3 -Chapter : 3-Made but never broken -
∴ ════ ∴ ❈ ∴ ════ ∴
Sometimes, you just have to go with the flow.
∴ ════ ∴ ❈ ∴ ════ ∴
-Chapter 3--Mathilda: Point of view -
The vehicle stopped in an abrupt way. My body jerks forward on the seat, slamming me harshly to the hard seat in front of me.
I can hear some of my inmates cursing under their breath. While others wished lowly for the driver's death.
That stupid bus driver laughs at our groans and profanities, that is, slipping out of our lips.
He'll pay for that one day.
Squinting my eyes to adjust to the bright light, that is seeping through the window. I scanned the area, it seems like the rain has stopped.
That's a plus... I guess.
It looks like we got here... Weird, Why are we still in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by tall thick leafy trees.
Did that damn idiot forget to fill up the gas tank?
Are they planning on executing all of us here, in the middle of nowhere?
Probably they will execute all of us here and bury our lifeless bodies in this isolated area.
"Get your asses up, you ANIMALS !"The guard that was sitting at the front of the bus, shouted.
"Oh, Wow. Now we're ANIMALS?
Then Mr.dumb guard. What am I?
A cat or a dog?
Do I go meow... Or do I go woof-woof ?"A warm smile forms across my face.
Some of my inmates smiled. While others laughed their asses off. Those really extra idiots that are always in the group, started howling like dogs, mocking the guard.
He looks at me with anger or rather with confusion, I couldn't decide which one. But all I know is that he is pissed off regardless.
The guard walks up to me and pulls me by my brown hair. The laughter increases inside the bus, like little kids witnessing a prank, that one of the kids did to the matron in the school bus.
Every strand of my hair felt like it was going to snap from my scalp. Damn, but it felt so good-it made me feel alive.
The pain spreading across my scalp felt like little needles stabbing my head, endlessly.
He pulls me, aggressively through the bus with Mr.Doll killer, hot on my tail. I guess the guard forgot Mr. Doll killer and I are chained together.
Outside, he pushes me down to the ground and starts kicking me everywhere. Until one of the guards in the other vehicles stops him.
"It's not worth it man, these people are demented.
They'll do anything to piss you off," The dumb guard listened to his comrade and stopped.
Why did he stop, I was having so much fun?
Looking up with a smile plastered on my face as the two dumb guards gaze down at me, completely dumbfounded. I always hated, when people looked down on me.
It just made me feel... Like cutting their eyes out. And making them eat it.
"Don't worry, when I get out- I'll make it worth it.
You would've wished to have ended my life, here " The two guards tensed up as if they just saw the devil in person.
My eyes grew wide as my smile grew wider by the second.
Their gaze snapped away from mine when they heard heavy footsteps approaching.
The other prisoners were being escorted out of the vehicle by the other cops.
I stay on the ground pretending to be dead as a dog, with my tongue sticking out of my mouth.
Guessing that Mr.Doll killer saw me- because he snickered in a low tone.
The heavy footsteps stopped right in front of me. Mr.Doll killer stopped snickering on cue. That was weird, what made him stop snickering like a complete idiot?
Opening my left eye. I take a little peek at the person, who's standing right in front of my face.
Trailing my gaze up, it lands on a pair of dark blue eyes. It made my heart skip a beat.
Have, I told you guys that my favorite color is Blue.
Every one of my victims that had blue eyes or green, anything but brown eyes. I used to cut them out and keep them in a little jar filled with this weird liquid- with me, as a remembrance of them.
Oh, good times.
It was like a present to myself for doing the right thing.
But don't get me wrong, honey. Brown eyes are gorgeous.
I never took brown eyes because my pair of brown eyes were prettier than there's and yours.
Even tho... Some of you guys may not have brown eyes doesn't mean mine is not prettier than yours, because it is if you're wondering.
But wow! This guy has the most beautiful pair of eyes that I have ever seen in awhile. It made me consider killing him and taking his eyes out.
And putting them in a pretty little clear jar with a Blue Ribbon on it.
If I do have a chance to take them with me. I'll place them on the nightstand next to my bed. So I can look at them all day and all night.
A smile forms on my face, while I stare at them. He, on the other hand, had no hint of humor in his face.
"Get your ass up, now!" Mr. Pretty eyes ordered in a low aggressive tone that made a pleasant chill run up my spine.
I keep staring at him. Thinking of a way to see those pretty blue eyes mad. And the idea hit me so fast that I set it in motion.
He did say get your ass up, so I did. I stick my ass up- while still laying on the ground like a complete fool.
He lets out a low and aggressive growl. While he bends down and grabs me by my orange jumpsuit collar, pulling me up in the air.
My feet were now dangling off the ground. I started giggling like a little girl while looking at him. He looked like he was about to hit me at any moment.
But instead, He let out a long exhausted sigh- out of his lips and placed me gently down on my own two feet, on the ground.
Confusion hit me like a tornado.
Why didn't he hit me?
It's just really strange that I didn't get hit for doing something so stupid...that's a first. I pouted at him like a child.
I wanted him to play with me, even if it hurts.
He looks at me, for a split second. Then he turns his back at me and starts walking to one of the officers.
They stand there talking for a long while.
I take the time to observe him from afar. He is extremely tall, like about 6'8 to 6'9 in height... Maybe, even taller than that... Who knows, I am not a freaking ruler, Okay.
He got a nice body physique to go with it, of course.
His cold sharp blue eyes were the best attributes that he had. Second, in line was his jawline. It is so sharp that I could possibly use them to cut his own eyes out.
And his lips... Oh, his lips... Seems so yummy, that I could eat them. They were pressed in a thin hard line.
Mmmm...
He looks yummy like a gummy bear. I wonder... How would he taste.
He gazes at me, strangely his blue eyes color darkened to a green. That sends a cold chill down my spine.
How did he do that and why is the officer that is talking with him, did not get surprised.
I rub my eyes with my palms, to see if my vision was failing me. When my gaze is back at him, again. He was just talking to the officer as if nothing happened.
Did I just imagine that?
More unknown people were walking up to us. They stayed at a safe distance while examining us with their eyes.
Oh, what a good time to be alive.
Who will be my next victim? A smile forms on my face, already excited to feel the rush of adrenaline, rush through my body when I take a new pair of eyes, for my new collection.
See you, next time readers... Be safe and sound.
∴ ════ ∴ ❈ ∴ ════ ∴
