"You gonna answer or not?" The silver haired devil asked me. Guess I should stop with my inner turmoils and pay attention to what's going on around me. There is a mad-man in front of me.
"Hahh, no, I don't think all humans are good. Some are real saints, whiles others are truly wicked." I paused and looked pointedly at him. He moves his face, letting the dim light reveal his Cheshire grin. "But I believe we all can be good; people just don't always do good because of something else, because of someone else even. We're all victims of victims, after all." I finished.
He no longer held his eyes on me, turning them to Derek. Derek had finally stopped switching from dreamland to reality. He silently struggled in his leather restraints. The straps never wavered to his fight, he did instead. His wrists were clearly damaged, swelling had already begun from the harsh trauma they had not long ago received.
"Yes, we all can do good… just as we're all capable of terrible things. Right, Derek?" Derek stilled on the table. Hazel eyes clashed with fierce purple of a man who's known sin. I didn't understand the exchange, does Beldam know something about Derek? Something horrible… no-Derek doesn't seem like the type. Even more, what's Beldams definition of terrible? He digs hazel eyes out because he doesn't like them, for god sake! Mind games, Anthony, mind games.
"Hmm, well I'll be right back. I need to get a few things to… prepare. Yes, prepare." Beldam said, he turned his back to me and Derek. As he was about to leave, he stopped right at the door, his hand ready to push the handle open. "You stay here with le violeur. And Anthony, dear," he said looking me in the eye. They were different this time, softer, gentler in their gaze. Why would he look at me like that, like I'm something so precious?
"Yes?" I asked, my heart thumping in my chest.
"Whatever you do, do not let that man loose. For your own sake." And he left, I could see his figure walk into the gym. He glanced back once more before he truly went out of my sight.
Now that he's gone, I'm going to do the thing he headed me not to. I set the knife down on a tool table beside the bed. The straps will be easier to be undone than the ropes I had to untie earlier.
"What's the plan now, I attack while you stand in a corner?" He bitterly grumbled. I rolled my eyes at the impulsive man.
"Wouldn't have turned out this way if someone hadn't fallen for that very evident trap." I snapped right back. Something flashes in the man's eyes, but I ignore it and continue to undo him. The straps on his feet are done, now I make it to his dislocated wrist. The connection between hand and forearm twisted in an unnatural angle. As gently as I can, I grabbed the injury checking if there were any other complications.
"Ahh, fuck! What the hell are you doing?" Derek groaned in pain.
"I'm checking to make sure I can pop this puppy back into place. It'll hurt, but you'll be able to use it, although limitedly." It doesn't seem like there was any breakage, any visible anyway. So, without warning, I twisted the joint back into place.
"Motherfucker!!" He gritted through clenched teeth. Veins bulged as his muscles strained against the restraints that were still on his arms. I know it hurts, but damn not that much. I remember when I was a kid, I dislocated my wrist when I fell off a ladder. It didn't hurt that much, even after Ma popped it back in. I was fine to go. Then again, I don't entirely remember the event.
As Derek whine about the pain, I released that hand and checked his other one. It's not broke, just bruised. "Beldam didn't hurt you too much. Both hands seem to be fully functional, just sore." I said more to myself than him. With his freedom, Derek sat up rubbing his wrist carefully, a thoughtful look in his eyes.
"What are you, a doctor?" He asked, a glimmer of something I didn't know there.
"No, but I'm going to school to be one. Enough about that, though. We have to think of a new plan to get out of here." I walked around the room hunting for anything useful other than the knife. The cabinets under the sink were empty, they just exposed the plumbing underneath. I went to the door of medical supplies, standing in front of the number pad. I pressed the number 0 until an error sound happened. Seven numbers are needed to open the door, probably a birthday. I look over to Derek to find him just staring at me, not doing anything to help.
"Are you just gonna sit there or are you gonna help? I don't know if you have noticed or not, but he could be back any second." I said flatly, Derek didn't say anything in return. I huffed and went back to looking around the room. And in all honesty, it was a waste of time. Everything was locked or bolted firmly to the wall. Why can't there be just one rusty or loose thing?
I stood looking into the empty gym room, there were plenty of heavy objects in there. I could bash his head with one and knock him out. Grabbing the long steel handle of the glass door, I tried to turn it. It wouldn't budge…
"Fuck me…" I cursed quietly. The glass couldn't be that hard to break, glass is fragile. I've broken mirrors before, probably the reason I have such shitty karma. I brought my fist back, and with all my force, struck the one-way mirror. Pain ripped through my arm, but I kept it to myself. There wasn't even a crack in the glass. I let out a frustrated sigh. Why can't anything be simple? I like mysteries and all, but damn, doesn't mean I was that good at them.
I heard the plop of feet on ground behind, but never turned around. There's only one other person with me, what's the point. "Hey, Derek. Maybe we could still use our original plan. Ambush him when he comes into the room, stab his arm or leg to weaken him. Tie him up and get the hell out."
Derek didn't say anything, but I just continued to narrate. "Beldam more than likely has his keys on him, including the ones to his car. Even if he is aware of our potential plan, it would still be hard to counter."
