Chapter 42 | Him
The tension in his jaws is clearly visible beneath the angled edges of his jawline. Good. Exactly the way I expected this to turn out. Quite similar to how I reacted when I first leaned about a new member of this sick family.
That’s also how I reacted about him eloping with my mother, putting an end to his previous marriage.
“Did you think you’d keep it hidden from me forever?”
He speaks in a deceptively calm voice, “What do you know about him?”
“I know enough... that’s all I can say – Father. Besides, you know very well what would happen if people came to know his whereabouts.” I say sharply.
“I don’t know who you’re talking about.” Not making eye contact is a clear give away of his anxiety. “Aleksander is Maya’s employee. I can’t keep a track of every one of Maya’s people. Much less care about their whereabouts.”
“Maybe you’ll care more about it when I upload the details of his whereabouts to the right people. Would you want that, father?”
My threat earns a glare, and it still is still the most frightening thing ever, even for me. But that’s only because the inner child hasn’t healed.
Once I kill him, I’ll heal. Kill him. Kill him right now!
“We are ready.” Mira’s words are exactly what I needed. Two more minutes for reporting by the rest of the team.
“You realize you’re in my territory, threatening me. I mean you are my heir, Naksh but that doesn’t mean I can’t hurt you. You still are a little boy to me. Fragile and begging to be taught a strict lesson. Here... you are still in my control; I hope you remember that.”
Clicking the button to call Vuk over, realization dawns on him. The security system is failing. And Vuk is nowhere to be found.
“You’re not in control anymore. Does it hurt to be the weaker one... Father?” The last words dying a miserable death in between my gritting teeth.
His jaws clench, “What have you done?” Eyes red with fury.
“I did what you begged me to do. You’ve earned this. And just so you know...when I walk out of this place, it will be just the beginning. No one...and I repeat, no fucking one of yours will walk out on their foot when I leave. You dared to try destroying the one thing I desired the most in my entire fucking life. Now you, your dear ones, and everybody involved with you in any way... I’ll spare none of you. No one.”
His stare is a cocktail of abhorrence and malevolence. “You think you can take me down by disabling the cameras. That’s all you’ve got? Or are you sure that your friends must be perfectly safe entering my premises and trying to plant the tranq dope between my men?”
My mouth turns dry as a sudden feeling of my gang being caught red-handed fills my head, making the vein running behind my neck throb with a sharp sting. Just as tiny droplets of sweat form on the freezing skin of my hairline, the devil before me smiles in amusement.
Deceit...that’s what it was about and I was indeed a fool to believe he would take defeat so easily.
His head falls back letting out an evil laughter before he shakes his head tsking, “Oh, son...you still need to learn a lot from me. And I’ll be happy to oblige, but only after slaughtering each one of your friends.”
Good thing we had a Plan-B...
Just a few more minutes... pretend like there was only Plan-A. Pretend. Pretend!
He looks down at his phone again, “Would you like to see them getting stripped. Or would shredding be more fun... Wait, son... I’ll get you a good show.”
The moment he reconnects to the server, all the sirens in the building start buzzing all at once, and the smile on his evil face diminishes until there’s nothing left of it. In its place is deep lines of stress and panic forming on his forehead; frowning so deep makes the narcissist in him lose the fucking throne for once. And the man before me transforms abruptly into a helpless creature I am more than willing to prey upon and devour.
The mask of decency is slowly fading away as a series of curses escape his deceptive and dirty tongue. “Suka blyat! What in fucking hell is going on?”
“I don’t know. You tell me. Since I’m still a child.” My laugh is what decades of pent-up death and destruction sounds like. “Go on... Connect to that server. Lets see who owns this show.”
The alarms are followed by a series of explosions which sound like gut and gore all over the place. Now, it’s time to lose the obedient bullshit and let the volcano building for so many years, erupt.
