The cold barrel of the gun pressed hard against the side of Cain's pale head. A devilish chuckle came from behind him. Riff was right - it was Jizabel. His veins popped from his hands - he wasn't letting go of the gun. His other hand swung around to pull Cain by the hair off of Riff. "Jizable," Cain snarled.
"Cain," He snikered in reply, slamming his half-brother against the wall. He pressed the gun hard on Cain's forehead.
"Riff. . . " Cain whimpered.
"Oh, Cain, your little servant isn't going to help you now. Poison collecting is a great hobby. It makes it so easy for me. . . "
"What did you do to him?!" Cain screamed. Riff was lying limp on the bed. "And how the hell did you find my - "
"Oh Cain, that need not matter to you. Although you are so cute when you babble about poisons in your sleep." Jizabel chuckled.
Cain groaned as he struggled against the hand firmly place on his chest. He was pinned to the wall - trapped like a pathetic squealing mouse in the claws of a cat. "Riff. . . " Cain whispered.
Jizabel leaned into Cain so that his lips almost brushed up on Cain's ear. "So, this man. . . This lowly servant. . . You love him, don't you?" Cain struggled to reach the nightstand. If he could just grab the knob and open that drawer. . . "Hn. . . So Alexis spends all his time planning on how he can hurt you - his little queer son? That's ridiculuos. You turned out so wrong, Cain."
"No. . ." Cain mumbled. He hadn't listened to a thing his half-brother had said. He needed to get to that drawer. His fingers slided over the cold glossy mahogany wood. He slowly wrapped each finger around the knob and slided the drawer open while Jizabel continued to taunt Cain with his cruel whispers. Cain felt around for the cold hard metal. Yes, there it was. He grabbed onto the gun.
Lock and load, and then goodbye bastard.
It was amazing how Jizabel was so focused on vocally abusing Cain. He had no idea that now the tables were turned, and the was a gun aimed directly at his heart.
"So now we fight fire with fire." Cain whispered to Jizabel. He bit his half-brothers neck - hard. So hard that little beads of blood appeared, and dripped down his neck, staining his white clothing.
Cain looked away and pulled the trigger.
I feel evil. This one was super short, but I wanted to make it suspensful. sticks out tongue
Okay, TBC. But I have to say that this was totally inspired by Thanks For the Venom and I Never Told You What I Do For A Living by My Chemical Romance.