My heels gently clicked upon the marble halls of the abandoned facility. Doors left ajar in hurried escape showed entrances into their worlds, safe havens that I had personally destroyed. I suppose I should feel bad for it all, feel some kind of sympathy for the lives I had ended. I don't. Honestly, there was only one thing I could feel anymore, and it was a cold, empty feeling at best. But it was a feeling nonetheless, and it motivated me, pulled me like a marionnette on it's strings until I was only a slave doing his bidding. I was a friend when commanded, a guide when needed, and an enemy when ordered. Only my eyes betrayed my true self, wavering blue-grey and ashen no matter how hard I tried to conceal them.
I reached the end of the hall, and gently pushed open a door that seems to have, at one time, belonged to someone named Marcel Davidoff. It was the place where we had designed to meet, though not really to my taste. I, however, was not in a position to argue over small things like the location of our meetings. I was so close now, after all these years, and I would let nothing stop me.
His sadistic smile greeted me as I slipped into the room. That smile was the bane of my existence, but I always returned it with pleading eyes and bowed head. "It is done, I trust?" His voice sent shivers down my spine. "Yes," I affirmed, "She remembers nothing. Ever since the memory etch, however, she seems to have a disturbing case of depression."
His hand struck my face before I could register what happened, leaving a bruising red mark. "Idiot." He growled, "I didn't ask you how she felt about the whole situation. I asked you if your task was done, but if you can't understand that, then you clearly can't understand the complex deal we have. I might as well just leave you to your own devices." I sunk to my knees, tears forming in my already fragile eyes. My body shook as I whispered, "Please. Please, no. You're the only one who can help me, please, I'll do whatever you want. I won't disobey any longer, just please, please, help."
His hand caressed my face, lifting it up until it was merely inches from his own. His lips pressed briefly and gently against my own, and then he let me drop to the floor. His footsteps, slowly and surely, echoed around the room as he made his way out. He paused at the door, and I could barely hear his voice as he addressed me. "If you're truly loyal to me, Alix," He declared, "Then I have another request." I turned around and gazed at him thought tear stained eyes. "Anything." I croaked.
"I want you to kill her."
So, how was it? I would honestly like to know. Which means comment. FREAKING COMMENT,PEOPLE! I was really upset when you guys all gave me the silent treatment. I was all like, so there's my story, and now it's over, and I got 3. Freaking. Comments. 3! IS THAT ALL YOU CAN SPARE?! Sorry, just needed to rant.
So, this sequel is going to be in Sarah's POV, just FYI. The prologue is just here to confuse you. Cuz that's what I do :)
I really missed you guys, you know.
~Alix