Heal Me (Reapers Reign, #3) Page 15

  Taking my blade to his limp body as drips of sweat run down his clammy skin and the unbearable pain washes over him, sets me on my course. Saskia stands to my right licking her lips, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, wrapping her body into some random form of control. Her eyes dart over his frame and I see the war in her eyes, the need for release. She is so dead inside to care about anything. This is why we work so well, we both feed on the pain, the torture and the horror that comes with being in this fucked up place. The world killed us and now we both breathe for a kill and bleed for our lost souls.

  My mind goes to the one place that hurts the most. Falling down beside them, laying on the bed together wrapped in their sick embrace smiles licking their lips that spoke so many lies. They slipped so far away their game wicked I was their pawn and that cut deeper than anything else. I begged them to not do this to not leave but they were gone and it’s me who had to stay here and bleed for them for me for all the dark secrets they had and gave me to be the keeper of, I wish some days when the dark is too much that I died with them. Today is one of them fucking days, I’m falling in love with an angel and she runs from me seeks out her own dark I have to my right a woman you rely on me and my dark to keep her safe and her desires feed. Then there is this muppet, a sick puppy that the world feed me only after he places his dirty seed into innocent souls with that new-found spike of anger.

  I step forward stabbing my blade into his groin and sliding the sharp sliver up through his skin stopping just at the hollow of his neck his eyes bright with pain as his shitty life flashes before him my other hand holds out my blow torch to Saskia her cold fingers take it from me she steps into my space her scent taking over my senses as her other hand finds my now empty hand raising it forward we step together moving in unison till my bare chest is touching his blood dripping chest the warm sticky blood assaulting my over sensitized skin my cock twitches as her hand lowers mine and hers towards his balls and cock wrapping her hand around his flaccid cock she begins to pump it her long cool fingers intertwined with mine sliding up and down his balls tighten as her words find my ear cool and needy “ Let him out Ghost let him feed let me get off on the smell of death” falling to my knees as the music picks up its beat wild needy matching my breathing my head lolls back on my shoulders as I feel the demon clawing his way out his descent from the depths of hell long and hungry up through me Saskia’s hand moves faster pumping this kid milking his cock as her painted red lips find his she kisses shim working him awake with arousal it’s a beautiful sick sight one that’s not for the faint hearted it’s a dirty little game we play.

  His eyes church mine as his body takes over all thought process precum glistens on the tip of his hard cock as the demon flies from my body falling down into the fetal position weak I watch as Saskia takes him in her mouth and sucks him dry stepping back to me she nods to the demon who does what he does best destroys. My morals, my self-respect and humanity dismissed along with the lady in red, my very own she-devil. She cradles my head in her lap her hands finding my hair pushing the sweat lace strands back cooing sounds leaving her as we both watch in awe as the demon makes quick work of the not so alive man chained to the cross of death in the room of unthinkable pain.

  Gnawing along his limp unconscious body he takes his skin from the bones crushing them between his grip bleeding him out and ripping each and every organ from him the dark devil of death taking his soul to the fiery pits of hell and my demon taking his heart in his teeth he turn’s a wink leaves his greedy and pleased face is white teeth bared around the heart still slightly beating Saskia stands lowering my head to the floor I gather myself up on my hands and knees and crawl over to the blood pool on the black marble dipping my fingers into the sticky mess I bring them to my lips and suck the warm metallic taste from the tips a low growl of satisfaction leaves my body my eyes fall to Saskia she stroking my demon back to the now the heart gone and he is sucking in deep lungful’s of air her other hand is kneading her pussy the movement fast and hungry for release.

  My eyes gaze up her tight and sexy body landing on her grass green orbs. Running my tongue over my lip playing with my lip piercing and fisted my hand inside my jeans is all my sweet Saskia needs to come undone her grass green eyes glaze over with pure arousal as an orgasm rips through her, her head falls back as she strokes the last few quivers from her wet pussy. Her hand leaves the demon and twists and pulls at her pebbled nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse moaning my cock dances inside my palm and on instinct alone I pad the throbbing shaft my mind flicks to Timberly in that moment before release comes drawn out by my dirty deceiving hand. All I want to do is skink balls deep into her lush pink pussy. Standing I pull my cock from my grip walking over to Saskia I kiss her forehead.

