Flutter

Chapter 8- What?!

[A/N: Didn't edit this chapter too much, just added/deleted a thing or two :) Hope you all like it]

It was him… I’d seen him before. The other night. He’d be the one who had caused the pain that night and a couple of nights ago in the elevator. Now he was back.

My gut screamed at me to run and a cold sweat took over my body, but all I could do was stare at those empty black eyes.

My spine arched and my body convulsed painfully just as his lips twisted into a horrid smile that held no real feelings. His face was masked by one motive. Pain. A sick, twisted type of pain.

A strained yell left my mouth and his smile grew larger. My left arm was going numb at the uncomfortable position I was crumpled on the floor in and my body felt like it was being licked by flames so hot that they seemed cold.

“You don’t like it so much when you’re not the one in control, don’t you? I couldn’t hurt you when you were in your own element, but now, I’m in full control. You deserve this. I can smell him on you. It’s almost gone, but I can smell him,” he sneered.

I blinked in surprise at his voice, not expecting the sound of his voice to be so loud in the air filled with my struggled breathing.

My head shaking uncontrollably, I closed my eyes at the paralyzing pain, turning my head away from him, trying to stop the stupid river of water that seemed to be leaking out of my eyes endlessly.

He was fucking mental. I just had a freaking break down and this guy had to come and pile more weight on my shoulders. On top of that, he was causing this terrible pain to me and talking smack about smelling some guy on me.

A roar of angry laughter filled the stairwell abruptly and my eyes pried open to look at the tall young adult of a creep in front of me dressed in his weird faded black shirt and dirty pants. “I heard that. You told you best friend in the whole wide world and what happened? She betrayed you! That must be so hard to go through, am I right?” He looked at me, head tilted slightly to the right, eyes mocking me.

With one dirty look from me, that mocking in his eyes dropped and his face solidified again and this time, his voice carried a serious, no-time-for-your-shit tone. “Tell me where he is. I’ll let you go. Maybe. But if you don’t tell me where he is, you’re screwed, young lady. And so is he. So tell me now before I get real pissed and you get the result of it.”

The pain eased up dramatically and I sucked in a needed lungful of sticky air. “I don’t have any idea who you’re talking about. All you ever seem to talk about is this guy, but I have not been in contact with anyone weird and I swear I don’t know who this person is. I would have told you--,” I stopped my talking and sprang to my feet, lunged at him as quick as I could, because I could tell that for some reason, he was right.

Before I could even cover two feet, the pain exploded worse than ever in my head and I collapsed back on the cold concrete floor with a loud thud.

I cradled my head, pulling at the roots of my hair.

My body quivered and a blood curling scream tore through the stairwell. Marcel laughed mercilessly and kneeled beside my distorted body and swiped a clump of hair stuck because of sweat off my cheek and leaned down, eyes smoldering red, no longer the inky black.

A cool sensation lingered where his fingers grazed my face and I snarled at him through the blinding war in my head, not wanting him to get any close.

I screamed louder as he intensified the pain and looked at him through the black blotches forming in my vision now. From what I could still hear, I heard him say,” You will die, and so will he. If you do not know him, you will soon and the day that you do is when I will return and propose a deal. But, for now, I will take watching you suffer.”