Elias' POV

Quivering red lips, smooth creamy skin, golden strands of hair like floss scattered on the rich colored ground.

I would be a liar if I said she wasn't pretty, this golden lily flower.

However, I had seen so many with her likeness, a quick kiss to stifle my lust. Another kiss to appease her own.

"Looks like someone's horny hmm?"

The young woman purred dangerously close to my ear and I forcefully grabbed her head forcing her lips back against me.

"Hmmm, looks like someone's tired of all the killing, you need me to soothe that pain, " the woman stated pushing my pants down to my ankles.

Whatever, you need to tell yourself.

Wordlessly, I grabbed her and pushed her onto the tiled floor beneath us.

"Elias, you know I'm not supposed to do this..." her tiny voice trailed as I massaged thighs—or was it her breasts?

I can't fucking see.

"But you like being unprofessional don't you?"

My head was swimming with my own screams of anger, my own fatigue and illness were eating at my mind.

"Ohh," the golden lily girl moaned underneath me. I blinked corrected my blurry vision on the woman's face.

Who was she again? You need to stop.

"No..."

What are you doing?

My body had taken control of itself and me, the senseless mind waited patiently in the backseat watching the destruction take place before me. I couldn't imagine myself having sex with anyone else other than Ambrosia at this point.

I looked down at the moaning mess of a woman I was handling and through the tufts of blond hair and translucent skin, I replaced the soft warm glow of Ambrosia.

This was vile, this disloyalty to my flower was disgraceful.

I closed my eyes.

Continuing to roll my body over her own, I connected and separated to the beat of her restless heart. Gradually, my body sped to match its needs and the young woman widened her mouth letting out a growling cry loud enough to pierce my head.

"Shut up," I barked.

I was exasperated, delirious at best, and I didn't need this silly little weed making more noise to stir my unstable mind. However, she only cried louder causing me to force my hand over her mouth.

No, I went lower, onto her neck.

I squeezed and then joined that blissful hand with the other. The woman was struck me with her hand clawing at my arm that had found its home around her throat. She squirmed crying, pleading, choking for my sympathy.

I opened my eyes looked into her eyes, the light blue globes were shining magnificently as water poured out of them. I watched them and watched her until the hold of life was cut from her.

Then, all was quiet, all was still.

The climax had been long obtained along with the sweet high of a fresh kill. I slumped over to the side of the body and dragged my hand over my sweaty face.

"I killed her," I panted in an air of triumph.

What's new? It's not Ambrosia.

"It will never be Ambrosia."

But mother said—

"Fuck mother, " I groaned slamming my hand on the ground and letting my head fall back to gaze around.

"Fuck her I can get the medication on my own, I can make it on my own..."

I was in a small disheveled room, articles of clothing scattered along the floor, and on the wire-frame bed that stood out of place in the corner lay my clothing.

A pool of memories came flooding back as I brought myself to my feet. After the incident at the house, some man had found me cowering in my room. We walked out and I could focus my eyes on anything, I heard the screams of my mother, the cries of Ivy, and then Ambrosia.

Ambrosia.

My flower, my flower made no attempt to stop my perpetrator as he swept me away from her.

Why would she?

She knows everything about me, my issue.

I stumbled towards my clothes and sloppily dressed before grabbing a small pouch that I had gotten from the dead whore behind me. Small blunts were tucked neatly inside and I eagerly grabbed one and rested it between my lips before patting around in the sim lit room for a lighter.

Ahh, the lighter is in her bag.

I flipped over a cheap red purse and opened it up. I dumped out the contents and spotted the tiny canister of holy flames.

The blunt was lit and I put the lighter in my pockets. I felt my body slowly unwind and the off-putting voices began to sink back giving me control once more.

I glanced over at the body and I felt myself grow overwhelming tense, my hands clasped together as a single tear slipped from my eye.

"I can't keep doing this I don't I want this," I pathetically whimpered rubbing my bruised knuckled against each other.

The timidness of my true psyche was coming back and my shadow was leaving, he whispered to me.

This is the only way, retrace your steps.

"Alright," I sighed taking another puff.

After leaving Hill Residence the man, who I assumed was an officer, blindfolded me and threw me into the back of a car. I sat silently bumping my head on the ceiling as we ventured down what I could tell was a makeshift dirt road.

As we finally made it to our destination I was taken out of the car and questioned in...this room.

The lady was already inside of it.

"Damn it," I spat walking over to the pale grey door and pulling on the nob.

Locked, of course.

I dropped my joint and looked over my shoulder at the blonde girl and examined her still, pink corpse.

She questioned me, asked me who I was associated with. Lacking any dignity for myself I had told her everything.

I had told her that in the summer, Tania and Grandmother Hill had hired me and my mother to be legal and physical protection in their trade of business.

I had murdered quite a few people within the drug crisis Ambrosia's grandmother was shuffling through, and then some. Nonetheless, my cover job was house landscaper...I was just a simple gardening boy. I truly loved it, a feeling of responsibility and repayment from the lives I had stolen.

"If only I could tell Ambrosia about my remembrance of all the plants I had planted over dead bodies in that house, all the flowers I had marked their solemn graves with. Then she would understand, love me again, right?"

No answer came from my counterpart.

