Anastasia's P.O.V
We sat by the pool talking about the latest movies. It was pretty cool that he loved romantic movies as much as I did. I said what I did in the elevator earlier on just to mess with him; just to make him have a taste of the medicine he wanted to feed me with, and it worked; there was a drop of cold sweat trickling down his face. But it didn't make me feel any better—I only felt worse.
For some reason, I once again felt that Justin was innocent. I really felt like just calling off the whole plan but that would be trying to achieve the impossible; Alex had probably already mounted his sniper in Starlight Hotel for the past forty- five minutes, aiming his cute, little head and all he needed was my signal.
We had been staring into the beautiful, blue transparent water for up to a minute when Justin broke the silence.
"Ana…" He called out softly. 'Why the hell did he call me Ana?' I asked myself; only dad had the right to call me that! 'He better stick with Anastasia for the remaining minutes of his damn life!' I thought coldly. Anyway, I still answered.
"Huh?"
"I got a confession to make." He declared. I knew he was about to tell me everything, about his belief that my dad was the killer of his parents and his plans to kill him but it was too late for him. I already knew everything.
"Yeah… what is it?" I asked in a calm tone even though I was gradually being consumed by curiosity. I was afraid to look at his face because I was afraid if I did, my heart would just melt for him.
He took a deep breath and waited and every second he waited felt like an hour to me. He should just get it over with.
"Okay." He finally uttered. "I really really like you." He confessed. That was not what I expected at all. Why the hell did he have to be telling me this now?!
"I'm not really good with emotions but the first day I saw you, I knew you were the one for me." Jeez! Was he proposing or something?
And to be honest, I did like him too… a whole freaking lot but since dad told me the truth about him, everything just faded away. I really didn't know what to do; tell him the truth and get my heart broken sooner or later by the tragedy of his death or just keep away.
My heart didn't let me make that choice; "I like you too." I finally confessed and it felt like I got a whole load of weight off my shoulders. How the hell did those words just fly out of my mouth like that??
I looked into his beautiful, glinting blue eyes and it was real. Everything he said was real. It'd take a really good liar to convince me this much. I unconsciously leaned forward and he did too… then we kissed.
I closed my eyes just to shut everything else in the world out of my mind and that was when everything in my vision changed. I went from seeing black to seeing a blurry, large room with a king-size bed in it. 'Where the fuck am I??'
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I saw a slightly younger version of Justin in a large room, holding a torch. He walked very slowly to the edge of the bed. Everything was just so blurry but somehow, I could see properly enough. The whole thing seemed like a horror movie and for some reason; I didn't want to see what was going to happen next. Why the hell was I seeing all of this and how was I supposed to make it stop?
He called out "Mom," but no one answered.
Then he slowly lifted the blanket and saw two absolutely lifeless bodies underneath it. He screamed almost simultaneously. I could feel the grief in his voice, the despair! Then he began to weep. It was so pitiful. Damn the man who killed them!
I recognized the man the instant I saw his lifeless face. He was Davis Cole—the wrestler dad showed me in that magazine… the one he said was murdered. And he was lying next to his dead wife. Again, why the hell was I seeing all this? I already knew all there was to know.
'Maybe God was just trying to show me the truth before I could make the mistake of my life.' My mind suggested to me and I agreed with it.
It was as if the movie was fast forwarded because the next thing I saw, which also surprised me the most was Justin, standing by the road, moving his hand up and down and a black car which I hadn't taken note of earlier on, followed its movement, getting destroyed by the asphalt road multiple times.
He stopped a while later and someone crawled out of the mutilated car with a gun strapped across his chest. 'He must have been the killer,' I thought. He then brought the person close to him—the person literally floated to him. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. This has got to be a Marvel movie or something.
He began talking, "You're the one who killed my parents, right?!" He sounded so devastated even though he tried to his best pull himself together.
"What are you talking about?" He asked in denial.
"Don't play dumb with me. You're with a fucking gun!"
"That doesn't mean I'm the one to blame for anything. I don't even know who your parents are or what you're talking about. Please just let me go." He sounded like he was telling the truth but I'm guessing what kept Justin stuck to his belief was because the man was with a gun. Really, what was he doing with a gun and at that time of the night??
They kept going back and forth; Justin was so sure the man was the murderer but he continuously claimed to be innocent.
"Man, this is gonna end badly for you if you don't comply." he threatened in a perfectly serious voice. The man was still kneeling on the floor; immobile and with numerous glass shards stuck in different parts of his body.
"But I've told you all I know already; nothing!"
The man's hand began twisting abnormally as he shouted out in anguish and before long, it broke and he let out a loud scream. It must have been Justin that used his abilities or whatever he called them, to break his hand. He was so brutal. He was looking hideous and mutilated before then but Justin just made it a whole lot worse.
"I told you it wasn't going to end well for you." He stated in a harsh tone. "Now speak!"
"I'm going to your left hand." He declared in a less serious voice. I could sense the fear in the man's eyes.