  “Get Mike to dispose of the remains and clean this shit up!”

  Waking through the dark room I stop at the door the whimpers from her sweet mouth pinch at the last part of me that is still human. “Babe, don’t” I say pushing out through gritted teeth. I can’t give her what she needs I belong to Timberly even if she doesn’t know it yet shit she doesn’t even want it or me but tonight I will fix that I won’t leave her till she knows just how much light she feeds my dark soul. I fly high with her and I know it’s not the drug high either. Pushing my hands on the cold metal door I open it “Go see Ellis let him hurt you the way you need, the way I can’t anymore.”

  “Demon, back!” I snap my fingers and he obeys my body staggers back I grip the door frame as my breath is taken away as a hot trail burns down my spine the crack and snap of bones shifting moving accommodating the demon and the hate we both possess he skinks back down to the depths of the dark hell we created to survive in this fucking place. Cracking out my neck the snap on either side sends a heat through me placing my hand on the door handle I grip it tight as I lean back and snap my spine pop, pop, pop with each arch the pop of my spine aligning reminds me that I am still fucking human.

  Stepping out into the crisp inky night. I pull a cigarette out from the packet and my Zippo from the breast pocket of my leather jacket flicking the lid from. The Zippo I roll the pad of my thumb down the flint and a blue orange flame greets my eyes sending a hue out into the black night. I place the cigarette to my lips and inhale the flame setting the top alight and a draw in the smoke into my lungs the burn of smoke filling my lungs a welcome feeling to my dead soul. Looking up at the moon as the clouds dance over the sky. I know where I need to go. OK my cigarette to the ground by stomp it out with the toe of my black combat boots I straighten my bike and Kokoda life the roar and rumble setting me hard all over again as I pull out and head to the Bronx, to the part of town that haunts me in my sleep, that holds so many horrific dark and damaging memories, that holds my woman. If she wants it or not she will be mine by the end of tonight.

  Taking the steps to at a time my heart is racing my palms are sweating in my knees are knocking I have a sense of urgency washing through me like something I've never felt before it's like time is walking past me at lightning speed. Sticky over the drunks that are passed out all over the hall shaking my head I pull my hoodie deeper over my face my skin crawling as a knowledge that I used to live this way with them I was this. Bile rises up in my throat burning punching my hands into my pocket as water pricks at the back of my eyes.

  Shutting my heavy lids down blinking back the tears that threaten to break free. I am Ghost, I don’t show emotion, this shit is insane. Taking in a deep breath slowly letting it out and allowing my body to just step one step at a time all I need to do is get to the end of the corridor. I don't want to be here as the nightmare of my past begins to walk my mind, taunting the demon who is now fucking pacing and rage rising up my spine as all the hurt and anger from a past I legit burnt from my life is jack hammering back through the cement walls fuck I hope I'm strong enough for this.

  Reaching her door, I wrap my knuckles over the dirty wood no way am I just going to burst in she’s passed out at my expense enough
and today’s reaction from my little fisticuffs with the drug fucked douche bags that hole themselves up in a place that is meant to be her home where they think it’s ok to hurt her has me not wanting to go in guns a blazing calmly I will win this battle. Well as calmly as I can manage I am the Hooded Executioner after all here in these streets no-one sees my face they just see my Reaper and know and can’t let my street cred slip. A small chuckle rises up through me as I stare at the dirty once blue door with its numbers peeling.

  No answer. I knock again, louder this time. I wait a few painful seconds but the longer I stay out here the harder it is to kill the haunts for a past I tried to bury. Finally, the anger becomes too much, and I slam my knuckles into the wood, knocking feverishly. Bang, bang, bang, bang. My knuckles are burning red as pain ripples through them.

  “Timberly?” I call out my voice bouncing back at me. “It’s Ghost, Poppet, please open the door.” Still nothing not even a sound of footsteps inside. Panic rushes through me, what if they have hurt her because of me and my actions?

