Page 9 of Beyond Your Darkness, I'm Your Light

“Who are you?” One of them asks.

“Why? I’ve no business with you.” I answer as I attempt to walk past him when his hand shoots out and connects with my chest.

“I asked you a fucking question, pretty boy.” Here we go. Nobody takes me seriously because of my flawless skin, long, black hair, and deep, amber eyes. I don’t look like a ruthless killer, so I guess I will just have to show them.

“You might want to take your hands off me if you know what’s good for you.” I growl which only causes him to do something that he will definitely regret once I’m finished with him.

“Oh yeah? What the fuck are you gonna do ab-” He doesn’t finish that sentence because I’ve headbutted him square in the nose, and now he’s drowning in his own blood. Not drowning, but the way he’s choking on it as it oozes out, sounds like that’s what he’s doing. I don’t give him a chance to catch any air, when I take my right hand and jam two fingers into his windpipe. Now, he’s wheezing and probably won’t make it out alive.

“Stop it! We didn’t ask for a fight.” The other one yells, but doesn’t make a move to interfere.

“And I didn’t ask to be harassed once I crossed over!” I shout, grabbing the Gargoyle gasping for air’s head and bringing his lips close to mine. “Nobody ever asks for a fight, but in this world we live in, fighting is all we know.” I lean in and suck the life from him with my Kiss of Death. Watching as his eyes roll to the back of his head brings a smile to my face, and I release his body. It hits the ground with a thud as I turn and focus my attention on his friend. “Would you like to meet the same fate?”

“I’m good. I’m not the one that wanted to know who or what you were. You can keep moving for all I care.” He says, turning his back to me.

“Good boy.” I say, wiping the side of my mouth, continuing on to my destination.

Stopping dead in my tracks, I wonder why I don’t just get to where I need to be a little faster than normal? This realm is full of magic, so I’ll blend right in. Closing my eyes, I think of where I want to be. Opening them, I feel the change in them as they glow yellow like the mind stone Vision possessed in Avengers and Iron Man.

It takes me less than a minute to land right outside of The Messengers of Chaos’s secret location. Striding up to the wrought iron gate, I punch in the code and press my thumb to the security pad. The old gate creaks open, allowing me to walk inside.

This is only the beginning of the security measures they have set in place just to enter. Once I make it to one door, I stop. There is a panel that slides up, prompting me to slide my arm inside. Raising my sleeve up my forearm, I slide it into position.

A blade swipes across my wrist, drawing blood. I still have no idea where the blood goes as it falls freely from my wrist, and I don’t really care. As long as I get in and get what I came for, it doesn’t matter where it goes or what they do with it. After several minutes, I’m able to walk through another door that slides open once my blood has been verified.

Walking in like I own the place, I follow the corridor down to a set of stairs where I’m greeted with a wrought iron door that requires my retina scan as passage. Leaning into the panel, the laser scans my eye for about a minute. Once that’s done, the door swings open and I walk inside where I’m greeted by a young woman.

“Welcome, Mr. Blackstone. They are expecting you.” She greets me as she comes from around her desk to link our arms together.

“My darling girl, if you don’t want to die a slow and painful death in front of everyone, that is no doubt watching behind the scenes, you will unlink our arms faster than I finish this sentence.” I growl.

She looks at me with pure mischief in her eyes as she turns her head to the side and squints her eyes. “Not much of a people person are you?” She asks, releasing my arm. “I was only trying to be polite, sir, but since you want to be a complete and utter ass, find your own damn way.” She hisses, rounds the corner, and sits back down to finish her desk work.

“An utter ass you say. What I think you meant to say was assassin, because that’s what I am. I kill people for a living, not make besties with every Tom, Dick, or Sally.” I growl again, and take my leave.

“Bastard. It’s always the dick heads like you that come in here and threaten me. You are all lucky I have this collar on.” She mumbles while touching her collar.

“I’ll hold you to that, darling, then maybe we can have a death match.” I say, winking at her as I pass.

“You wish, fucker.” I hear her whisper to my retreating back.

Ten minutes later and one final security measure, I’m finally opening the door to their quarters. Each of them have their own tasks they are working on, and therefore none of them look up as I waltz in.

“About time you got here.” Alec hums.

“You already know why it took me as long as it did to get here, Alec.” I growl. He is my least favorite out of the lot of them.

“Well, desperate times call for desperate measures, and we can never be too safe.” He says, spinning his chair around and waving his hands in the air.

“Yeah, whatever. Do you have what I came here for or am I just wasting my time?” I grunt. If I sound harsh, every time I have to come all the way here for a name I get more annoyed.

“We have it, and you’re going to love this one.” Duvall snickers. He’s the one that loves to play games, hence the reason there are so many safety precautions to get into this fortified place.

“Come off it, Duvall. Not everyone likes to play games like you.” Aryas shouts. “Give the man the information he went through all this trouble to get.” He barks.

“You lot are no fun.” Duvall mumbles.

“Some of us have better things to do.” I pipe in.

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