If someone had told me Justin was capable of doing something like this, I wouldn't have believed it but I was seeing it with my own eyes. I guess dad was right all along then—Justin really was a devil! And I was wrong; God didn't want to show me that I was about to make a mistake… He just wanted to show me that the guy I thought I liked was no good and that whatever step I was about to take was for my own well-being.
"Okay, okay… I'll tell you." He finally gave up. For a moment I was actually convinced that he had nothing to do with their deaths.
The man had flowing and curly black hair and white skin which was now bloodied. The thing that got me confused was; 'If Justin had met this man before, why the fuck was he still after daddy?' Dad had short, bright red hair and the man had long, curly black hair. No right-minded person could mistake that! I felt some kind of joy resonating through me at the realization that dad was actually innocent.
I kept my fingers crossed, waiting for his response when the man unexpectedly pulled a pistol from his back and shot at Justin. Surprisingly, he didn't move… it was like nothing happened to him. My belief was reinforced when I heard a metal fall on the road. It was the bullet!
Okay. How the fuck did he do that?? I was just so confounded. How does he even have superpowers? How are superpowers even real?
"What! How did you do that?" He asked as if he read my mind. Justin merely smiled sheepishly.
"You're smart but not smart enough." He broke the second hand remorselessly. "Now tell me… Who the fuck sent you!?" Justin asked, yelling.
"It's your dad's rival."
"Call names!" He commanded. Again, I crossed my fingers tightly hoping it won't be daddy.
"John Mark Coyde," He dropped the bomb. The name slapped me so hard. It couldn't be dad. Of course it couldn't be dad. Maybe it was someone else who shared the exact same name with him. Why would he ever think of doing such a thing? "…the retired wrestler; now businessman," he added. Wow! It actually was him.
"That son of a gun. I should've known." He cursed and thanked the 'mystery man' for the info.
"You're welcome. Can I get the hell outta here now?"
"Are you kidding me?" I literally saw that coming. "Whoever said you were going to…" He paused quite abruptly. He then moved the long, curly hair covering the man's face to the side.
"Luis Baxter?" He asked unbelievably. I heard that name before—Luis Baxter. Then it hit me; he was the man dad said had killed Justin's parents. Well, it all made sense but what was dad's involvement in this whole shit? He probably just wanted to implicate him.
"Yay! It's me, Luis Baxter." Luis said sarcastically. I wondered how he was still able to be sarcastic with Justin after both of his hands had been broken.
"So you're the murderer? Why did you do this? Why?" He asked hysterically. He sounded so heart-broken, so betrayed. Did he know the man?
"Well, I wasn't happy that your dad was winning everything and every time." Such a freaking dumb reason to give. "It was always because of him we won. He was taking all the fans and money and I wasn't happy about it.
"So I teamed up with Coyde and we planned I'll terminate him." What the fuck?! So dad was actually the one that sent him? The shock was unbearable…. It was so damn intense; I think I was hyperventilating. He continued; "I'll get my fame back and he'll get his revenge. It was a great deal!" Why the hell did dad have to do that? I trusted him with all my heart but he just threw it away. Is that how egoistic he actually is?
Justin used whatever supernatural ability he had to make the man take his broken hand which held a pistol, to the side of his head. Please don't tell me he was about to kill him. He had already suffered enough.
But looking at it from Justin's perspective, he hadn't suffered up to 20% of what he was supposed to suffer. Now I get why he's after dad.
Luis struggled to get his hand out of that position but he couldn't—it was fruitless.
"You're the one he teamed up with and you both won together, right?" Luis kept mute. Oh… so he knew him before. "So why did you kill him? How could you have killed your teammate?" He sounded like he was sobbing. It was so saddening.
Hell, I was so furious daddy lied to me. Justin actually wasn't the villain—he was! How could he have been heartless enough to kill someone's parents just because he was won in a wrestling match? A wrestling match! My head spun and I felt a slight headache hit the right side of my brain.
"I was jealous of him, okay?" Damn, his reasons were so baseless. In fact, there can't possibly be any good reason for killing an innocent woman; a mother! For God's sake, she has nothing to do with the whole thing… he should have just let her live.
"So you killed him just because you were jealous of him? You couldn't strive to be better than him?" He looked down and nodded shamefully… like a child who was being punished by his father.
"Your problem was with my dad so why did you kill my mom?" I felt really bad for him… both his parents killed at the same time, by the same people. Dammit! If I was in his shoes, daddy would have been six underground by now.
"Thanks man, you've just made me an orphan." He said and wiped his tears. "Just do me a favor and help me tell John I said 'hey' when you see him… In hell!"
"Please don't do this to me!" Was he for real?
"You're the bitch that killed my parents and you're telling me to let you go? Such a dreamer," he spat. "This is for my parents."
"I'm so sorry." It sounded like he was actually sobbing. I'm guessing he was afraid of losing his life since he knew what Justin was capable of. But what more was there to lose when he's already lost two damn hands?
"Forget it. You can't bring them back to life, or can you?" He asked and made him pull the trigger. The bullet pierced through his skull and he dropped dead. It was such a cold death. Blood rushed out of his head and formed a pool.