"When I go back to her, I'll tell her everything, I'll tell her I saw her sister walking with her Grandmother that day...and then-"

I looked around, distracted, there had to be something to pry open the door and peered at one of the wire posts on the bed. I took it in my hand and shook it causing it to wobble and scrape against the little socket it was in. After a few more attempts, I realized it wouldn't budge without some real determination.

Fixing myself onto my back on the bed I struck the hollow pole with my heel and with three firm thrashes I had dislodged it.

A terse call managed to catch my attention as I grabbed the pole.

"Rebecca, are you done with him, we need you upstairs."

Heavy footsteps made their way toward the room and I scrambled to the side of the wall where the door would swing onto.

The door opened and a man in causal streetwear and a black bandanna tied around his mouth walked in his eyes focused straight ahead at the scene.

"Rebecca, what the hell-"

The pole cracked down on his head and caused him to stumble forward and allowing my foot to connect with his back.

I kicked him down and grabbed the Glock G17 he had dangling from his left hand. The man grabbed my wrist and twisted with his free hand, I cried out In pain and smack his head with the base of the pole. While he withered back in pain I made a struggle to kick the gun out of his hand.

The gun slid into the hallway that the man hand walked in from and I scrambled for it. From behind, a large hand-pulled my shirt back and I punched swiftly from underneath. My head flung back and hit the door frame and I cursed in pain as my vision began to double onto itself.

The man pushed me aside in a dive for his weapon but I attempted to knee his throat. Successfully I had stopped him and he coughed falling forward onto his knees. I took his head and kneed him again so that he had fallen onto his back.

I eagerly retrieved the gun and shot him twice in the gut. The man's screams of agony echoed through the damp basement as I pulled the mask from his face and looked him in the eye before shooting his chest.

"F-finally dead," I wavered pulling my shoulders back and calming my uneven gasps for air.

I walked out of the room wiping the stray blood that had splattered onto my face a neck with my shirt. Quickly I rushed down the hallway and towards a door where a woman crying could be heard.

"Please don't kill me, just let me go!"

It was Tania Evans and if she was in there my mother was surely somewhere nearby.

"Here, you have everything the business, the new drug shipments, the private boat trades there all yours, just let me live," Tania wailed her voice hiccuping in between.

"The house Tania, we want the house!" A scratchy voice dove back at her.

Tania began to sob intelligible things that I couldn't understand and had no time to crouch idly and decipher.

I moved on swiftly to another door that revealed stairs zig-zagging up into higher levels.

This must be a warehouse building.

I began my ascent up the stairs onto the first level where an exit sign had been placed next to the floor number. I opened the door and spied the exit at the end of the hallway that harbored large rectangular windows.

I looked outside realizing the sun was giving way to the moon's domain and ducked quickly as a man by a large car noticed me. Gunshot holes decorated the windows and eventually shattering them as I crawled on my hands and knees flinching away from the glass shards.

"Elias, are you there Elias!?"

A poignant call came from my mother. I raised my head for a moment to see her ties up around a pole in an open room that was intersecting the hallway.

"Elias, help your mother, please my baby boy," she cried out to me.

Her makeup was smeared along her face and on a small gag that was tied around her neck. Her clothes were torn up leaving her partially exposed around her waist and chest. My mother was crying, shaking, beckoning me to come to her and release her.

I slowly crawled to her and crouched behind her reaching for rope tied around her twists.

"Good boy, your so good Elias, after this we'll leave this shitty town-this shitty state," my mother began to warble.

"No, you can leave, I have things to take care of," I replied as I reached for the lighter I had placed in my pocket.

"What the hell Elias, Ambrosia is as good as dead...I have your medication Elias you know that!"

I dropped lighter and stood up, I looked at the woman in front of me.

The woman that beat me and seared me with her cigarettes as I grew up with her. Suffocated me with her lies of motherly love and abused my character.

She was tied up in front of me, seething helpless, pathetic, disgusting, and exposed in the hell she had created for herself. The clumps of her dark brown hair her weighed down by her seat and in her face the grimace of a crazed creature. With eyes of hot coal and a mouth tempted to spit bouts of poison.

"You're as good as dead mother and...and I could shoot you right now but that would mean you still have some effect over me."

With that last farewell, I turned back around and fell back to my knees to continue through the exit door.

"You sick fuck, you disgraceful pig, YOU CAN'T DO THIS... just like your father leaving me, Elias—ELIAS!"

Two men were waiting outside with their guns cocked towards the door. I held my gun steadily and poked it through the door quickly firing two shots into their heads.

A cry of awareness from my killings rang from the stairs I had just come from and I burst through the door sprinting towards the woods that were adjacent to the warehouse.

More gunshots sounded off behind me and weaved to avoid; a sharp force ripped its way into my shoulder and I tripped over my feet but still maintained my run. As I ran deeper into the forest I clutched my shoulder in pain and shoved my gun into the back of my pants.

"Shit," I muttered as the blood from my shoulder wound began to drip down my arm. I pushed through the sting and heavyweight of tenderness my arm was developing. The night came sooner than I expected The thick black cape of the Moon draped across the sky and made it almost impossible to see.

I slowly jogged to a stop as I could hear in the distance the soft, dangerous rush of water.

Water...a river?!

My heart jumped into my throat as I walked towards the running water. My body shook as a gush of wind-whipped passed me, mocking me.

So, this is the tool of your defeat?

-End of Elias' POV-

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