Page 61 of Havoc

“Presley…”

“Did you think I wouldn’t find you?” I asked him, sitting on the edge of his desk and playing with his pens. He moved them away from me, probably realised the weapons they could be turned into.

“What do you want? You took my son already.”

“I didn’t do that, if you remember.”

“Your people did.”

“My people have minds of their own.”

“So why are you here?”

I smiled, looking around his office. It was compact, and so…spartan. No photographs, no accomplishments adorned the walls. It was just empty.

Like him.

“You know why.”

“So, do it, already.”

“What makes you think I haven’t?” I asked him, turning back to face him. The colour in his cheeks disappeared and he looked around his office for a sign of a trap. I pulled the little empty vial from my bra and set it down on the desk. The crystal vial had a drop of the green liquid still inside.

“You always did like your poisons,” he said, realisation kicking in as he looked to his scotch. “Even as a child.”

“I find poison to be effective,” I told him. “I also know what it can do to your body.”

He sat back in his chair, pulling at the collar of his shirt. Beads of sweat had already started to appear on his forehead and his upper lip.

“Kill me.”

“Not yet, Scott,” I said. “I’ve nothing better to do tonight than to sit here and watch you expire. It’s part of the reason I love poison so much and this particular poison I brewed has a devastating effect. You’ll be paralysed, but your brain will still work. You will die alone, feeling yourself choke to death but the funny thing is, it’s just the poison making your muscles expand to fight off the enemy within. You won’t really be choking, but your body doesn’t know that.”

“Bitch.”

His words were a little slurred already, damn it, the alcohol probably made the poison act faster. Oh well, it would still happen.

He fell to the floor as the poison coursed through him, probably sending messages to the brain that he was paralysed already. I sat on the other edge of his desk, my feet hovering over him as he tried to move but his body wouldn’t listen. I threw down his phone, so that it was close enough to him that if he could will his hands to move, he’d be able to reach it.

“Go on, dial an ambulance,” I said. “If you can, I’ll allow it.”

He struggled as his mouth began to foam. He twisted so that one arm moved over, closer to the phone. He could actually touch it, and I wondered if I’d used enough poison to do the job. Scott was struggling to hold the phone, and just as I thought he had won, he couldn’t lift his fingers to dial.

An odd sense of thrill shot through me as I saw him struggle, his eyes bugging out of their sockets, realising it was too late. My little concoction was doing wonders, and I’d wondered why I had never mixed these poisons before?

I pushed the phone away with the tip of my shoe and saw the absolute terror in his eyes as his one last hope was dashed. Pushing him onto his back with the heel of my shoe, I saw his eyes begin to bleed, his face bloated and red, his lips turning whitish-blue, and the white almost green foam in his mouth spilling out over his lips and running down the sides of his face.

His body began to twitch but his eyes were gone, I could see it was just a death twitch as he choked to death in front of me. I looked into those eyes once more, making sure I was the last thing he saw before I stepped over him and left the office.

Lennon

My eyes shot open as I felt movement on the bed. Presley straddled me, her tight black dress riding up over her thighs.

She looked down at my wound, which had been bandaged by Hadrian before he headed out with the boys on the raids we’d come up with to garner fear.

“What did you do?” I asked, knowing that look on her face.

“Got rid of someone in the most disgusting way.”

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