Page 8 of Sinner: Before Rain
Now, did he learn about me before or after my mom? That remains to be solved.
But for now, I will humor him. Even though I don’t believe a fucking word coming from his mouth. Another skill I have is seeing a bullshitter for what they are. And he is that.
“I work alone. I’ll give you a list of things I will require. And one of those items on the list will be you staying in your fucking lane. Understood?”
Maxton chuckles, “For a ten-year-old, you sure are ballsy.” He thinks I’m amusing. Cute.
“I’m not sure why you’re laughing. I am being very fucking serious, Maxton.” My tone remains unchanged. He never notices how utterly useless I find him.
“Tonight is the last meeting at the house. Join us. Next time we will be in our new home, the cliffs by the coast.”
He turns to leave the closet as I spit back at him, “I’m not wearing those fuckingoutfits.”
Maxton stops in place, not responding. A moment passes as he continues to walk out, leaving me alone again.
I don’t trust the fucker. But I will humor him, for now.
Chapter
Five
ELIJAH - AGE TEN
Wearing black jeans with a black hoodie and combat boots, I stand looking out the window facing the backyard. A large fire flickers as maybe twenty followers of The Chapel surround it. They all look like fucking idiots in the black robes and white masks.
Maxton, who is The Master, stands before the flames as they dance. My mom stands behind him as two others stay close.
Who are they?
That will be a task for later this week when I visit his office next time he is out.
“Elijah, my boy, come down here,” Maxton shouts.
If he calls me his boy one more time, I will cut his tongue out of his fucking mouth.
I don’t move. Openly disobeying him before hisfollowers, smirking at him instead. My mom is embarrassed, I’m sure, but I don’t care.
He continues to look at me for a few moments longer before focusing his attention back on the fire.
That’s when I move. On my own, never will I be summoned like that. I do things because I want to, not because I have to. He would be wise to realize this.
Picking up my wooden bat, which is leaning on the wall next to me, I grip it tightly as I begin to walk down the stairs and towards the back door. My bat drags behind me, scratching his precious wood floor. This is how he will learn, do not fucking test me.
Opening the back door, the hinges squeak, catching everyone's attention.
They all look over at me, the cracking of the fire breaks the silence into something somewhat bearable.
“Welcome, Elijah. The Dark One is thrilled that you decided to join us.”
Chapter
Six
ELIJAH - AGE SIXTEEN
Sitting in my black car with black tint, I wait.
My dark hood falls over my face. My teeth play with my lip piercing, which I got a few months ago. I officially got my license last week, but I have been driving alone since I was fourteen. Being associated with the infamous Blackwood cult, The Chapel means people look the other way from me. Except for one. He has been very fucking naughty, and The Dark One conveniently gave his name to Maxton as the next sacrifice at La Notte del Diavolo; Devils Night.
