uphold. I dash past one of the people who are most likely going to die today. Just as I turn the corner the other people walk up to me "Nicolas" the tall girl says I freeze
"Ahh...you found me" I say jokingly as I shift my feet while they talk about the lights going out. I began to panic, have they found out it was me?
The person I just ran past has caught up with us. I am surrounded by. My heart begins to pace as they begin to ask about my whereabouts. I shake my head softly "I was in the janitor's office trying to find tools" 'that's not true' I think to myself 'This is going to be a pain' I block out my thoughts as I walk to the school stairs "come guys there is something up here" I know there is nothing but there is no point in saying so. It would make me seem untrustworthy. I look left and right before I slowly open the door to the gym. Split up time.
I get put with the short guy that is a wasp. That picks his nose and eats it! 'This is no good, they're onto me' I block that thought out. "I guess I must keep you alive..." I say to him. He nods, as I climb up the rope as he climbs up right after me. This is good. I quickly cut a bit of rope in front of me. "Get down it's going to fall!" I yell and I watch him try to get down. There are more people. Good. The rope breaks and I dangle. The snot eating guy dies crashing to the floor with a massive screech followed by a bone cracking thud.
The smell of blood fills the air as I manage to pull myself up onto the top of the climbing rope. My hands are red and blistered. I cover my nose from the stench. It's getting stronger, this is unbelievably bad. I go down the other rope, and I kick my body. The people in this room are new, fresh, and meat. I sit beside my body as if I was in despair. The gym went silent as the other two I came with enters the gym. "Toby" The tall ginger girl says as she bites her nails. So, his name was Toby. That's a fitting name for him.
"It was an accident. The rope was cut from the top. We never had enough time. I'm so sorry" I say. I was even impressed with my own acting.
As the new people interduce themselves I wonder about the gym locker room. I rip open my locker and take my gun and knife out of it. Grandfather will be so proud of me. I stuff the weapons away into my Jeans just as the new people's leader calls for me to be where they can see me. I gloomily head into the gym. "Name Nicolas, never ever call me something else" I receive nods.
This might seem odd, but I never had parents, and my parents called me Nicolas since it was like people in the Percy Jackson book series. One, I am not in a book, two, just no. No gods or demigods. My grandfather took me in, and he is a pure-blooded killer. That is what I like about him. I get away with everything. Even this. He'd back me up. Since I am his filthy criminal. I don't hate what I have become. I hate what I am. I was so pathetic that I couldn't stand it still. That was me in the past, not me. I had no plans and no reason to keep going. Now I do.
I walk past Toby's dead body as the new people there eye me. This killing isn't going well. I glare at their leaders as they urge us out. This is not good at all. These people don't separate. I can tell.
I decided to follow. Out of spite of it, of course. Nothing else could have gotten me this far.
The leader of the new people's group is upsetting me. Just by being alive. I need to plan. Fast. The faster this is over, the better. I walk quietly but swiftly. I make sure my pace is matching to their leaders. I decide that it is best to make small talk "What is your name, Mr. Leader?"
"Daniel"
I nodded, leaving us in combatable silence. Then he whispers "you seemed heartbroken, I am sorry for your loss. No need to act tough in front of me"
That hits me like a train. This is the first person I have been sent to kill. That I almost want to protect. "That's nice. Thank you" my voice comes out strained and it's all for the wrong reasons, but he doesn't have to know that. That I want him to stay alive. Until my last evil deed is done.
"Listen here, Daniel" the red headed male in his group says "that guy beside you is unwelcome news. He must have been the one who killed Tobbe?"
"Toby"
"of course, you remember that, remember that he is trouble"
I knew the 'he' this conversation was me. "Speaking about someone like that is rude" I give him a smile.
"you're crazy" He snarls
I am just about to retaliate when Daniel says "Stop it Greg" ...Shame, I can't kill him, or it'd be on my back.
Daniel isn't happy but he acts brilliantly. I follow him like a lost puppy until he must go to the bathroom. Then I waited outside.
I heard a scream. I rush inside and the ginger guy is bleeding on the floor. This is good? Or is it a shame that I didn't get the chance?
The Toby guy and the brainless idiot Greg are dead. One was my kill one was this, Daniel. I smirk at Daniel as he walks beside me. "That one was on you" I say before heading through the fire exit. I rushed up the stairs. Alone. All alone. Completely, alone. I shudder at the thought of my grandfather's wrath.
