Sounds of Screaming:

-Chapter Thirty-Four: Alive (N' Out of Control)

Author's Note: Okay, seeing as I disappeared and didn't update for days at a time whilst I was studying for exams, I am going to work my butt off to make sure you all get an update at least every two days, if not every day :) It's not a promise, but I can promise I'll work 100% to make sure you get it :)

Can't be your angel when I'm living like a devil
Can't be a lover when I'm living like a rebel
I'm addicted to the misery in my head
Better stop before I end up dead

Well I'm alive when I'm falling apart
I'm out of control, I'm losing my own soul

~"Alive (N' Out of Control) – Papa Roach

The Spaniard's tan fingers shook violently as he adjusted the straps on the wooden chair. His brown eyes were wide as they looked over the black leather, his fingers fumbled with the buckles.

God knows what these are for, God bless that woman.

Standing away from the chair, he looked it over once; making sure it was exactly as his master had ordered.

Wrists, ankles, head...no escape.

Gulping harshly, the Spaniard looked to the small stereo next to the chair. Kneeling down, he flipped the lid, reading the CD within.

I know this band, his eyes saddened as he remembered they used a lot of heavy drums and screeching guitars.

God bless that woman, he thought again.

The Spaniard remembered how terrified the cop looked, he had seen the hope die in her eyes when she realised his master was her captor.

I can't help you, I'm sorry.

Gulping back the guilt, the Spaniard stood up. Out of the corner of his bloodshot eyes, he saw his young master approach. His presence was as fear-inducing as before, making all who surround him cringe in dread.

"Señor!" The Spaniard stuttered, "Everything is set, as you asked-"

Aaron stalked past him, his cold, determent gaze never wavering from the door ahead. When he left, the Spaniard let out a sigh, relieved he wasn't on the receiving end of his master's fury.

But that woman will be, The Spaniard glowered at his own conscience. The guilt began to set in; he was helping keep the cop hostage, helping his master hurt her.

I can't help you, I'm sorry.

Reaching a trembling hand to his neck, the Spaniard took out his chain, staring at the small, golden locket hanging weightlessly on the end. With shaking fingers he opened the locket, a pair of warm, loving eyes stared back.

I already have someone to save.

As he walked through the office ward of the warehouse, Aaron began making comparisons. When he was young, he often compared himself to his dad, noticing the similarities and differences.

The cheeky smile, the hazel eyes, the thick brown hair, he got all of them from James Vincent. But the tough aura his father radiated, something he always felt safe in, was not something Aaron had.

I was quick as hell, but a scrawny scrap of a kid.

Smirking as he paced, Aaron looked at the mountainous muscles attached to his broad shoulders, now he was strong. Someone who could be a protector.

Now I'm like you dad…and you're not here to see it.

Losing his smile, Aaron felt his strong hands curl into shaking fists.

You and mum aren't here to see me now…and its Wolfe's fault!

Composing himself, Aaron rounded the corner, now walking towards the Muslim he set to watch over his prisoner.

"Hassan!" he barked, his voice as sharp and deathly as a dagger. The Muslim looked up, nodding to his master as he approached.

"Bring her into the Spaniard, await my return, do not harm her unless necessary. Understood?"

That's my privilege, one I will not share.

Hassan nodded roughly, "Understood sir."

Leaving the Muslim, Aaron continued pacing away, towards the security office he used as a sanctuary. To escape the Muslim, the Spaniard, the world and truly focus.

But with the security camera monitors surrounding him, Aaron was still in control.

Control, he smirked, control is mine Wolfe, I control you.

Aaron learned after his parent's death, that control was the most important thing a man could possess. After all, it was Ryan Wolfe who let his justice and control slip through his grasp and into Rodrigo Cembalo's death-giving hands.

You ruined my life Wolfe, now I'm going to take yours!

Ryan Wolfe had made his live a living hell, and because of him, Aaron was now a demon. One who would do anything to get revenge.

I will hurt anyone Wolfe...even those who I once loved...cause they betrayed me like you betrayed the law!

24-year-old Aaron Vincent felt like a wild bull, swinging his fists manically at Officer Liam Payne.

"WHO WAS IT?"

The aging officer could barely lift an arm to defend himself against Aaron's swift assault; the younger man had speed, strength and stamina on his side.

"Who let Cembalo out? He was meant to be serving 10 years in a Miami cell! How the hell was he here, killing my PARENTS?"

Liam fell under the blows, collapsing against his desk and sliding to the floor. Aaron kept attacking, swinging kick after kick into the aged officer's chest.

"Aaron...please...stop..."

Breathing ecstatic, Aaron stood still, leaning over his once close friend.

"I thought I could trust you, but you hid Cembalo's location from me, you told me he was still in London but I travelled all the way to the slums of Calcutta just to find him!"

Liam gasped from the floor, "So it was you Aaron! When I heard Cembalo was killed...in Asia...I-I-I had suspicions but...you murdered a man!"

Aaron's snarl was animalistic, "I slaughtered a beast! And I will do the same to you if you don't tell me what I want to know! How can I access Cembalo's case files? I want to know what exact slimy American cop let him go and why!"

Liam felt himself struggling to breathe, his chest hurt too much.

"A-a-Aaron...we...don't have that...clearance...no English...station...would..."

Liam looked up into the furious hazel eyes of a child he once knew, an innocent child who died in that fire along with James and Mary.

And from the ashes...a monster was born...

Aaron swung another kick into the aged officer's chest, leaving him a bloody, heaving pulp on the office floor before disappearing into the night, pulling a cab to Heathrow Airport. He wasn't there to see Payne's fatal heart attack.

I must find the cops who let Cembalo go...who killed my parents!

It would take Aaron a few years to find his answer whilst in the Mississippi police force, searching through countless files on the nights he stayed back for overtime.

Reading the details of the report, Aaron felt disgusted, the arresting officer didn't argue against Cembalo's release. In fact, his name was on the issue that purposed Cembalo's release.

Aaron read the name with a burning deep within his soul.

Officer Ryan Wolfe...you're going to pay for your sins!

So, Ryan is partially responsible for the murder of Aaron's parents?

What will Aaron do to avenge them and cause Ryan the same pain he felt?

And why did Ryan let Cembalo go in the first place?

Find out soon readers ;)

-Mel out ;D

Lyrics refer to Aaron's thirst for control...which he's about to lose. Is this good or bad news for Nat and the team though? :O