Chapter 6
SILAS
Oakley knows.
Oakley knows.
Oakley knows.
It’s all I’ve been able to think about for the last hour. Hedy’s taking him and Mav on the cave tour, and I need her to hurry the fuck up because Oakley saw my eyes and he knows I’m a freak. Not how bad—but enough.
Thankfully, Anders said he just put that sick fuck in the kill tank.
I need this. God, I need it so bad.
I watch the entrance to the cave like a stalker and breathe a sigh of relief when Hedy, Mav, and Oakley exit. Hedy is talking to Oakley about the test he’s going to run on everyone involved in Maverick’s initiation.
So. Yeah. This needs to happen now.
I wait till they disappear into the pretty office building, then make my way down in the elevator. Through the main cavern, past all the smaller ones, down the stairs—where I pass Anders—and into the dungeon.
I’ve already called dibs on three of the prisoners. I save them like baseball cards. Or maybe a favorite wine. Killing is my day job, but these are the ones I save for when it’s dire. For when drawing blood feels like oxygen. For when I really need to make it count.
I approach the side cave and open the door by scanning my hand and then tapping in the code.
The door automatically closes behind me. The man in the polo shirt stops pacing. There is a thick wall of plexiglass between him and me.
He approaches. Looks to the large button that pulls the plexiglass into the ceiling. Cracks his neck.
I take a deep breath. Let the energy consume me. Fall into the black.
I hit the button.
Sometimes it’s easier to just stand in the room during the automatic wash than to get into the shower.
This is why I keep extra clothes down here.
That settled, I hit the code for the incinerator, taking care of what’s left of the man in the polo. Edison had it installed once he realized that I truly enjoy taking someone down to the atoms.
And this monster? He deserved everything I gave him. I love it when they die terrified.
It makes me feel a little more human.
I wonder what Oakley would think of that.
That reminds me. This one took a little longer than I had anticipated, and now I’m late for Oakley’s test.
I curse as I exit the room.
That fucking test.
As soon as I take it, he’ll know.
He’ll know.