Ripped from her life as an orphan and thrown into the confines of an insane asylum, Amelia breaks and becomes the monster everybody says she is, revelling in the fear she insights. At least, that is until she learns that she's not the only Big Bad w...
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"A trade." I proposed, sticking my hand through the tight metal bar that separated our cells, and offering out the stained and dented brass mug.
"The mug for the smokes." The old woman thought for a long moment, her mangled grey hair and char black teeth making me inwardly cringe.
She was no doubt a drug addict.
An addict like myself, though our drugs were entirely different.
Her drug of choice being heroine, Where as mine was pain, I was addicted to the pain. The pain I caused others, the pain I caused myself. I couldn't stop.
"Deal." She grinned, exposing her lack of teeth, her sunken in eyes crinkling and folding around the edges in an extreme case of crows feet.
Her face was like a map, every wrinkle, every crease, was like a pathway of lines, a guide to her past, to where she had been and to where she was now.
Through hell and back.
She took the dirty mug from my outstretched hand, clutching it tightly between her boney fingers, as though she was scared someone would snatch it away from her at any given moment.
"The cigarettes." I demanded, pushing my hands back between the tight bars, beckoning her to give me what I wanted.
She eyed me for a moment, her black beady eyes like bugs, scuttling over every inch of my body. Establishing wether I was enough of a threat to actually have to uphold her end of the bargain.
-and I was.
If the old cow didn't give me what I came for... the guards might find a deceased old woman in her cell tomorrow, an 'accidental' death.
She hobbled back to her bed, the cell walls blocking me from view, before she returned moments later, a half full packet of cigarettes in hand.
She made extra sure her palm didn't brush with mine as she handed me the objects, and I slid my hand swiftly back through the bars, before returning back to the far corner of my cell to retrieve the lighter I had pick pocketed from a ditzy guard three days prior.
Lighting a cigarette and bringing it to my lips to take a draw, pure ecstasy.
It hadn't always been this way, I hadn't always been this reliant on my vices, but since I came to this shit-hole, you learn the savour the little things in life. -otherwise it's not much worth living.
***
"Where the hell have you been Amelia?" Emmet gushed, engulfing me in a deep hug. But my arms remained by my sides, completely unmoving and uncooperative.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." I had never been one for 'feelings' so I certainly wasn't going to be discussing mine with Emmet right now.
"You and I both know that isn't true." He pushed, placing a friendly hand in my shoulder, supposedly in some means of comfort. -but I didn't need comfort, because only the weak needed comforting, and I refused to become weak.
She's dead.
I would stand alone or not at all.
"I'm fine." I said, carefully removing his hand from my shoulders, Emmet just rolled his eyes at me and changed the subject.
"Hey, did you hear that three people have gone missing..."
I killed her. I killed them.
"No." I retorted, too quickly. Causing Emmet to shoot me a strange look.
"Okay?"
"Okay." I echoed, turning my back to him and walking away.
I wasn't exactly sure where I was going, I just wanted to get away.
My heart was racing in my chest, thundering to break free at just the mere mention of her name.
I needed to forget about her.
Esmeralda was dead, dead and gone.
Not coming back. Not to mention whoever my wolf killed last night...
Though their memorys will always haunt me, no doubt there would be a search for Esmeralda, the child, Dalia, and whoever my third victim was.
But there was no evidence, nothing to link me to their deaths. -hopefully.
But when I searched for their remains not even I could find what I had hidden in the first place.
So hopefully nobody else would be able to find them either.
That was the plan anyways, because I have no idea what I would do if somebody found the bodies, I know nothing about the Lycan rules and laws, but murder cannot go unpunished, that much is certain.
Because nothing ever goes without a payment.
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