I decided it's best to not disturb him by saying I got help from a stranger. That would be the worst way to annoy him, even in his best moods. Best not wind him up. That would end badly, so bad that I'd be in hospital for months on end.
The thought of that makes me want to vomit in the bathroom. It would be agony to put up with the pain of being beaten half to death. Then get put back alive to repeat it all over until I go insane like the others before me. That would be the worst workable way to die.
I force my face to remain unfazed by not showing a single emotion and forcing myself to act tougher than how I feel right now. I walk quickly as I approach my group "the numbers are right? Daniel is behind me" I received a nod from someone in my original group.
Daniel comes up behind me "boo" I startle, this wasted 32 seconds of my life. As I finally decide to get right back on track, Daniel keeps smiling at me. It's creepy.
I make sure there is no one around before I sneer "what are you doing smiling like that, no one will even guess that I've seen you kill one of your own." I act as if there is nothing wrong with it, keeping my tone all light and clear.
"People decide when to live and when to die, when they are born." he shrugs "I just helped him with the choice" That sounded very unrealistic as far as it could be. Like farting rainbows. I roll my eyes as that insane thought came to me, farting rainbows! Like hell would that happen.
I shove past Daniel as I decide to try and separate someone from my original group again. "Maya, can you come here to share your wisdom, it's kind of personal" I try to sound pleading, not sure if I had managed but Maya finds an empty class and beckons me in. Then she speaks "if this is about being gay or anything we all know" my anger flares "since you and Daniel are so close within a short period of time while trying to escape from is insane little git that has us trapped here." I like the way she describes me; I'll let her spread it. For now. I nodded, letting her think whatever she wanted.
"We still can't trust him, the ginger in their group is dead" I state, "I never seen Daniel until he was walking towards the body about 3 hallways away from it, then guided him here." I wait for the news to settle "I'm just saying I don't want to lose another one of my friends."
"I know Nicolas, I know you cared for Toby, even when Jade and I never wanted him to come. You made sure he did," Did I? I never thought I'd even try to. He's dead by hand anyways.
"let's go to the others, don't tell Jade this, he's scared enough as it is."
The other group is keeping stuff from me. I hate that feeling of dread as death comes clawing its way to you. I bite back my scream as Daniel picks me up from behind. Blood fills my mouth.
Daniel finally puts me down, but by then my legs are like jelly. As the tall idiot of a leader laughs, I kick him down. There is no one around "spying on my group now?" He sounds very amused. I hate it.
"You have no idea, do you? I have no idea how hard it is to follow my freaking orders when you're messing it up, do you? Do you understand what I'm going through?" I snarl quietly, trying to draw my angry, stormy heart to a calm sunrise.
"You mean following grand duke of-" I slap him. Then I panic, how does he know? Does anyone else know?
"Who are you?"
"Daniel." He shrugs as if it was an easy thing to say.
I do the one thing I swore to myself that I would never do. I ran to my group. Daniel calls after me but I ignore him. The blood roaring in my ears is becoming the sound of my heartbeat.
My group understands and is already packed and moving, we hide in the assembly hall. This is bad, unbelievably bad. "I'm going to try and... Reason with them since they have made no effort to explain to us there is no reason to be sitting here idly, waiting to be hunted for no reason." I rush towards their group; I'm going to kill them off. I reach into my belt for my gun.
I spot Daniel easily. He's the biggest, strongest one of the survivors. There is a chatter about my group, I hear the rumors fly. I cock my gun, silencing it then in I hide in the covers of darkness. I aim at Daniel, but my hand begins to shake, could Maya of been right? Do I really like this idiot of a leader? No. I aim and fire. I hit the guy that was right beside Daniel. No, this can't be happening. I've had my first miss of the target. They're aware I'm here with a gun, just not my identity. Daniel knows, I think but he is just staring at the dead body. "Round up, we have no idea what we are up against but if the shooter comes out, we will welcome them, with open arms." his tone suggests that I'm going to, news flash idiot, I'm not that stupid.
I sneak up onto the top of the lockers, dashing until I narrowly pass Daniel, then I just stand there with my gun safely hidden. "so, what was that bang?" I get yelled at responses such as:
"Did he just kill Finlay?"
"Wasn't he on the ropes with that Toby guy?"
"he's going to kill us all!"
I shout, "I was saying why'd you pick on Maya!"