“You know what that sounds like...” He zeros his disgust and malice filled eyes on me as I continue to play inside my head – all the reasons why I am going to rip the bastard apart for several centuries if I get a chance, walking towards him in the most painfully slow walk of my life. “...It sounds like people being blown apart. Your people...exploding as they meet their demise, and I’ll be more than fucking glad to welcome all of you to hell. My kingdom. So, I can give you a piece of your own creation...the fucking devil. Satan!”
More explosions. And then they are blowing near the windows, making shards of glass and flesh fly all over the chamber, painting us in splashes of crimson. Marking me with the blood of our sacrifice.
I lick the savory concoction off my skin, moaning at the sweet taste of revenge, earning myself a look of deep concern. I let him dwell on the agony of making his son into a psychological mess. A corrupt. Not just morally, but somewhere deep in the head.
His grey eyes must have seen such a defeat for the first time in his life, because a certain discernible level of disbelief still lingers in them begging me to snatch every bit of hope in them forcefully.
Brutally. Just like he always likes.
“What happened father? No more fight left in you?” I grin unrestrained as he picks the sharp shards embedded into the pale expanse of his skin. “Rule number three, never approach the enemy without a Plan-B.” I rub the tiny tablet between my fist and my thumb, eyeing the monster as he goes down for the first time. “But... I can’t bring myself to relieve you of this life so easily. Not with this pill, no.”
The smell of harsh chemicals chokes his insides, as I pull over the gas mask from the pocket of my jacket. The joy of watching him suffer is immense and this high is the kind I have craved all my life. More for the last thirty days.
“You’ll meet your end in the hands that you’ve burned. The soul you’ve scorched. The beast that you have resurrected. I had completely silenced my need to kill you, ever since I saw her. But when you took her away from me, I knew this time there won’t be a way out of this mess without making sure to leave behind only pieces of the man people knew. Because honestly, I feel the need to fucking feed on your flesh. I want to eat you up and see if perhaps, that would satiate my hunger for going back to the me before you.”
“Th-there...was n-no you be-before me.”
So, the choking bastard still has his ego intact. Let’s crush it!
I rush towards his form biting the dust before getting on my knees and collaring him off the floor and delivering a harsh blow with my bare knuckles. One, two, three... the blows keep coming. I’m not going to stop before beating him into a pulp.
Can’t stop. Won’t stop!
And suddenly all the doors are being walked into. The creatures all zombies of the original beings they used to be. A hand grabs my back and yanks me away, almost dislodging me from my extremely important business. When I turn back, I see Divit pulling me away with all his might. My protests dying on my lips at the monstrosity of the situation surrounding me.
“Let go off of him, Nakul. Do you not want to live?” He shouts on top of his lungs as more sounds of blasts follow.
“No. I need to kill him. He destroyed everything. He took everything from me. He destroyed my baby for no reason.”
“He’s unconscious, Nakul. Please, let’s leave or none of this would matter.” Divit’s voice is heavy with urgency.
But I can’t and don’t want to stop. “I want him fucking gory... I want to feed on him, Divit.”
“Disha is waiting. And the more time we spend here, the lesser our chances of getting away unharmed, Nakul. For her sake get up. Let’s leave!”
She’s waiting. Shit! How did I forget...
My eyes go wild with fury leaving my body getting replaced by a lunacy of excitement, urgency and something indescribable.
Love is the dizzy drug. It makes thinking straight about impossible. And my love for her is beyond that point...the point where insanity meets stability.
Yes, my stable insanity. My fever... My muffin.
“Get up, Nakul. He’s not going to make it.” He holds King’s pulse for a moment or two, before nodding. “He’s about dead. And the mist will soon start to kick in. Let’s leave!”
I get up and look at the bloody face beneath me, my knuckles bruised as warmth covers it in a thick red fluid. Turning back, I take another look at the mess left behind.
A father, if he could be one.
Death fills these halls, as the zombies try to reach out to each other, falling on the ground before they can achieve anything.
I wonder how long he can now survive his own sick-fuck army. I wish I could keep watching as his flesh would be pulled off the bones. Sickness dying in sickness and blood getting avenged by blood.