Darius sat on the ground that was covered with grass and fallen leaves. His mouth was covered in blood so did his hands. His nails had flesh stuck in them. His dark eyes stared blankly at the body of a boy that was torn and wounded at various places.
The chase was fun. Darius enjoyed it as it helped him take his mind away from the pressing thoughts. He could have prolonged that chase, but his throat became as dry as sandpaper. The monster inside him recklessly caught the boy, and after five minutes, his dead body lay on the ground.
Darius was upset... very upset with his father. His parents had never denied anything. He just had to think of a thing, and it would be presented in front of him at the very next moment. Then why they could not understand him this time?
He was tired of this game of hiding and seek. If Edwin O'Dell could kill their spies and eradicate more than half of their espionage network, then why could he not do the same thing?
