Naked Eyes

Chapter Two | The Killing

He couldn't believe he'd made such huge mistake. Fingers resting on his chin as one hand turned the steering wheel, he swallowed a bit harder than usual as he couldn't comprehend what could have led to such error.

The scar... The freaking scar! He cursed.

He was supposed to check for the scar before attempting to harm her. Or rather, that idiot of a partner was supposed to do so. The plan was to give a first hit, check for the scar. If present, proceed to further hits. If absent, speed off. This was to ensure unnecessary mistakes; even though the surveillance over this individual was strong.

There was a freaking doppelganger that'd returned to the country this same evening!

They knew that. It was discussed in that meeting for God's sake!

Check. For. The. Scar! -- the backup plan in case anything went wrong.

And then they flopped. He flopped.

Pulling over at a spot -- still in that dark evening, his eyes dash to the black leather bag lying at the passenger's seat close to him. It contained the bloody cloves that the other guy had given him after they'd both ensured to dispose off the body according to the plan.

A mere glance at the leather sends a deep sigh slipping out of his lips as his head resigned to the steering wheel, while he asked himself, "what can I ever actually do right?"

"What have I ever done right in my life?" A mixture of regret and anger tainted each of such words. "My one chance to kill her. To kill her!" His hands hit the steering wheel with his heads still bowed to the wheel.

"The daughter of that evil murderer that took everything from me!" Another hit on the wheel revealed the extent of pain this whole incident registered in his brain. "Everything..." One tear roll down his cheek.

Instantly, he wipes off as he lifts his head off the steering wheel and swings his eyes to the black bag containing the bloody material. His phone was laying not too far from it; thus an instant flash due to an incoming notification was an easy attraction for his eyes.

A firmer attraction was the name, Ananias Okolie, boldly written at the top part of his lock screen; just below the time; 2:46am.

Why was he calling? Now of all times?!

This better be good! I cursed under his breath before swiping across the screen to answer the call.

"What is it?!" I yell in the middle of that disappointment of a night. Ready to strap someone's head off if they'd tried step on my already angered self.

"Boss..." A croaky male voice answers. Expecting a more disturbing news, I heave a sign just as his words come forth, "I have her..." Even though I couldn't see a face, I could feel a grin. His grin. A grin that could pass as a smirk. Of confidence. Darn it! We did it.

They caught her. That wimpy little fish. The plan wasn't destroyed after all. This was in fact the beginning of it all.

"Are you serious?!" I hurry to ask; stunned that these bozos I employed to do my dirty work would do something impressive.

"Yes, boss..." The same croaky-voiced man of mine responds. "We saw her running away from someone, something we couldn't identify..."

That must have been Sahvy... I think to myself. Little man capable of doing nothing. I wonder why I still keep such a dwarf in my team.

But then if Sahvy — my partner — was with her, why didn't he tell me? Why didn't he put a call across? Has that petite devil being trying to go against me?

"Boss..." The same voice brings me back to reality. "Yes..." A new wave of authority returns to my voice as I prepare myself to give a command. "I'll be right there to finish the job."

"Don't do a thing to her." I order. "Leave it all to me." I say. "She's my duty to expel from this Earth."

Instantly, I drive off into the night as flashes of a corpse in blood waves across my ears. My eyes water as my taste buds are overtaken by a bitter taste with my stomach rumbling more out of disgust than hunger.

He deserved all of this. Many would argue that the children of a sinner should never have to deal with the repercussions of their parents' sin. But this time, I'd rather beg to differ. Heck, I don't even care! They all must pay. That's all I know.

Getting to the garage where my men are, I park to the side as my leather boots are the first to touch the ground as I highlight with my full body in black leather trousers, inner shirt and jacket.

Since she died, the colour black had become my best to wear because she never really any other colour than this. So, why not?

With each thump my feet made towards the garage entrance, my heart became heavy to carry within my rib cage. Not to speak of the muffled cries my ear was catching. The fear that it reverberated back would be terrifying to anyone who hears it.

Unknown to many, I wasn't so much of a demon as my deeds portrays me to be. As my soul is darkened with the aim of revenge, my heart is pulled to try to have mercy. But even my heart bears the hurt that can never be soothed. So, in a battle between the good and evil, my dark souls wins over the tender heart hidden from any one that has ever known me.

By this time, I have walked inside the garage and I stand before my men; hefty bodied men clothed in same clothing as me with a young female wrapped around a chair in the middle.

A bundle of tape runs around her lips as the muffling cries increase. A stare into her eyes — with my fingers dug into my front pocket — exposes me to the horror her iris exudes.

My tender heart kicks in a trial of mercy as I walk to her and hold her neck in a grip that wouldn't hurt. So he had someone like this and dared take mine away? I thought as the anger in my gloomy soul doubles.

Every inch of tendency for mercy disappears as yet again a single image of her smile with nearly perfect dentition cuts across my vision. Just immediately, I grab the knife at my back pocket and with fury of my own little girl's body laying in my lifeless arms, I dig the knife right into her neck as screeches full of pleas for mercy fill my ears.

Unfortunately, I was too far gone into the wrath that pulverized my entire being to hear anything. I kept driving the knife in and out of her neck; blood splattering across my face as my own mouth is opened in loud shouts of anger.

I continued until the only voice I could hear was mine.

And then I knew that it was done.

She was gone.

The revenge that needed to be served has just begun.