Dirty Works?

-PART FOUR-

-DURING THE CONFRONTATION-

-ANOTHER SIDE STORY HAPPENING-

Felt the panic begin like a cluster of spark plugs in my abdomen. Tension grew in my face and limbs, my mind replaying the last attack. Breathing became more rapid, more shallow. The thoughts are accelerating inside my head. I want it to slow so I can breathe but they won't. My breaths come in gasps and I feel like I will black out. My heart is hammering inside my chest like it belongs to a stallion running for its race, an equally ghostly hypodermic of adrenaline pierces my heart, unloading in an instant. I feel my ribs heaving as if bound by ropes, straining to inflate my lungs. My head is a carousel of fears spinning out of control, each one pushing my mind into blackness.

"Ugh!... you… brat where are you?"

"why'd don't yah pick up your phone"

Impatiently walking, biting finger nails as I walk on a vise versa direction, back and forth to be exact. I kept on dialing her phone hoping to be picked up.

Ughh! Answer your damn phone

"Stop moving back and forth, maybe she's thinking details from what happened" he murmur while sitting on his precious sofa full of bruises

"oh! Really! She's fucking drunk!" I cussed in front of his face while repeating to dial her digits.

"I know, but she's somehow fine, she's our Lycko remember?" he calmly stated

"how can you be fucking calm?... she's your girlfriend for Pete's sake" grab his collar out of anger but he just stares at me blankly

Your hopeless mate!

"If somethings happen to my sister… I promise… I'll punch you to death" I angrily shout as I release his collar.

"Isn't these not enough?" asking question while pointing to his bruises that I give to him

"that'll never be enough!"

…

-FLASHBACK-

A shallow quietness spreads all over the study, a compelling one. the brat girl stands up and walk away.

I know her feelings

As when Lycko finally leave the room, Drain immediately follows her.

I decided to have a break from everything, walking through the hallway when I hear a two voices talking.

It's them

I can't help but to eavesdrop on what was happening on the other side, leaning my ears against the curtain makes me hear their conversation.

"I didn't know you liked my rum that much?" he chuckles as if nothing happened and treating her like in same old days

"ever since you planned to leave and pretend your own death" as she utters the line it obviously stated sarcastically.

"I'm sorry" seems like he's full of emotion.

"yeah!... you're sorry"

I heard sobbing

Is she crying?

"I'm sorry"

His staring sincerely towards my sister

And it's fucking painful seeing her in pain

"how many sorry?... I… uhhh… I understand that this was important to you and I get that"

"you don't owe me any apologies"

"stop being like this"

An echoing sound of a shattered glass makes me feel anxious.

Shit!

"I'm sorry… please… you know me… that well... please"

"yeas… I know you too well… we know you too well… to the point

that you have to left me and knight-lock" as she stated those lines, chills come all over my body.

This is the first time she called me knight-lock

"you're too obsessed with this one Knight-drain… You're way too possessive to this"

She has a point.

This is the first time knight-drain becomes like this.

"I'll break anything in order to figure out how it works—"

Shit! She slap him

"I hurt you and I'm sorry, you're right! You can break anything in order to solve that shit… to solve your crap!... you've even choose to break me either Knight-lock…"

As I hear footsteps I immediately hide from this curtain, Lycko walks away. I walk behind Drain and saw a shutter glass and an empty bottle of rum.

Jesus Christ!

She drinks all this?

"what happened?" I coldly state

"I become a bastard LL" he cried out of despair

"yeah! Your hell-a bastard" I utter as I walked in front of him

"I'm sorry"

"oh! Jesus Fuck! Drain stop this drama!... stop this fucking nonsense Knight-drain! You choose to be like this and it's fucking regretful isn't it?" clenching my fist taking care of my temper wasn't easy at all. I'm fucking angry with his decision but I couldn't do anything to change his fucking state of mind.

"How could you be like this Knight-drain"

"can you blame me Knight-Lock? They killed my brother!"

"we all know… we're mourning too Knight-drain… me… you and Lycko… we're all morning!... Please don't do this… you're not this"

"first he was being kidnapped and fake his own funeral!... fucking second he doesn't even recognize me, Copper doesn't know the truth… fucking third he died! He was murdered! I lost my brother and know I'm alone!" crying loudly like a boy having tantrums.

I throw a couple of punch to release my anger.

"You're not fucking alone!... I'm here mate!... we're brothers remember" I cry out of desperation

"you're too desperate to be love Knight-lock" looking at me like I'm a piece of trash

"ohh… yeah really?"

All this time.

"All this fucking time knight-drain? Thinking that you're fucking alone? What about me? Damn it! I never leave you or plan any! Supporting your fucking so-called investigations are fine really… but this?... we're all mourning about Blade! We're all want justice but you deprive us and suddenly turn back to us and leave it's fucking not fine!"

