Delirium

.twenty seven

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"What shall you have us do?"

Narrowed eyes ran over the beaten up and bloodied body that laid motionless on the ground in front of them. The person was still alive, strained breathing being heard even with his injuries but sounding as if he could've choked on his own blood at any second.

"Elliot, tell us what to do."

The man instantly quieted at the druglord's annoyed glare in his direction, stepping back as Elliot went to kick the body onto its back. A sharp cry came from the dying man, bloody coughs passing hard between his lips and onto the grass as he rolled over. Unruly brown hair was matted down to his head with dirt and blood, a large gash running the man's hairline to his ear and his eye swollen shut.

Elliot leaned down, moving to place his hands on the man's forehead but watching him flinch away.

"You're smart, but you're not smart enough apparently. Moving across seas to Europe in an attempt to avoid me because you knew exactly what I would've done when I found out? Smart. Dealing with drug dealers who report back to me because you cant kick your heroin addiction? Not so smart."

Elliot sighed.

"He trusted you. Goddamn, he's so fucking naïve for it but he actually thought that you cared about him and you ran your mouth to the police. Why though? Why did you do it Kelly?"

"I didn't do it to hurt Cyan fucker," Kelly sneered, instantly thrown into a coughing by the aggression. He tried to roll away from Elliot but the man gripped onto his hair and pulled him back.

"Then why do it?"

"Because you're fucking poison to Cyan and you can rot in hell for all I care. You don't deserve him. You never deserved him."

"And who does? You? Do you deserve him Kelly? What was your plan, have the police come after me so that you could play knight and save him?"

"Anyone would be better for him than you."

Elliot rolled his eyes before standing back up. "Cyan decides who deserves him and who doesn't deserve him. He makes his own decisions, not me."

"What about his decision to stay with the police? Was that him or you?"

Elliot held out his hand towards the two workers present, a sleek black gun handed over to him instantly. Elliot was bored, annoyance running through him at having to cross over to Europe to track down Kelly for running his big mouth.

All because he had unrequited feelings towards Cyan.

"If you believe that Cyan could've wanted you, you would've just confessed whatever love you had for him and got on with your life."

Elliot cocked the gun back and aimed it down at Kelly who spat blood at his feet.

"Burn in hell."

Crack.

Silence.

"Should I prepare a plane back to the states sir?" The second more well-mannered worker asked, taking the gun from Elliot's hands and beginning to wipe it down with a small cloth. Elliot checked his watch for the time and shook his head.

"Not yet, there are still things that need to be dealt with. Dispose of the body, get an update on the rival situation, and I swear to god if this gets back to Cyan I will kill both of you and make your families watch. He doesn't need to cry over this backstabbing piece of shit, there's already too much he's dealing with right now."

Jonah, the well mannered out of the two, nodded at the command as he adjusted the tie around his neck. "Should we give an update to Cyan on how you are faring? He hasn't seen you in a while, he could be worried."