Page 90 of Fragmented Illusions
I stare down at the piece of shit. Blood trickles from the wound, pooling on the gray floor of the kitchen. I cock my head to the side as I watch him bleed.
I need more blood.
So. Much. More.
“You will get more soon. We need to take care of this.” Solomon gets to work. He must have already slipped his gloves on because they’re on his hands when he grabs Trenton underneath his arms and hauls him up. His head lulls to the side with his dead weight and Sol starts pulling him toward the backdoor that leads to the woods.
“Are you going to fucking help me with the mess you created or just stand there staring?” He growls as he walks backwards, dragging Trenton. I snap into action. I pull my gloves out of my pocket, slip them on, then pick up his legs by gripping his ankles and help Sol carry him.
“Aren’t you worried about someone seeing him?” I ask as we trudge across the open backyard.
“Well, we don’t exactly have a fucking choice. You decided to fucking knock him out so now we have to deal with it.” I can feel the irritation in his words, and it pisses me off.
“Like you weren’t fucking thinking the same exact thing I was, Solomon!”
“Of course I was! But I have more self-control than that. I would make a fuckingplanto kill him, Spencer. Not just knock his ass out in the middle of the kitchen. In the fraternity house. Meaning there aredozensof people who live with us. Anyone could have seen or still could. You risked everything with your fucking impulse control issues.”
“You know I can’t control myself, Solomon. He was talking about hurting our pretty girl, and I lost it.”
“Your inability to control yourself could have made us lose everything.”
I swallow his words with a giant grain of salt because it’s true. I could have—but luckily, I didn’t and now we are about to kill our first male.
We drag Trenton’s body into the woods, covering ourselves in the shelter of the trees, and with that shelter comes a huge breath of relief—from us both—but we don’t slow our pace. My arms start to strain from his weight as the walking drones on and on.
Men weigh so much fucking more than women when they’re dead weight—and it’s even worse dragging them through the snow.
I can feel Solomon’s anger radiating around him like an aura, making my stomach sink like lead. I force myself to keep quiet until we haul his body through the back door and drop him to the floor. He thuds heavily and the wood floors creak and groan, some even cracking and splintering under the dead weight.
“What do we do now?” I huff out. After last night and now this, my body is completely exhausted.
“We kill him,” Solomon deadpans, and I glare.
“No shit. But he’s a guy. And we’ve only ever killed women…”
“It works the same both ways, Spencer.” Solomon’s sarcasm is heavy, and I grit my teeth.
“Wow, Solomon. Thanks for that bit of information. I didn’t fucking know that it does.”
“Lose the attitude, Spence. I didn’t do this.Youdid.”
“You’re acting like you actually fucking care!” Solomon lunges forward and wraps his long fingers around my throat. He shoves me against the wall, blocking off my airway. I can feel my veins bulging in my temples from the pressure. I swallow under Sol’s hand, and he readjusts his grip, holding me tighter.
“Watch your fucking mouth, Spencer. I do not have the patience for you today.” I smirk and part my lips to run my tongue along my bottom lip. Sol’s eyes follow the movement, darkening.
Suddenly, he shoves away from me and spins around to face Trenton’s dumbass.
“We need to hurry this up.”
I step away from the wall, rubbing life back into my throat “Why? Why not take our time with him after what he did to Fallon?”
“Because he’s not one of them.”
I freeze, absorbing his words.
He’s right. Trenton isn’t one of them. He’s a means to an end. We don’t want, or need, to take pleasure from him. We only need to end his life.
“Me or you?”