"You're not my brother Knight-Lock… Don't act one!"

In that very moment hearing those lines from Knight-drain makes me shiver and be seated.

"Yeah… you're right!... I'm not your fucking brother… thank you for mentioning."

Anger

Pain

Sadness

Intertwined that perhaps the emotions ought to be tweaked to reflect the true origins of emotions. These difficult emotions, like a river flowing through my body.

"You should check on her" he utter

I looked at him blankly as if I don't know him, his bruises make his face pop out and bloated.

I feel nothing

There is a silence to my soul, it is like I am fall leaves under frost. I feel the chill in my blood, coldness bringing the synapses of my brain to a standstill. Part of it is a pain, yet one I can endure, one I can sleep through night after night without the anesthesia of false hope.

"I have always been a giver, warm and loving. Even as a child I never cried, seeking to make others happy. Often people sought me in times of trouble and I gave all I had, my whole heart and showered love upon them. Yet when my time to suffer came, when my world was a hurricane of ice, every light but one switched off. All but one offered a skinny love, shallow and brief, before finding a reason to excuse their flight. But maybe that's the way it had to be,

One light to follow

No choice but to walk toward pain and truth. Perhaps the road toward heaven feels like hell. Because I can tell you I never felt more empty in mind, body or soul, never so bereft of any comfort. I have never felt so worthless or disposable, never so wretched and cold. For minutes I would have no emotion, only an urge to move fast, then all at once I'd be on the floor, shaking with a grief that bled from my bones. hours became days and weeks or even a month, and in every single moment of every single day my soul asked God why I must still live.

But no one answered "because I Love You"

Moments of emptiness still come like an ambush, I miss how it feels, a real laugh, real warmth. I can't give much yet, I'm still too empty."

I didn't wait for him to answer, walking away from that place seems to be a relief. Walking through this hallway gives me more comfort than being with him.

Not this time

Not anymore

It's like a void.

A dark void.

A never ending dark void that consumes everything, left feeling nothing. Empty to be accurate. Nothing to subside hollow soul that creeps in the shadows, away from any other human life because it's emptiness is so consuming it cannot bare to pretend that everything is okay.

Nothing is okay!

Maybe people walk around this earth each day and pretend that everything is okay, and it always will be. Why can't we all just admit that we are just hollow plastic dolls with a painted happy face revealing no guilt, sadness, emptiness emotion.

Emptiness is always there, I consider myself decent at hiding it, masking it with normal human emotions. No one is going to ask me why I'm smiling. It hides everywhere, this emptiness, in the closet, the cupboards. There isn't any getting away from it. My nightmares seem to help fill it, with what I don't care to elaborate. They remind me of my childhood, like the emptiness is the monster under the bed. I'm so fucking scared of it, but I need it.

I need to feel something.

I need something to go to shit, something to be imperfect. I think, sadly, I feel safer when something is wrong. I need that monster under the bed.

I need it to distract myself, from not everything else but, simply, from him.

As I reach the door of her bedroom, I knock a couple of times but she didn't answer any.

"Hermana! You there?" I knock more than three times hoping she'll open yet she's not put an effort to answer.

Maybe she's asleep?

"Hermana! I'll go in…" from that very moment as I open the door his sweet scent touches my nose. Looking around for her was the only thing I can do.

"Lycko!!! Are you in there?" knocking on her bathroom door while looking on some possible doors she might got.

She's not on her bathroom rather on her walking closet. Checking her bed if she leaves any notes of sign where she might be. I saw a suspicious bloody scarlet luxurious leather box located under her bed, opening it makes my system trembles.

It can't be

I immediately open her cabinet where her keys are located and my suspicion was right. I immediately run towards the direction of Knight-drain.

"Lycko's room was empty." I coldly stated

"Maybe she's out for a walk" he utters walking through the hallway going straight to the study room

"her dagger and her motor bicycle's key are gone" I sarcastically stated facing him eye to eye

He stops from drinking after hearing those lines.

"Seems the demon was reborn and comes back"

"this can't be" I utter

"but it's happening"

I will never let her become that demon again

"Damn it! It is all your fault knight-drain" I punch him as much as I released my anger.

There's something in my mind that I can't even explain, thoughts are accelerating inside my head. I want it to slow so I can breathe but they won't. My breaths come in gasps and I feel like I will black out. I kept on dialing her number hoping she'd answer my calls. I even leave a message after the tune.

"Ugh!... you… brat where are you?"

"why'd don��t yah pick up your phone" trying to dial her number over and over again

"Stop moving back and forth, maybe she's thinking details from what happened" he murmured

"oh! Really! She's fucking drunk!"

