somehow.
“Wasting my time is my business. I mean this actually helps my case. I planned on changing your trainer anyway, but this just proved that it needs to happen immediately.” Ty’s eyes met mine and I swear I could see the flicker of a memory in the back of my mind, but the second I blinked it wiped any trace of it away.
“Over my dead fucking body!” Killer’s voice was deathly cold, sending a chill down my spine. The shock had hit me hard, as anxiety filled my belly, and a pain had started to form in my chest at the very thought of them separating Killer and I. Could they even do that? The better question was, would Killer let them do that?
“Then I guess you’re going to be dead here soon because it’s happening and there isn’t a fucking thing you can do about it.” Ty smiled, genuine happiness showing in his features.
“Try me fucker, try me… I dare you!” Killer’s fingers dug into my back as he tried to make me move so he could rip Ty’s throat out. I understood the anger he was feeling but knew there was nothing either of us could do about it. If Ty said we had to do something, we did. They had the right to throw us out on the streets if we caused any problems and as much as I hated it, I knew that we had a better chance of surviving here than out there where people looked at you like a dog that needed to be put down. People were afraid of the things they didn’t understand, and they refused to see the inhumane things that were inflicted upon all of us Project members.
“You could always appeal it, but then again I make the rules and since you aren’t all that high up on my list of people I like I’m fairly sure that nothing will change.” Ty’s smart mouth was going to get him killed, even I knew that. Killer raged like a trapped bull behind me. I wanted to react, to say something, but I knew it would do me no good.
We were both trapped, and now we were being separated.
“Watch your back Ty, someone might rip your fucking spine out one of these days.” Killer’s words were so forced that I wondered if he was on the verge of reverting back to his old self the man he was before I found him.. I never got the chance to say anything to him, though, because as soon as he spoke he walked away, leaving me alone with the monster that was hell bent on ripping us both apart.
Seven
K iller
T he smell of blood permeated the air, so much so that I could practically taste it on my tongue. Vengeance. It was the only thing on my mind, the desire to rip away the air another person was breathing. I had an agenda and at the top of it was to kill.
“Please don’t…” A female voice begged off to my right. I rolled over onto my side more than ready to slit someone’s throat. Something stopped me from acting on that thought the moment I laid eyes on her. I was drawn to her dark hair, soft skin, and delicate features; she looked just like a porcelain doll.
The thirst for blood was there, but the need was far less than it had ever been before. I titled my head at the angelic being before me, wondering what it was about her that made me want to forgive and forget. I reached out pushing a piece of her hair from her face, admiring its softness between my two fingers.
My eyes lingered on that single strand, the fragileness of it and how in a second with a single pull of my fingers it could be ripped away. Then I noticed the blood. It was everywhere; across her forehead, in her hair, on her long slender fingers that were right next to her head. I took in a deep breath, bringing her scent in through my nostrils. Skimming my nose across her cheek I could smell my own scent against her skin and knew she was of some importance to me. Not just anyone got to stay around me long enough to wear my scent.
Then it hit me.
“Mags?”
I flew up out of bed, startled by the memory that had entered my dreamy mind as I slept. Sweat poured off of me with every heavy breath I took in, my heart racing as if I
“Wasting my time is my business. I mean this actually helps my case. I planned on changing your trainer anyway, but this just proved that it needs to happen immediately.” Ty’s eyes met mine and I swear I could see the flicker of a memory in the back of my mind, but the second I blinked it wiped any trace of it away.
“Over my dead fucking body!” Killer’s voice was deathly cold, sending a chill down my spine. The shock had hit me hard, as anxiety filled my belly, and a pain had started to form in my chest at the very thought of them separating Killer and I. Could they even do that? The better question was, would Killer let them do that?
“Then I guess you’re going to be dead here soon because it’s happening and there isn’t a fucking thing you can do about it.” Ty smiled, genuine happiness showing in his features.
“Try me fucker, try me… I dare you!” Killer’s fingers dug into my back as he tried to make me move so he could rip Ty’s throat out. I understood the anger he was feeling but knew there was nothing either of us could do about it. If Ty said we had to do something, we did. They had the right to throw us out on the streets if we caused any problems and as much as I hated it, I knew that we had a better chance of surviving here than out there where people looked at you like a dog that needed to be put down. People were afraid of the things they didn’t understand, and they refused to see the inhumane things that were inflicted upon all of us Project members.
“You could always appeal it, but then again I make the rules and since you aren’t all that high up on my list of people I like I’m fairly sure that nothing will change.” Ty’s smart mouth was going to get him killed, even I knew that. Killer raged like a trapped bull behind me. I wanted to react, to say something, but I knew it would do me no good.
We were both trapped, and now we were being separated.
“Watch your back Ty, someone might rip your fucking spine out one of these days.” Killer’s words were so forced that I wondered if he was on the verge of reverting back to his old self the man he was before I found him.. I never got the chance to say anything to him, though, because as soon as he spoke he walked away, leaving me alone with the monster that was hell bent on ripping us both apart.
Seven
K iller
T he smell of blood permeated the air, so much so that I could practically taste it on my tongue. Vengeance. It was the only thing on my mind, the desire to rip away the air another person was breathing. I had an agenda and at the top of it was to kill.
“Please don’t…” A female voice begged off to my right. I rolled over onto my side more than ready to slit someone’s throat. Something stopped me from acting on that thought the moment I laid eyes on her. I was drawn to her dark hair, soft skin, and delicate features; she looked just like a porcelain doll.
The thirst for blood was there, but the need was far less than it had ever been before. I titled my head at the angelic being before me, wondering what it was about her that made me want to forgive and forget. I reached out pushing a piece of her hair from her face, admiring its softness between my two fingers.
My eyes lingered on that single strand, the fragileness of it and how in a second with a single pull of my fingers it could be ripped away. Then I noticed the blood. It was everywhere; across her forehead, in her hair, on her long slender fingers that were right next to her head. I took in a deep breath, bringing her scent in through my nostrils. Skimming my nose across her cheek I could smell my own scent against her skin and knew she was of some importance to me. Not just anyone got to stay around me long enough to wear my scent.
Then it hit me.
“Mags?”
I flew up out of bed, startled by the memory that had entered my dreamy mind as I slept. Sweat poured off of me with every heavy breath I took in, my heart racing as if I
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