*Mature content*
You have been warned.
POV:
Nym
After I brutally tortured and killed Justin I delivered the bodies to my clean-up crew in the outskirts of North Limbra.They would make it seem that they died in a private jet crash over the Alps. Very few traces would be found, but there would be just enough to prove that they died in the fire from the crash. I had worked with them for many many years.
I asked Emimile if I could go and save the children that Justin had tortured. She told me that I could go, but only on one condition. I would have to take the next week off afterwards. She knew that I was hurting really bad, and my mind was tearing itself apart. My body continued to shake with unbridled rage.
I was seething with fury. To do something like that to children was something that I could never forgive. They are the real monsters of the dark that could never be described as humans, but am I also a monster? I must be because killing people doesn't faze me. I cannot be human with all of the atrocities that I had commited. My mind began to grow numb.
I called in a helicopter to pick me up inside the city atop the Ivory tower at 1:00 P.M. sharp. I locked up the room and my house. I practically sprinted into my car; I forcefully jammed my keys into the ingnition. My mouth gaped open for air as tears flooded down my face. I was trying to scream, but no sound would grace my vocal chords. Why must this happen to children. Its just like back then. More tears flooded my face until I could cry no more. My eyes burned. I turned on the radio and sped off. I MUST SAVE THOSE CHILDREN. I CANNOT FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODS FAIL.
I parked my car in the lot and called the buisness to come pick it up because i was done with my mission here. I entered the Ivory tower with my face covered with my wig and sunglasses. The ivory colored walls with beautiful decor and a crystall chandelier filled with various sapphires. Many exotic plants were in the room and it smelled of leather. The receptionist turned to look at me before returning back to work. I entered the elivator and pushed the button for the roof.
After three minutes I arrived at my destination. I walked over to see a helicopter with its blades spinning. I entered the helicopter. "Well hey now, isn't this the lovely"I interupted Gary. "Shut the hell up!" I yelled and put on my headphones. "Well someone is in a pissy mood." he grumbled and began to fly off of the helicopter pad.
I took out a make-up wipe from my bag and began to remove my tear stained make-up. Gary looked back at me and grimaced. He hated it when he saw me upset, after all, according to him I should always wear my smile. He would tell me that tears are the most precious gems to shed. Don't let others cause those gems to spill over or cloud those beautiful eyes. He usually made me smile; he was genuienly kind to me. He did not judge me for what I had done.
My head began to slide down the seat. The sound of the bass and drums filled my headphones. The music lulled me to sleep with the assistance of the rhythmic sounds of the blades slicing through the brisk autumn air. The sound was constant unlike my life and it was comforting. He looked back at my sleeping expression and a soft smile grew on his face.
He was like a big brother that I never had. His care for me made me happy. This trip would take ten hours to get to my destination. I began to dream about my past, and all of the atrocities of my childhood with my little sister.