Hearts Held Captive Prologue
The blood splattered on the wall, specks of it dripping down while the majority was soaking into the floor, surely to melt down onto the ceiling of the room below. All of the blood seemed to be staining the air that the young man was breathing. He wrinkled his nose at the odor, as he wrenched the dagger from the chest of its owner. The blood was still fresh, slightly warm as he took out a cloth to cleanse it. The sticky liquid bled onto it, making its way onto the boy’s shaking fingers. His dark red hair matched all too perfectly with the crimson riddled room. Several dead bodies were strewn about, mangled in awkward positions as the blood formed puddles beneath each corpse.
“Lovely job Aiden, I always knew you had an artist in you; it just had to be released by some, more challenging assignment.” The woman slinked seductively towards the red head, her hips swaying to a silent song. Her hair swayed, a gorgeous halo of white blonde trailing down around her face. Her bangs were cut shaggily, covering her left eye with secret purpose. Standing behind him, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, paying no attention to his now bloody attire. “It’s beautiful.” She whispered in his ear, her lips brushing against the strands of his hair.
“What are you doing here Yuka?” His voice was harsh, venomously lashing out at the woman whose dark blue eye simply smiled in delight at him. Aiden kept his hands at his side, not returning her embrace. He just stared at her coldly, his expression flickering to anger and annoyance.
“Aw, how very sweet of you, using my name and all,” Her fingers trailed down the length of his arms. She just laughed briefly when he shook her touch away. “Well, to answer your question, Lucifer was worried about your ability to perform your given task after your last…outburst, so he sent me along to come check on you. Do you mind Aiden? Do you really?” Again she draped her arms across him as she whispered those words into his ear.
“Don’t touch me.” He growled as he stepped away from her, throwing her embrace from him. His foot landed in a puddle of blood, droplets of it landing on Yuka and himself.
She stared for a moment at her hand and the dots of blood that littered her palm, giving a sadistic smile. “No worries Aiden. You’ll come around soon enough.” She reached up and ran her hand down the young man’s face face, letting the blood attach itself to his skin. “Blood becomes you love…you should wear it more often.”
He listened to her silent steps as she exited the room. They padded softly on the floorboards, not a creak echoing throughout the stillness. With his head turned to the floor he stared at the scene before him, finally getting to see the destruction he had caused, the lives he had taken. He laid the dagger beside one of his victims, a man probably only in his twenties. And there were others, more nameless faces who were probably friends of the newly formed family, friends of the wife who was with child. The woman stared up at the ceiling; her eyes wide open with shock.
Aiden gazed down at her apologetically, his own eyes sad. As he moved his hand over her eyes to close them, he could remember their screams being cut short as death pulled their spirits from their bodies, as he pulled their spirits from their bodies. It was his only gift he could give to his targets, that quick and painless death. But he hated it all the same, the tragedy, the stench of blood, the pure chaos of it all. These murders seemed random and pointless, irrelevant to Lucifer’s purpose, if he had one at all. He despised that, but what he hated most of all was what his mother would think if she ever found out that her son was a cold blooded assassin, a murderer, a monster.
Yeah...that was dark and sadistic...wow.
Ashley
“Lovely job Aiden, I always knew you had an artist in you; it just had to be released by some, more challenging assignment.” The woman slinked seductively towards the red head, her hips swaying to a silent song. Her hair swayed, a gorgeous halo of white blonde trailing down around her face. Her bangs were cut shaggily, covering her left eye with secret purpose. Standing behind him, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, paying no attention to his now bloody attire. “It’s beautiful.” She whispered in his ear, her lips brushing against the strands of his hair.
“What are you doing here Yuka?” His voice was harsh, venomously lashing out at the woman whose dark blue eye simply smiled in delight at him. Aiden kept his hands at his side, not returning her embrace. He just stared at her coldly, his expression flickering to anger and annoyance.
“Aw, how very sweet of you, using my name and all,” Her fingers trailed down the length of his arms. She just laughed briefly when he shook her touch away. “Well, to answer your question, Lucifer was worried about your ability to perform your given task after your last…outburst, so he sent me along to come check on you. Do you mind Aiden? Do you really?” Again she draped her arms across him as she whispered those words into his ear.
“Don’t touch me.” He growled as he stepped away from her, throwing her embrace from him. His foot landed in a puddle of blood, droplets of it landing on Yuka and himself.
She stared for a moment at her hand and the dots of blood that littered her palm, giving a sadistic smile. “No worries Aiden. You’ll come around soon enough.” She reached up and ran her hand down the young man’s face face, letting the blood attach itself to his skin. “Blood becomes you love…you should wear it more often.”
He listened to her silent steps as she exited the room. They padded softly on the floorboards, not a creak echoing throughout the stillness. With his head turned to the floor he stared at the scene before him, finally getting to see the destruction he had caused, the lives he had taken. He laid the dagger beside one of his victims, a man probably only in his twenties. And there were others, more nameless faces who were probably friends of the newly formed family, friends of the wife who was with child. The woman stared up at the ceiling; her eyes wide open with shock.
Aiden gazed down at her apologetically, his own eyes sad. As he moved his hand over her eyes to close them, he could remember their screams being cut short as death pulled their spirits from their bodies, as he pulled their spirits from their bodies. It was his only gift he could give to his targets, that quick and painless death. But he hated it all the same, the tragedy, the stench of blood, the pure chaos of it all. These murders seemed random and pointless, irrelevant to Lucifer’s purpose, if he had one at all. He despised that, but what he hated most of all was what his mother would think if she ever found out that her son was a cold blooded assassin, a murderer, a monster.
Yeah...that was dark and sadistic...wow.
Ashley