Chapter 2 Red Hands & Black Deeds

Nothin can save me from these red hands and black deeds

Roman just glared at me, thoughts going a mile a minute racing through his skull, trying to pinpoint them into a single thought, the number one question always would be, why his darling wife was mentioned on my kill list, after all her death was from cancer. Ooh things are about to get interesting, at least for me.

"You know Roman I can see why Leyla loved you, at least physically, then again that was the one worry you always feared about, whether or not she actually loved you, given she was a woman of extreme beauty, wealth and warmth, and you, just a lowly detective, and yet despite all the late nights and missed occasions, she still held love in her heart for you and you alone."

"If you mention my wife one more time I'm gonna rip your head off"

The words came out harsh yet controlled, a dangerous tone but without yelling, given how strongly he felt about his wife, he was being very calm, I respected that.

"Go ahead, you wouldn't be the first" I lifted my head so he could see the bright white scar running across my throat, from ear to ear like a smiley face, only it would be more like a grinning face, sometimes it reminded me of a jack-o-lantern.

He took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts, thoughts that didn't concern his wife.

"So tell me about Aj Styles, he would be where the story starts right? With A?"

I shook my head, "Aj Styles is nothin more than insignifcant speck that I delightedly erased, but he is not where the story starts." I lent back in my chair as much as the cuffs would allow me,

"Our story begins with the first man I ever killed, to this day I still don't know his name, he came through my bedroom window a little after nine thirty with murderous intentions, sometimes I wish I could feel sorry for him but hey, he was an idiot so I don't feel too much for him"

"Why was he an idiot Raven?"

"Let me ask you somethin Roman, if you were tryin to kill someone and you were standin by their bed and they rolled out one side, what would you do?"

"Stay where I was, they would come out the other side, and if they don't I'm still closer to their exit"

I clapped my hands in delight, genuine laughter coming from my throat, "Exactly! But that idiot went to retrieve me, by the time he realised his mistake I was all ready slittin his throat. His blood splashed so far, it was quite amusing to watch"

"Why am I not shocked that the psychopath likes blood"

"Oh sure, feel sorry for the dumbass that tried to kill me, spose you'll feel sorry for the others too"

"Others?"

"The other men that came into our house that night, it was an army of un-known men against five, it was a battle that was never going to end in our favour"

"So your whole family was killed"

"Killed is an understatement Roman, my family was butchered like rabid dogs in the street. Would you like to know how each one died?"

"No"

Are you shocked that I didn't listen? Besides I was on a roll now.

"My oldest sister Harmoni was strangled with razor wire, when they found her they couldn't remove it from her flesh, she had to be buried with it. My twin sister Iziah was hacked to death with her own axe, I can still see her hand flying through the air, her blood spraying like a water sprinkler. My Father Shawn was kicked to death after watching his three daughters being slaughtered. The only one who actually got off easy was my youngest sister Jamie, it was only a bullet to the head that got her."

He looked at me slightly confused, "Who was the third sister?"

"Now that is the question isn't it?"

I let out another laugh and decided to clear things up for him, "I was the first one to be executed, I was on my knees, the soft rug digging into my knees like sharp needles, he tugged my head back exposing my throat and ran his blade from right to left in one foul swoop. Did you know that blood dries faster than you think, it sticks, then it dries and it almost becomes impossible to get off. I fell to the side thinking that in ninety seconds my torture and pain would be over. But it wasn't, I survived. I watched as they moved to Harmoni, then Iziah and then they killed my Dad, see they didn't know I wasn't dead, they didn't realise until now."

"Why do they want you dead and who are they?"

"The who is a secret organisation that knows what I really am, but sadly they have yet to figure out what is so blatantly obvious, I can't be killed. You can't get rid of someone like me, I'm here to stay whether you people like it or not."

"So you're a zombie?"

I just gave him a look, "Really Detective? A zombie?"

"It could happen"

"What I am is what I am and that won't change" Because I have to be even more ominious.

Roman stretched his large arms as if we had been at this for hours, "So let me guess the end of the story, you started killing people because your family was killed and now you're getting revenge"

"Not even close" I relaxed back in my chair again, I even managed to put my feet up. "Let me finish the story Roman, maybe you'll finally understand"

"Understand what Raven?"

"I don't pick the who, I just pick the how"