IN HER HEART, THERE'S A HOLE
THERE'S A BLACK MARK ON HER SOUL
"How tall are you?"
"Why?"
"Oh, I just asked, so I know how long I should dig your grave."
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"LET ME PAINT ONE of my own." I hear Gerard's voice come from the basement, as I was walking back to my room. I step, moving towards the basement door to listen better. "Scott McCall finds his best friend bloodied and beaten to a pulp. How does that sound now?" I furrow my eyebrows, was he talking about Stiles?
I was released from the hospital, after the Kamina slammed my head into a wall. It's be a day since I returned, and I had gotten up to get some food.
"I think I might prefer more of a still life or a landscape, you know?" I hear Stiles' voice, and I slowly open the door, stepping down the stairs, not making a sound, to not alert them. "What are you, 90?" Stiles asks sarcastically. "Look, I can probably kick your ass up and down this room."
Gerard punches Stiles in the face. That's it. That's all it takes, and my gun's in my hand pointed at Gerard's head.
"Don't you dare touch him again." I tell him, my voice filled with anger, as I emphasis every word. "Or I won't hesitate to pull that trigger."
He puts his hands up, turning to face me, as Stiles steps back from from him, and stepping towards me.
"Why do you always fall for the wrong ones, Alex?" He questions. "Why do you always need to cause the problem?"
"The only problem I'm going to cause right now, is killing you." I bite back, not having the patience for his shit.
"You pull that trigger, and she dies." Gerard replies, as I step in front of Stiles.
"You will kill her anyway." I say, not lowering the gun.
"But if you do this, she'll die because of your decision." He taunts.
"Here's what's gonna happen." I tell him. "Him and I are gonna walk out of here, and you're going to stay here, and not come near him ever again."
"You think, I'm just going to let you walk out of here." He asks me.
I lower the gun, looking him dead in the eyes.
"Do your worst." I tell him. "You old crone."
I turn around, and grab Stiles' hand, pulling him up the stairs, and to the front door. But before I can open it, two of Gerard's hunters stand in front of us.
"Turn back, and we won't hurt you." One of then said, and I tilt my head slightly amused. I put my gun back into my holster, and take out my baton.
