Chapter 11
Author's Note:
So, yet another chapter and yet another time I must admit that I do not own anything. One last thing I must say, go check out Paramore7's story Misery Business. It's awesome! Well, enjoy.
Magnus POV:
Magnus charged into the small room, prepared for anything; or so he thought. His breath caught in his throat and the world faded away as his eyes fell upon his Alec.
Alec was lying on a simple folding table in the middle of the room. He was in the exact same outfit he had been when Magnus had last seen him. As a matter of fact, he appeared to be sleeping.
Don't let him be dead! Please don't let him be dead! Magnus thought as his heart began to pound. A low chuckle got his attention to the corner of the room. What he saw snapped the entire world back into focus, but more or less punched him in the face. Valentine.
Magnus couldn't understand it. Valentine was there. He tried to rationalize what he was seeing. Maybe it was just someone with a striking similarity to Valentine.
No. This man had the same light in his eye that made you shiver. The same way of pacing around the room while never taking his gaze off you, making you feel as if you were being stalked by some sort of predator. And the same smirk that injected all of his malice into one gesture, yet still conveyed his idea of human suffering as a joke.
"Your gaping mouth is an indication of your surprise." Valentine smirked.