Page 37 of Killer (Project)

“We need to run.” I barely got the words out before I heard footsteps surrounding us. Energy filled the air like a dart leaving its chamber zipped through the air. My mind was disoriented, my movements sluggish, I could feel the prick as another dart of L1 pierced my skin. I turned around, pushing Maggie out of the way, ready to charge and attack whoever had followed us. Her body hit the ground hard, the breath pushing from her chest as I slammed my hand into her back.

“Surrender now, Killer.” It was the dickhead from earlier. He was here, outside the facility with us. Did he really think I would just fall to my knees and surrender? Especially with Maggie here. She was my one reason to get out of this.

“Not going to happen. Why don’t you surrender? Then I don’t have to break every bone in your fucking body,” I replied, full of anger.

But even as the rage coursed through me, I felt the double dose of the L1 surging through my bloodstream at a rapid pace. There was a dull ache forming in my body as I fought against the drugs to stay awake.

Must. Protect. Maggie.

I needed to do something and do something fast before the darkness pulled me under. I wouldn’t risk being taken back to that place again or worse, something happening to Maggie.

It was then I decided if I snapped his neck within the next five seconds, we could still make it to safety. Then my eyes landed on Maggie. Though my vision was blurring and everything surrounding me was becoming one big haze, I noticed she had gotten to her feet and was making her way toward him. In her hands was a large branch big enough to be used as a weapon but small enough for her to pick up. Not wanting to bring any attention to her, I engaged the dickhead. With his focus solely on me, she was able to walk right behind him without him even realizing it.

“You decide yet? If you want to live or die? Because if you walk away right now, then you live and if not, then… I will show you why they call me Killer.” Before I could get another word out, Maggie was raising the tree branch above her head and bringing it down at an angle, the branch hitting him right along the back of the neck.

Adoration filled my body with the courage Maggie had just shown. She had risked her life for me. I watched as his body hit the ground like a dead weight as Maggie continued to bring the tree branch down against his head. Blood splattered across her face and chest as she brought the branch down again and again. Pain, fear, and anger in every lash against the man’s body, a loud crack filled the air as the man’s head caved in. Yet, she refused to stop, her eyes filled with rage. There was eeriness in her eyes and the way her hands gripped the thick branch in her hands. Brain matter coated her just as the blood had, but she continued to strike him until her arms grew tired. I could see the tears in her eyes, the sadness filling her.

Guilt instantly seized me. I should have stopped her. I should have screamed her name and told her enough, but I didn’t.

Why?

I didn’t because it sparked something within me. Looking at her covered in a human’s blood lit a fire inside of me. I wanted to fuck her, push my hard cock into her while she squeezed me with her tight cunt. But more than that, I wanted her to unleash that same beast on me. I wanted her fingernails digging into my skin until I bled. I wanted her teeth marks all over me as she broke my skin. I wanted her, hard and fast. Dirty, defiled and deflowered.

This woman, the one who had just killed someone, was connected to the killer inside of me, just as Maggie and Diesel were connected. This woman was mine. My beast.

“Maggie. Let’s go.” My voice was gruff as I watched her drop the branch beside his lifeless body. She looked up at me slowly, and I could see something in her eyes. I could see the animal inside of her fighting to get out. She had reminded me of myself before I found her. Caged, afraid, uncertain of what was going to occur.

It was growing dark so there was a chance we could stay hidden until morning if we found a safe place as refuge through the night, but we needed to get going. Since they had already sent one man out, and he hadn’t returned, the corporation had to have other men out on foot searching the woods for not only him, but us as well.

Silence settled between us, a deep understanding of one another radiating between us. She walked over to me, gripping my hand in her bloodstained one and nodded. I can only imagine what she was feeling. The kind of fury coursing through her, the need for blood, for revenge, the all-consuming rage.

I didn’t get long to think on that though because, the next second, we were running through the woods. The air pushed against us, the coolness of the night air hitting my skin, caused a coldness to sweep through me.

Our feet beat against the wooded ground, large branches, and roots threatening to take us under as we ran. I could feel my body growing heavy, my eyes were closing, my legs unable to move another step. I was praying to God something would show up out of thin air. I scanned the wooded area, my eyes snagging on something red in the distance. I forced my eyes to open more, zoning in on what looked like a small cabin. It was hidden behind a mass of trees. A small piece of siding could be seen just barely. I gripped Maggie’s hand harder as we grew closer to the cabin. My mind and body were on high alert. At this point, anything good could be a trap. After all, this cabin seemed to come out of nowhere.

“I don’t know if we should go in there…” Maggie hesitated, fear written all over her face. I couldn’t blame her for being scared. I didn’t know if we would be able to fight off any more men. My body was about to give into the drugs, and she was about to be alone.

“Come on. I got you. Be strong.” I encouraged her, as I pushed the foliage away with my hand finding the wooden door to open it. With one small push against the wood, we were inside.

Agony filled my veins. I had fought against the drugs for too long, and now they were attacking my body. I fell to the floor weakly, my hands gripping my head as the pounding inside of it caused my brain to swell. I wanted to scream, but couldn’t. My throat was swelling, my mind escaping me.

“Killer…” I could hear Maggie scream. There wasn’t anything I could do though. I was useless. I was gone.

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Panic gripped me.Killer was lifeless on the floor, his body unmoving. No matter how many times I had screamed for him to come back to me, he didn’t.

“I can’t do this alone,” I cried out, my fists beating against his chest. Had I killed that man for nothing? Pain formed within my body. That wasn’t me. I wasn’t a murderer. Shame and hate for myself replaced my fears. What had I done?

My body ached as I heaved against the floor, my knees cracking hard against the wood. I had never wanted to cry so much in my life. Everything was a lie. I was on the verge of losing Killer, and I had killed someone. I took their life from them. Forced air from their lungs. This wasn’t me.

My gazed landed on my hands. Blood coated them.

No. I didn’t do it.

I rubbed my hands together trying to rid my skin of the man’s blood. Fear consumed me as I scrubbed harder. I could feel the shell that protected me crumbling to the ground. Who was this person who did this?

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