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[Closed] Into the Fucking Void

Vincent Sawyer Byrne | Wolf; Pack Master/Alpha

Posted on Fri Mar 03, 2017 8:05 am

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A lit trail along the edge of the forest.     |     Clear     |     Some time past dark, but before shifting time.


I had stopped, dead in my tracks. Glaring at a tree of all the fucking things. A fucking tree. My heart thumped in my chest and I could feel the air getting thinner. Deep breaths, just breathe. I stumbled forward, my hand pressing up against it's trunk to catch my fall, and what I assumed to be static electricity shot painful zaps against my finger tips before I tore my hand away. It's just a fucking tree... I muttered to myself, closing my eyes, only to realize what I was seeing behind my eyelids was far worse than an old damned tree. Flashes, of noise and light put this tree in a different setting, with a small creek running nearby. Fuck this! I rubbed at my eyes, but I knew deep down it wasn't really happening. This shit was in my head and wiping my eyes wasn't going to stop me from seeing.

Even if it wasn't real, the feeling it aroused was. My heart felt like it weighed a ton in my chest. Pulling me down, physically I felt like my knees couldn't hold the weight of my own fucking chest. Complete and utter despair overwhelmed me, like the world was closing in, trees getting closer, the sky falling lower, the ground rising, and there wasn't enough room for me to escape this box of horrors my own brain was conjuring. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I knew they weren't mine. They were hers. I'd been carrying her despair alongside mine since our little trip into the fucking void, and now my little daytime nightmares weren't just of the Lilith kind, but of the Luxx kind too. My heart was ripped in two, half of it carrying her horror, and half of it carrying my own. There was no positive tug, only two negatives battling inside of me. It didn't matter which one won this sadistic fucking game of tug of war, I knew no matter what I'd be the losing party.

"You caught quite a break, di'nt ya?" The voice came from behind me, and I rubbed the tears from my eyes and spun around, seeing that detective leaned up against a light pole. What is that supposed to mean? And are you fucking following me now? I narrowed my eyes on him, not even allowing myself to turn around and face him completely. "It isn't suppos'ta mean anything. But there's one thing I find really strange. How you managed to bring that cousin of yours back to life? How did you accomplish that exactly?" Now who's starting to sound crazy? I cocked a brow as I flicked my lighter, cupping my hand over the flame to light the end of my smoke. He bounced his back off of the light pole, uncrossing his arms and shoving his hands in his pockets as he took a step forward. "You and I both know that aint crazy, Mr. Byrne." Sounds fuckin' nuts to me.

"That's the funny thing about laws though, init? There's plenty of punishment to be dished out for murderers, but what about those... People like you, people that don't really abide by the laws of the mortal world? What about people that can kill, and when things get heated, can wave a hand and bring their victims back to life?" I glared at him, holding my ground as he slowly walked around to my front, a smug smile on his face all the while. Are you implying something detective? "Yes I am." It had dawned on me that this detective wasn't exactly giving me the whole truth and nothing but the truth about who he worked for, and I did my best to keep a straight face, but I could feel my stomach twist and nervousness seep in. You are fucking insane. But I can play along. Let's say your batshit story is true. What the fuck would it matter. In case you forgot, my cousin's alive and well. As far as I'm concerned, balance is fucking restored. ''Ah yes, that is true, but what about your father, Mr. Byrne? Looks to me like you have more skeletons in your closet, and people keep dropping like flies around you." Don't you fucking talk about my dad. I growled, fighting back that instinctual urge to shift my eyes into a glowing shade of grey.

He threw his hands up and took a step back, that smile now a permanent fixture. "Hey now, don't bite my head off." I could hear the accusation, even if it wasn't spoken, his tone was saturated in it. "How about your mother then? Your father and cousin weren't the only ones were they? And Peyton Marx? Douglas Williams? Now that's an interesting one right there. It turns out he died shortly after he was spotted hangin' around you. Curious. How about Christopher Mitchell? Just a young boy, barely sixteen. Did you know they found his remains in a burnt down home in the forest... Just a few clicks from where you and your favorite cousin like to camp out. Interesting, isn't it? Let's see here..." He pulled out his phone and began scrolling. "I guess Peyton Marx wasn't the only one caught in your death ray, was she? As it turns out, two of your other flames have completely vanished. Your old pal Doughan too. Oh and let's not forget someone we both happened to know, Rohana Khan. Now that one is a mystery to me. I'd be willing to bet she was on the same trail I'm on now. But the difference, Mr. Byrne, is you and your kind don't scare me. Like you, I have secrets too. I'm more than just a detective, and unlike those other pour souls that crossed your path..." He got up in my face, so close I could feel his foul breath against my cheek. "I know what you are." He whispered, "You won't catch me off guard, you'll find I'm quite equipped to deal with you and your kind."

My nostrils flared as I took a step back, a fair amount of tension in my eyebrows, enough to cause myself a headache, but I wanted to make sure he knew just how much he fucking disgusted me. Is that a fucking threat? Isn't that... I don't know, unwise? I mean fuck, if your fantasy nutjob brain really thinks I'm this mass murdering monster risen from fucking hell, what makes you think I can't easily get rid of you too? Get the fuck outta my face with that shit, you're smaller than a fucking cockroach detective, as ignorant as one too. You have no fucking idea what you're really getting involved with. So let me give you a little advice in good fucking faith, back off this one. Find a new case, go rescue children from kidnappers, or whatever the fuck it is you do. Trust me, you don't want to be a part of this. It's fucking dangerous, and I'd hate to see something terrible happen to you because of it. I took a long drag off of my smoke and pulled it from my mouth, then flicked it towards his chest. It bounced off and hit the ground, and that incessant smile stayed plastered across his plastic face. I turned, I was fucking done with this bullshit.

The sound that followed came in with static. "What makes you think I can't easily get rid of you too?" The sound jumped forward, "You have no fucking idea what you're really getting involved with." I paused, but didn't turn as the sound cut out. "I don't know if what I said was a threat, but what you said, now I'm not a lawyer, but something tells me a court might not be so quick to rally behind you, what do you think?" I turned quickly, rushing towards him as he held up his phone and pressed a button. "And just like that, I have that recording nice and snug, uploaded to my own server." He sighed, looking down long enough to shove his phone back in his pocket. "It'd be a shame if anything happened to me, wouldn't it? I'm afraid you'd look pretty damn guilty, whatta you think?" I stopped again, trying to use everything I had to keep my eyes from flashing. What the fuck do you want from me? "Ah, I thought you'd never ask. Just an admission of your guilt, oh, and the location of the bodies would be just perfect. Thank you."

This time I met his smile with one of my own, but mine was formed of anger and a general feeling of irony. It figured the universe had more shit it wanted to drop in my lap. You're not gettin' it. I may be generally unpleasant, detective. But I'm not a liar, and I'm definitely not a killer. I guess you'll have to slap false accusations on someone else's back this time. So fucking sorry to rain on your parade. I turned, and this time I wasn't going to return. My feet were going to keep moving. "You might wanna head home Mr. Byrne!" He yelled after me. "It's a full moon tonight, people tend to get a bit unpredictable under a full moon!" He yelled out again, and I kept moving, taking my horrific fucking secrets, and Luxx's horrific fucking secrets with me.

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