The room went silent. I knew this would happen. This isn't the worst part before Daniel begins to walk towards me. This is getting worse by the second. No one can know the truth. The truth needs to be hidden.
I stare at Daniel, my breath getting caught in my throat. This can't be happening. "Daniel..."
"Nicolas!"
"What is it you want?"
"To talk privately." everyone goes silent. This can't be happening please, no.
"Very well" I school my impression to one of a calm people who knows what I am doing is right.
"Shall we?" he offers me his arm. I don't take it falling right behind him walking slower than him so I can be right where I need to be to finish him off.
When we are hidden enough Daniel sits on an old teacher's seat. I scowl as he takes a swig of a flask "it's water Nicolas. Relax, I know you tried to kill me right then, but why didn't you? Nothing happened with Maya, and I know as well as you do. That you aren't the only one trying to right the worlds wrongs." I clench my fist into the list of names I have.
"Tobias Duncan, he is 18, held back a year at school, forced way into women's homes. Maya Robertson, 16, prostitute, kills men she sleeps with, killed her new-born. You however are quite the case."
"How come?"
"Daniel, you're here because you enjoy other's pain, almost as much as I do. You're a threat to yourself and others. We can't have you running around free, can we? Or do you think there is another place like the slaughterhouse that will keep you sane enough-"
"you've been there, the slaughterhouse, haven't you?"
"I will not answer questions from a guy who doesn't have the guts to avenge their own family's death. I hate you!" Daniel looks hurt. Very hurt. The worst part about it all is that...
I feel bad about what I have said.
I stared at Daniel as he holds back a sob. I've messed up so bad. I shouldn't care...but I do. I watch Daniel as he clutches his fist into his chest.
"I'm sorry"
"Your words mean nothing to me" I flinch at that response.
"Daniel, listen, I'm so, so sorry that I said that."
"Why?"
"Since none of it was true." Daniel looks up at me.
"I haven't found the killer."
"liar"
"How?"
"I'm right here..." Daniel stares at me before grinning.
"I knew it. You murderer!"
"Kill me...Please." Daniel's smile fades. A cold Icy glare was sent my way.
"Why would I do that? I care about you."
"'I care about you' you don't mean that."
"I do mean it"
I stare at him before thinking about hitting some sense into him. Then he whispers "what are you doing to me? You make me happy, sad, excited and sometimes I can't get you out of my fucking head. Tell me the cure for this, please. I need it to survive this, to survive you."
"Killing me is the only option" I lie.
"Very well" He takes my gun from my belt and aims, falters and I kick him getting the gun back and aiming at him. My hand shakes, I can do this.
"I can't do it" I snap. This could be so easy, but it isn't.
Daniel smiles at me, my heart skips a beat. Not good. Not good at all.
I stare blankly at Daniel.
He's going to be the death of me. I knew it then. I know it now.
What can I do other than play my part? The stupid student who throws fits and kills people who don't deserve life, yet here I am, trying to escape that shitty role. The role that formed me into the monster I am today.
I wait until Daniel snatches the gun away from me and waves it in my face. Vile. How easy it is to take things. And not return them.
I hate men who thing they have it all. I hate that I thought I could have it all. Yet I never could. Daniel aims the gun at me. Tears in his eyes, "don't make me do this...please" I roll my eyes.
"I asked you to since I see how you kill. It's decent enough. Just do it." Daniel's stare turns cold and no emotions lies within it.
I wake up with sweat coating my body as a reminder of the past and Neil is there watching me. "You shouted for someone called Daniel?"
"That is none of your concern"
"Who are you really? Do you not remember yet?" he sounds slightly hurt.
"I remember more than you could know"
I get up and move I walk straight out of the castle Neil following me, I stare at the place I cannot see. I run past the place me and my mother used to go. Before she dies. I never thought I'd need anyone else, the thought of it brought fear at my doorstep. I never knew Neil would be the one making me feel like it is abnormal. To feel like that.
I snap. The anger flaring into my veins as I run back to Neil and kiss him, his diary long forgotten. He kisses me back with equal passion. He pauses in coming closer and pulls back before pulling me closer.
He holds me gently the fear of leaning on him forgotten. All of Neil is mine for now, from his messy golden-brown hair, icy blue eyes, his button nose, soft puffed-up lips and his huge ass feet. Not permanently mine but mine for now.
With that, there is nothing else I can say.
Other than mind your own business.