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I spit out as I run my now shaking hands through my damp hair my hoodie falling from my face and exposing me to the world I left behind the world I hate yet I run to in my dreams the world whose drugs killed what was so close and that I thrive to taste daily. Fuck it all I don’t even care who sees me, who hears me or who knows I’m here begging Il walk over hot stones for my girl with the glass blue eyes it’s them eyes that pull me back from the brink of insanity.

  Turning my back on the dirty door I slide my cold body down despair and exhaustion wash over me pulling my knees up to my chest I place my elbows on my bent knees and slump back open my soul up rip off the band aid that is barely holding shit together.

  “Tim poppet, please open up, I’m sorry, baby I’m so fucking sorry.” My words break, and a lump forms in my throat. “I’m not this kind of man but babe you have me here on the floor begging so please open up let me show you that you deserve so much better than this shit hole let me take you away babe let me fucking love you they only way I know how, that may be hard and intense but it will be love no the less” Banging my head back on the door the hollow thud sounds out around me the hall empty bar a few passed out and broken men their lives taken by the cruel addiction of drugs and drink.

  On thinking that as my eyes watch the shallow rise and fall of the bodies my fingers reach for the bag that sits heavy like a rock in the bottom of my jeans pocket saliva forms on the tip of my tongue and my heart sinks I hear a sound on the other side of the door my palms start to sweat and just like that as I turn my head slightly the door whips open and I fall backwards my head ricocheting back off dirty floorboards not even carpeted looking up and shock I’m greeted by the eyes from my past I fuck. Eyes I haven’t seen since I said goodbye to them they day they all died.

  “She’s not here, cade.” The voice of a man I once used to know shoots through me like a live wire jumping to my feet ready to attack not knowing how Spike will react to seeing me last time we seen each other let’s just say it wasn’t on very good he’s a past that I wish to forget, and he’s stuck in a past he doesn’t want to move on from. Shit the years haven’t been kind to him and it looks like he’s in the most hellish addiction to drugs.

  I take a step closer to him and he shoulder barges me taking me by surprise the wimpy shit and clicks the door shut and shutting me out like Tim had done earlier at my shop. I grab his shoulder and shove him to the left and try the handle.

  “Fuck, open the fucking door, Spike.” I holler. He looks at me his lips crack open to a rotten toothed grin from years of meth abuse, cocaine addiction and heroin laced with oxycodone and Diazepam no doubt his drug taste wouldn’t have changed over the years; I know that much for sure. Shaking my head, I just look at him as another grin kicks up at the sides of his mouth and he speaks with such anger and animosity.

  “What will you do, traitor?” he spits at me and it hurts the pain I see in his eyes my best friend from a past that I choose not to remember.

  “If she in there, Spike, upset or worse, hurt, I fucking swear I’ll fuck you up.” I spit the not fucking joking tone sounding off around us as I grip his shoulder and slam his drag fucked body up against the door and my skin quivers as I can feel his bone protruding from his body under my grip snapping my hand back I slam them down into my pockets.

  “She who? Cadie boy, who are you looking for brother, the mother, or the hot as sin daughter?” Clenching my jaw down hard the crack a welcome relief from an anger that even I didn’t know awakens inside me.

  “Don't you fucking dare play dumb, Spike, you know who I'm asking after and don’t talk about her like that.” My voice rampant as my hands find his shoulders again pinning his mug face back hard. He just shakes his head and tries to pull away from me.

  “My patience is wearing thin, bro.” I search his eyes.

  “Don’t bro me, Cade.” He snaps out his rotten broken teeth clenched flicking his arms up fast breaking my hold.

  “No one’s in there are all gone but hey for a baggie I’ll tell you where the dark angel you seek is.” He licks his lips.

  My stomach coils and fear radiates from every pore as pain jumps down my spine my arms slacken as I step back letting them fall my fingers seek the bag of white powder that lies like a lead weight in the bottom of my jeans pocket this bag would last me a week but someone like Spike well he will take it all in one hit he is greedy like that and with any luck he would slip away from this painful world overdose and go out happy and high looking at him now the state he is in he’s a shell of the person I knew when we were kids he needs it, he needs this hit, he needs the escape from the devil that has him in his fiery grip. This is what addiction at its finest looks like this is what an addict seeks the pure euphoric feeling of snorting cocaine the feeling of a hit shooting through your veins as you inject it. In my back pocket of my jeans is a bag of pills holding them up to Spike he licks his lips I light flicks through his dead empty eyes my tone is harsh gritted through clenched teeth.

