War of Fate (Book 2 Completed)

Chapter 1 - 'I know what I saw.'

This book is dedicated to Author_Bae for thinking of this amazing title!! It goes perfectly with the book as not only does Scar have the war in Hell she also has to choose which fate she wants. ;) Thank you all for the amazing title suggestions I had a really hard time choosing!! ;)

I kick open the door to what is probably the fifth property I have been to in the last week. After my boyfriend dying; my once friend, now enemy, taking him; my family and friends thinking I'm crazy; and coming home to find the head of Reid's killer, you probably think my life can only get better, right? Not if you're the devil's daughter. Life only gets weirder every second. I thought that after the head, Kyle would have left me alone, but no, he liked to keep tormenting me by sending me 'presents' and notes. The day after I found the head, I heard a knock on the door and when I opened it, no one was there. However, at my feet, I saw a thick envelope. When I opened it on the floor, hundreds of photos fell out. They were all of Reid looking like he had just been tortured, some of them in the process of torture. A couple of them showed landscapes and attractions with Reid stood in front of them, they were showing me where they were. Along with the photos was a note:

Miss him yet? Here are some photos to help.

Remember when we used to play hide and seek? Well I'm hidden ready for you to find me.

K x

Every day I would determine where they were and teleport there instantly. I would get there only to find the place empty or with a surprise. The surprises included demons torment, the special demons or just an explosion. However, they made sure not to kill me. I kept getting a similar thing each day, all including photos of where they were and photos of Reid. I was getting tired and pissed off and today's pack was the worst. Instead of the hundreds of photos of Reid, I usually got, I received a couple of Reid looking healthy and happy. He was with another woman kissing her. As the photos went on, their clothes came off. The photos stopped when they were in their underwear. The note was different too;

You better find him soon; he's already moving on to someone who isn't a monster.

K x

I knew when I looked at the photos; he didn't know what he was doing, because his eyes were clouded over. Kyle was just playing with me. Instead of clues of their whereabouts I received one photo. It was of the Statue of Liberty with an address scrawled over it. I immediately teleport to the address, and when I arrived, the street was deserted. I looked up and saw that it was a rundown apartment building. The door was dented like it had been forced open, a foreclosure sign on the floor by the door. I went up to the apartment number on the photo, wary of my surroundings. That is how I got to where I am now, standing in a doorway, with the door hanging off its hinges. I look around and see that the room looks good compared to the outside of the building. It even looks good as new. I walk in, my boots clicking on the shiny floor. I am wary of every step I take, scared that it could set something off. I was ready to give up looking yesterday, but the way the photos changed and the way I was given an address meant that something changed. I know Kyle too well; he always changes his routine for a reason. I turn into the living room and nothing has been set off. I breathe out a small sigh of relief; I usually get attacked or surprised before I even take two steps into the property. I run at my fastest speed around the rest of the apartment, trying not to look at the bed that were in the photos, and see that I am alone. I am back in the living room, now confused, why would he send me to an empty apartment, except for the furniture? I take my phone out and hit Kyle's contact. Ever since I found out it was him, I kept trying to contact him, but he would never pick up. It's just a stab in the dark to see whether this time he will. It starts to ring and that's when I start to hear a ringing from further in the apartment. I follow it and end up in the bedroom again; I avoid looking at the bed and search for the phone. It sounds like it is echoing so I go to the bedside table and open the top drawer, and there it is. The screen is lit up and shows my name. I pick the phone up and hang it up, sighing. Well that's helpful.