"I know, but she's somehow fine, she's our Lycko remember?" he calmly stated

"how can you be fucking calm?... she's your girlfriend for Pete's sake"

"If somethings happen to my sister… I promise… I'll punch you to death" I angrily shout as I release his collar.

"Isn't these not enough?" asking question while pointing to his bruises that I give to him

"that'll never be enough!"

-END OF FLASHBACK-

…

-THE CONFRONTATION-

Rubbing my tired drunk eyes with the insides of my palms, my eyes were dry from staring at the guy I stab before.

Maybe he's running out of blood

Twirling the dagger in my hands wishing I didn't stab him. Now I decide to check from the other guy upstairs, as I tie Peterson at my big bike, I carefully but quickly run upstairs where I can hear their conversation a while ago, hidden in the darken corner to prevent unwanted light to invade my eyes also to prevent from creating any shadows. I move quickly as quick as I can, he's running out of blood and I need to mend those stupid wounds of him. As I reach the location where I hide, I prepare the gun and myself at the same time, kicking the door and saw nothing but a dusty table and rusty metals.

Where is Supremo?

How could he leave this place without using the front door?

Is he?

Shit!

I run back as much as I can when a thought came inside my mind, my heart trembles and my hand shakes on the idea. Running wishing that Bailey was still tied up. A relief came out when I saw bloody Peterson lying on the ground being tied to my bike.

I thought I lose my prey

I thought that Supremo get through and destroy my plans

I quickly go straight to Peterson and tied him on my bike, positioned like we are couple, gross but I need to do this. I start the engine checking if everything was settled and pulled to the road again. Black rubber met black road under a perfect peach afternoon sky and the noon was made all inkier for the brilliance of the cosmic embrace, if they turned together, it is like the wheels and the galaxies beyond. Turning wheels stitched the moments into one seamless narrative, giving sense to my reckless journey.

I recall how my body jarred with each blow, how the pain seared through my skin and took away every feeling of safety I ever had. Maybe at first I shed tears, I don't recall. Crying wasn't allowed.

Everyone was telling me that I have to be okay

If I buckled my mind would tell to stop, these painful memories, they're just the same as nightmares. They vanish when I'm in battle and once I am asleep yet the painful feelings are still there.

…

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Sol y Luna

She quickly manages to cut his ropes and holding carefully with her hand towards the cart to get a ride going to the mansion.

"And who's that guy young lady?" a nineteen-year-old guy speaks

"Shut up Gray!... just give me a hand in here!" she asked for help

The boy automatically reaches his hand and help his twin sister to manage the bloody victim

"Seems his running out of blood… what if your boyfriend dies you little demon!" uttering those words to his twins as if he was the father.

"He's not my boyfriend Gemelo… he's just a token" the young lady quickly murmur as she heard the lines from her brother.

"You're speaking our language again… brat!... yeah! I know he's not your boyfriend." He stated as he carries the body to the cart, as they put out Peterson's body to the cart, a little stretching happened.

"young lady! What's your plan about that guy?"

"I just want to interrogate him but he suddenly attacked me and push me to my limits" Lycko stated as she presents her bruises to her brother

"Fuck! Let me hit him for you Gemela!" as Gray see the view from the rear mirror of the cart, doesn't avoid to clenched fist out of anger

"nah! I'll handle it" she chuckles stating while wiping the blood on her dangerous knife

"How about his wounds and his cuts?... he's even losing his own blood" uttering while driving the cart on their way to the mansion

"that's why I brought him here… I've got complete equipment at the laboratory" she calmly stated.

"speaking of your devilish laboratory, someone broke in and get your embalming equipment or something… but don't worry my twin I ordered you spare and they're better than the old" Gray smiling at her sister while assuring everything was fine

A thought came up to the brilliant mind of Lycko Louise, thinking any possibilities that it might have a connection to the embalming equipment she found inside the room of Copper Richardson.

"how'd they broke in?"

"I don't know either… Sol y Luna has full security and have many guards and yet someone broke in"

"who might do the dirty works?"

"I did" the both of them immediately look to the direction of the one who speaks. They saw Bailey Peterson trying to spoke out of weakness, coughing the blood out of his mouth while trying to gain his own strength.

"Shit! Is he dead?" Gray panicky utter but Lycko kept on staring the man as if she's calculating it

"why'd did you do?" those lines coming from the young lady makes her twin brother gulp. Her authoritative voice makes the moment more dangerous.

She really is mad

"I did it for the Richardson's" coughing out of pain when he tries to speak for the answer, as he murmurs his lines Lycko clenched her fist holding her dagger.

"Who is Richardson?" Gray curiously asked

"Richardson's ordered Peterson to get my equipment" she utter while a sharp smirk ark on her lips

Richardson's do the dirty works.