"You could use the hose and spray him when he comes in. It would prove to be a good distraction." Derek finally contributed to the conversation. His attention would be fully on being sprayed down.
"Yeah, that would work. Then we can do anything we want and get out." I exclaimed excitedly.
"Yes, anything we want." Derek said behind me, his tone was odd, but I brushed it off.
With our plan set, Derek went behind where the door would open, knife ready in hand. I went over to the hose, crimped it, and turned the water to full blast. And we waited. Minutes passed with nothing happening. Just the buzzing of the lights and my unsteady heartbeat. I'm not gonna lie, Beldams exchange with Derek has got me unnerved. I just have this foreboding feeling. It's... weird. Everything just seems so...off. Too simple, yet so complicated all at the same time. Why am I really here? Who is Beldam? Who is Derek?
My focus shifts when the door to the gym opens. It's like everything goes into slow motion. My entire body tenses as he slowly approaches the mirrored door. He stops just short of the door. His lips move, but I hear nothing but my own pounding heart. He lifts his right hand and pushes the door open. Purple eyes land on the lit-up table, clean of any bodies. No reaction, like he expected to see no one there, which is until he sees me with the hose. I release the beast as a powerful jet sprays him. I was expecting fire hose power, I got garden hose. It served its purpose, fortunately.
The water confused him long enough for Derek to take a stab at him. His blade sliced into Beldams shoulder; a stream of red droplets flying off the swinging edge. Dots littered the wall and gym floor before getting washed away in the water. Beldam didn't seem too fazed, just a bit staggered from the abrupt strike. Derek took the chance anyway to deliver another blow, he whipped the knife diagonally, trying to cut his chest. The strike didn't hit, the soaked man had jumped backwards, but that also was his downfall.
Literally, the water covering the floor caused it to become slick. His dodge had caused him to slip hard onto the floor. I had already cut off the hose when Beldam fell. Derek made his way to the downed man, he jumped on top of him and wielded the knife high above his head. The knife was a flash of lightning aiming at the silver hair man's chest. It was all so sudden; I couldn't get the words out to stop Derek. This wasn't the plan. I don't want to see someone die when I could have prevented it. Not today, Satan.
The knife never made it to his heart, thankfully. Beldam had raised his left arm just in time. The knife pierced right through his flesh, the sharp tip protruding on the other side. Derek continued to shove it deeper into his arm, trying his best to overpower the man beneath him and pierce his beating organ. Instead of letting the contest of strength carry on, Beldam punched Derek with his right and shoved him off. Derek was rolled across the floor.
On unsteady legs, the black clothed man stood up grabbing the knife in his arm. His hair hung in his face as he tried to pull the lodged weapon out of his skin. Blood flowed from the large wound, droplets splattering onto the floor from his fingertips. Little by little, red covered steel slide out of his open skin. He threw the tool away towards the still open door.
His attention was fully on Derek now. The bodybuilder was already on his feet from the earlier shove, squaring off with each other. No one moved, nothing was said. The only sound that could be heard was heavy breathing and dripping blood. The tension was thick as butter, and I can't believe it's not butter. Despite its thickness, anything could break this delicate balance, even a subtle twitch. Beldam chanced a glance at me, and that's when The Fire Nation attacked. And when I say Fire Nation, I mean Derek. In those brief seconds, Derek launched from his spot, tackling Beldam to the ground. He landed a few punches on the other man's face.
I didn't just idle and watch, this time. While they were busy with each other, I dashed for the bloody knife on the ground. Sticky blood covered the stainless-steel knife. Picking it up, some of the residue blood pooled and dripped onto my hand. Something within me… was mesmerized by it. The razor-sharp knife glazed with still warm blood, dripping on my hands. The way the bead left a cherry red line trailing down my hand. It enthralled me… and more importantly… it terrified me to no end.
Mercifully, I didn't have the time to think about this revelation. Looking back at the battle scene, Beldam had flipped Derek under him. Derek was getting a true beating. Blood was trailing out his nose, even more since that kick. And once again, the mauve eyed man had his back to me. For being a serial killer who locks everything in his house, he sure does trust me a lot for no apparent reason. He should really stop, all I'm gonna do is stab him in the back.
Before I even knew it, I was behind the brawling men. Well, brawling man, Derek was like a punching bag on the floor. Do I really want to stab him Beldam, though? Bringing the knife down, I can see it tearing through the muscles on his back, ripping flesh and clothes apart. The force shatters his rib bones, allowing me to reach his lungs.
I watch as the blood pours like a broken dam, soaking everything in maroon, inside and out. Those delicate pink sacks slowly fill; he would suffocate by drowning in his own blood. He falls to the side, groaning in pain and gasping for breath. Each second, he struggles to breath as it becomes increasingly unbearable. Violent coughs erupt from him, blood flying out of his mouth. A pond of blood slowly surrounds him, and he looks at me. He smiles that unholy smile; those eyes have the same sinful grin. Nothing could be heard, just his labored breaths until… there was nothing. And I... I was standing over him with that same grin, his grin.