  “Where is she, Spike? I know you know something, why else are you, out of all people, here.” Gritting out dangling both bags in front of him teasing his drug fucked soul he struggles to stay still he lunges forward his dirt covers hands reaching for the bags his eyes wide and hungry. “Not happening,” I snap stepping back on my heel taking two small steps out of his reach he stumbles forward amped up jittery and on edge. My free hand pushes him back into the wall dancing the same dance again. “Spike, tell me where the fuck is she then the bags and the overdose that surely will come from you taking the whole hit in one go all yours.”

  I watch Spike as a slowly looks up and down the corridor his eyes meet mine he leans in the pungent smell of his breath assaults my nostrils I move my head back has voice quiet a mere whisper.

  “The guys you rolled in on this morning and well gave them a swift fist to the face.” Nodding at him as he stops his eyes scanning the empty corridor again “Well they kind of took her there was a black bag over her head and blood dripping from under it see those droplets down there that go all the way down that’s from your little lady” he points at the tiny red droplets of my Poppet’s blood some drops smudged from footsteps. “I was slumped over in the hall waiting for the right time to go in and get my fix after I seen her come home she looked more on edge than normal and the mood that you left the guys in this morning I was biding my time. I must have dozed off on the nod ya know and before I knew it they were walking out three off them carrying ya lady her body limp. After the left I jumped up and watched them out the window loading her into a white van plate number ROUGE21. Uncontrollable anger rages through me like white rapids. My fists grab onto his manky dirty shirt pulling him closer to me my nose meeting his and his eyes bug out of his shitty face “That’s all I got.” he says holding his hands up. “Cade, I swear man, that’s it.” His voice a whisper. He’s seen me, but he’s never seen me this mad.

  “That’s it, Spike?”
I question. “That’s all you got? You get a plate number and nothing else, fucken hell, Spike.” I scream at him. “You sure?” my tone pleading. “I need more info I need more answers, why the fuck? Who the fuck? What the fuck?” I holler out, my head falling forward.

  “I’m sure all I want to do now is get high and forget what I seen because at end of the day she’s a nice little lady and she don’t deserve what’s coming to her those men they are nasty you thought you were bad where they would be taking her it would be even worse than what a man like you can do to a soul.” Slamming my forearm and to his throat has head snapped back on the wall I feel the pressure building from crushing has one pipe the air begging to be freed. “You know where they are taking her Spike.” Applying more pressure.

  “No man” he tries to spit out his wind pipe restricted. “Let up bro.” His voice a rasp. I ease up the pressure on his windpipe and look him dead in the eyes.

  “Don’t lie to me, Spike.” Raising my eyebrow.

  “Cade, would I lie to you, bro? I promise I ain’t. I been following them for a while now, you know, trying to get info for like drugs but they are sneaky bastards. They be like... you know, gutter rats, slip in slip out, but Cade, brother, I knew you would come sooner or later so that’s why I’m here. I’ve been watching you and so has someone else that I ain’t ever seen on the streets before but every move you make, he makes. It's like he’s your shadow. I’d watch out, Reaper, for you may just become the hunted.”

  Lowering my fore arm his hands go up to his throat as he coughs I shut my eyes. I’m done, I have nothing else the old spike I know wood never lie to me.

  So let’s hope there’s a bit of the old spike still left in there. His grubby hand finds my shoulder squeezing it “I do hope you find her and she’s like ok and shit Cade coz well she’s nice and all.” His tone is warm when he specks of Timberly. “Oh and brother it was nice to know you.” My fingers drop the bags into his palm he turns and I slowly watch a friend from my past walk away no doubt for the last time I won’t see Spike again I haven’t seen my old self in years and it takes someone like him to bring it bubbling back to the surface fear runs deep through me for the first time in years it washes back into my veins down into the depths of my soul where the old Cade Morrow is. The reaper in me, the executioner, the demon that I am, is ever present daily; it’s who I am now.