Chapter 22
SINN'OUS
The lunch bells mark the lifting of lockdown. It was a short lockdown considering how much blood was splattered all over.
Did they even wash it away? Or will they give the kitchen workers a mop and bucket and tell them to have at it.
The cafeteria is a hyper ball of energy, zapping all over and driving Sinn'ous to insanity. Small-minded people with nothing better to do then jump at a murder that isn’t even their own.
It’s sad really, almost like living vicariously through someone else is all they can manage of their pathetic existences’.
No accomplishments of their own, they have to treasure his kill.
He hadn’t planned on coming here, but his conscious mind and legs are on two separate channels. Separated by a vast sea of indifference, and a swirling riptide of pride. Pride in the sacrifice and the need to share it with the one it is meant for.
Levis dared to try to take what belongs to Sinn'ous. So he made sure the problem was solved.
Jasper Marcelo is mine to kill.
And his prey is right in the thick of grey men, an orange light calling to Sinn'ous. Their eyes lock, drawn together through everything they have shared. He holds the connection, settling into his usual place at the empty table left for him, and him alone. The question is written all over the boy’s face.
It lingers there while he studies his prize, the innocence in those green irises.
Then he drops his chin in a small nod, giving Jasper the answer to the loudly spoken question between them.
A flood gate opens in his prey, emotions flickering over features turned pale.
It’s bemusing. Watching the dread, shock, understanding, horror, resignation spill out. It’s a mixed cocktail Sinn'ous takes pride in creating. Until it’s broken by the interruption of a guard stepping up to Jasper’s table.
“You have visitors, A-18910.” The guard’s tone is bored as he addresses Jasper.
Visitors?
Is it the sister and mother? Or an old boyfriend?—a new boyfriend?
Sinn'ous’s jaw clenches, the muscles protesting with a pop. He white-knuckles the table’s edge and can do nothing but watch his prey be led from the room.