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" ɪ sᴜʀʀᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ғᴏʀ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ"
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He strolled into the old, rustic building with a noticeable confidence in his stride as he did. His head was held high, a strong upholding facade on display to hide the unnerving fear inside of him.

"Well, look who finally showed himself. The coward." Elias smirked at him as he went to swing his arms over his shoulder, immediately being pushed away harshly as he scowled.

The rain was bettering the windows outside, ringing in his ears as he watched Elias, fists clenching and unclenching in a threatening manner. He had to fight with all his will to stop himself, the urge to punch that damn smirk off his face was almost too overwhelming. Luckily, he'd always thought of himself as controlled, never really acting in fear or impulse. Well, that was until recently when he genuinely had something to install fear inside him.

"You have some nerve being here, do you think you can mess with my head and get away with it?" He approached further, like a predator cornering it's pray. But yet despite his dominant actions, he felt inferior in this room, circled by people who would lunge at him at a second's notice.

He was pathetic compared to these people, and even worse, Elias didn't need to be strong and intimidating to hurt him, he'd already succeeded in that. Messing with his mind caused much more damage than hits and kicks ever could.

"Me? I'm guessing you haven't seen Ace yet? He's a little bit mad, but you know what, I think I could tip the iceberg. Maybe, just maybe, he'd be interested in a certain little blondie-" his blood ran cold as Elias whispered in his ear, harsh and vulgar. His tone was mocking, taunting him about his obvious weakness. One that he wouldn't have a trouble in the world to exploit for his own benefit. Knowing him, he'd do it for a laugh, to show who really was superior in this invisible hierarchy.

"Don't you fucking dare. You think I'm joking here, but i swear to god if you dare say his name even once, I won't hesitate to kill you." A crowd had started to circle them, standing in anticipation to see what happened next as Reece grabbed his shoulders in a death grip, eyes shining with determination.

He may be a better person now, or at least that's what he diluted himself with. But he knew, with almost 100% certainty that he wouldn't be able to control himself if he even dared to- to do anything that involved george. And yes, he wasn't stupid. This wasn't normal, and it scared him with how much his past facade could defy its title, turned into a reality so easily. But without George, he can't imagine himself having the strength to be happy.

"Ohhh, I'm shaking with fear!" Elias laughed, tilting his head back and turning around. There was a cruel chorus of cackles surrounding him, suffocating him and pressing his inferiority closer to him, revealing itself as the minutes went by.

He shook his head, anger coursing through his blood as he seethed. He was acting like it was a joke, but the scary thing was that it wasn't just that. He wasn't joking, and that terrified him.

He'd trembled at the thought of sinking down to the title of a murderer, the mere possibility creating a nauseating feeling climbing up his throat. But he'd said that without even thinking, the very thing that had horrified him before. It made a thought pass by his head; exactly how low would he stoop if something happened to George?

He shook his head, as if the thoughts would fly away with the stuffy air. He hesitantly stepped away from his previous position that was only inches from Elias cocky face, a taunting expression still plastered on it firmly, never once dripping away.