Page 23 of Killer (Project)

He released me, and I watched his arms fall to his sides. His face was full of emotions that I was sure he didn’t understand. He looked conflicted as if he wanted to hurt me, but something was telling him not to.

“I remember you though, you’re in my mind…” his voice was a whisper.

“I’m not in your mind, you’re just confused. Come on. We can talk about this on the way. Gauge gave us clearance to leave the building, but only together.”

He grunted in anger. “When is he going to realize that whatever it is he is doing isn’t fucking working? Talking to you annoys me and makes me angrier.” He was irritated as usual, this scenario being a good example of said anger.

“It’s not like I love being shackled up with you either,” I murmured to him as we shuffled out of the room. The tension between us was back to normal. It was then I wondered if I would ever be able to love him again. Even more so, if the man I had fallen in love with to begin with was still in there.

Killer was just that… A killer. And Diesel was gone.

I had to come to grips with that.

thirteen

killer

I couldn’t keepmy eyes from watching the sway of her ass or the curve of her hips. God, I needed to fuck someone, and I needed to fuck them hard. I ran a hand through my hair. I knew Maggie was lying to me. She had to be. I didn’t know what about or what it was she knew that she was clearly okay with dying over, but I wanted to know—and that alone kept her breathing.

“We can go get something to eat and then talk about these memories of yours.” Her voice was soft, like the small cat they had given me in the holding cells at the treatment center. They wanted to see if we could handle something living without killing it. I strangled it. I remember its soft struggles against my hands as I squeezed the life out of it.

I grunted in response to her comment as she forced us through a crowd of people. The walls surrounding me were starting to break. I hated crowds, and I hated people just as much if not more.

“About these memories, what happens in them?” she asked as she curiously eyed me. We had spoken about the memories a time or two. Most of our time spent together was arguing or just not speaking. We tended to watch one another as we tried to gauge one another’s expressions more than talking, though.

“You know what they’re about…” She played dumb when she wanted to. That’s what a lot of females would do. I realized it once we were released out into the regular population. She guided us to a hot dog stand that was on the curb. I found it strange to eat and order food in such a public environment. Maggie ordered for both of us knowing I wouldn’t talk if she made me order my own.

With our food in hand we headed to a bench. It was nice to be free of the walls, but at the same time those walls were what protected me from losing it. They not only protected me from the people that hurt us, but they protected those outside of it. I was dangerous. It didn’t matter what way you looked at it.

I ate the food Maggie gave me in less than two bites, all while she nibbled on hers nervously. Her eyes glided across the park. Would she try and make a run for it? Gauge had told me to keep an eye on her, that she might try to escape us. If she was thinking that she could out run me, or even out power me she had another think coming. I wasn’t against hurting her in public again, even if I should’ve been. When it came to stopping someone from doing something I would do whatever I could.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked without evening thinking. Not once had I ever cared to ask her about her feelings or what it was that she was going through. Truthfully I didn’t care, but more than that I didn’t like the small talk associated with it. I learned that caring for others while in the cages did no good for me.

Her eyes shot up as if she had been caught thinking something she shouldn’t. I could feel the smile forming on my face. I had caught her thinking of something that she knew would get her in trouble.

“Nothing, just that it’s nice to be able to finally breathe air, to see the sun, and to feel the wind. Being held at that facility made me feel like I would never see another ounce of sunlight.” Her voice faded out… as memories of my time in the cages surfaced.

“Inject him with more. I want to see blood seep from his hands. I want to create a monster that is so unstable no one will ever be able to reach him.” The lab assistant said. I hated her. No, it was more than hate. I wanted her dead. I wanted her to suffer. To break her bones.

I watched as they entered the cage. I tried to step forward, but the darts they had used on me earlier caused me to grow weak. I strained against the chains that linked me to the wall. I wanted to laugh and scream all at the same time. If only I could get my hands on them, I would rip them to pieces.

“Killer…” The assistant smiled, and it was sickening. Even being the person I was right now, I knew how wrong it was for them to be doing this. To be taking those who were on their deathbeds and morphing them into something they never wanted to be.

Once you reach a certain level in your training, they give you a name. That name erases the number and to others, signifies your brutality. Only the best of us are named, the rest… well, the rest are stuck with their numbers as names.

“I now understand why they call you that. Dark hair, dark eyes. I would think you were good looking if you weren’t a fucking monster.” Her voice purred in satisfaction. I flexed my fingers praying she would step just a little bit closer to me. Just close enough that I could wrap my hand around her throat and snuff out her pathetic life. Monster. She had no fucking clue what I was capable of doing.

I growled as I watched them load the gun full of one of their drugs of choice, the shit that would have me flying off the rails… I was sure, and as much as I hated it, I loved being able to let go. If only these chains would come undone.

“This won’t hurt but a bit, Killer. Then you’ll be back to your destructive ways.” She smiled, but it didn’t meet her eyes. She aimed the gun at me and pulled the trigger.

I stared at her smiling as the dart landed on my exposed thigh. They would have another thing coming if I ever got out. Oh, how I would kill them, all of them. Their blood would spray against these walls. Their bones breaking would echo throughout this facility. Everyone would know the brutality they had caused once I was done.

Something was wrong. I blinked my eyes open and looked to the spot next to me.

Maggie. She was gone, no sign of her. Fuck. I clenched my fists surveying the area. She must’ve waited for a memory to hit me. It made sense now, why she had asked me questions about the past. She wanted a way out.

I sniffed the air like a rabid dog as butterflies filled my stomach. Blood pumped to my cock at the thought of chasing her. I could take her. She had disobeyed me and disobeyed the very people who had saved my life. She was a liability, and now she would suffer whatever I felt was fit. I jumped from the bench, adrenaline from the memory and the hunt filling me.

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