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by J. L. Beck


  All the humor from his lame ass joke faded as no one seemed to find what he had said funny. Instead, they were quiet, waiting patiently to see what would take place next.

  “We’re just talking, Killer. We're friends. You know, you used to have them before everything.” Maggie cut in, standing up, and then shoving from her seat. She maneuvered between the table and me, those dark brown eyes of her’s growing almost black with anger. I had every intention of making these lousy fucks realize that she was mine and only fucking mine. No argument between Maggie and I would change that.

  “Friends?” I met her eyes with my own mocking stare, before locking eyes with the asshole over her shoulder. Maybe Maggie’s past and mine were different but the only friend I ever had was her. It had always been her, and no one else.

  “Killer don’t do this,” Maggie spoke a soft plea for only me to hear, but killing was my nature. It didn’t matter who it was that had to die. Anger and vengeance were a part of the person that I was. The human in me, the person I was before this said I was overreacting, but the killer−the person I was today said “Save yourself the time and end his life. After all, you’ll be setting an example for the rest of the men in this room.”

  I needed his blood on my hands. I needed to feel his pain as I ripped his heart from his body. Maybe I didn’t need to kill him, but I wanted too.

  “Please… Don’t do this Killer. Not after everything we have already been through” Maggie spoke again, and this time, I couldn’t help but cut my eyes to hers. Her angelic face was so fragile, her lips almost a ruby red that begged to be devoured by my lips.

  My cock grew hard at the thought of the very things we could be doing right at this moment. Instead of what was about to take place. Emotions overwhelmed my rage; annoyance and horniness coming at me full force, yet one question ran through my mind. Why would Maggie go out of her way to make friends with these people?

  “Let me tell you something and your ears better be wide fucking open.” My movements were stealthy as I maneuvered around Maggie, one of my hands wrapping around his throat. I squeezed lightly as I lifted him from his seat. I could feel his pulse against my palm, and the fear and panic in his stare as his eyes met mine.

  Not all project members were considered successful members. Some were just like normal humans, only meant to be buried six feet deep in the ground. I’m guessing this was one of those fuckers.

  “Maggie no matter who she is to you is fucking mine. Mine. I’ve claimed her, the beast inside of me has claimed her. I will kill for her, and if it wasn’t for her begging for your pathetic life right now, your neck would’ve already been snapped. Hell, maybe I would’ve been an asshole and ripped you straight down the middle so that I could bathe in your blood?” I smiled at him, sinking my nails deeply into his flesh. Blood pricked right underneath my nail, my body salivating as it waited for me to deliver the final blow.

  Time stood still while everyone in the room watched. To all of them, I was a ticking time bomb, capable of destroying anyone. Where I walked, people scattered. But in all honesty, I didn’t blame them. I knew what type of person I was, and how vicious the animal inside of me was when baited and this asshole baited me. I had warned these males, these fucking people. I had warned Ty the leader of what would happen if anyone fucked with what was mine. Still, not one person took my serious.

  “Is there a problem, Killer?” The only man that had the balls to challenge me in this entire place finally spoke. My eyes darted from the asshole’s in front of me and to Ty’s. Most days all I could do was nod my head and act okay, just like a little bitch would. But you see that wasn’t me, it never would be and today I was doing whatever the fucking beast inside of me wanted to do.

  Without even thinking about it, and with minimal effort, the beast inside of me raged to the surface rearing its head out. The killer that had been laid to rest for weeks was now going to make his grand appearance. I gritted my teeth together as a lash of pain seared through my chest. Fire engulfed my body, and then everything went calm. Too calm.

  I swallowed down whatever words I was going to speak, and let my actions do the talking instead. With a firm grip on the fuckers throat, I squeezed, and squeezed, until I heard the cracking of bones, and snapping of tendons. I didn’t stop or even take a breath until blood coated my hand, dripping down onto the white tiled floor.

  The distinct high I always got when I made a killed filled my blood stream. I was like an addict, waiting for his next fix. I could feel the room changing, men running, some running to the aid of the man who was now dead on the ground.

  Air filled my lungs, the smell of the males blood hitting me first, then Maggie’s fear, and lastly the smell of anger. It fueled me more than I would like to admit. Taking the remaining blood from my hand, I rubbed it onto my other hand and up and down both arms, then onto my face, showing everyone that I wasn’t afraid to kill, or prove that when you fucked with something of mine you would end up dead.

  “Killer?” The way Maggie said my name, pulled me from my high, and before I could even respond to her I was being taken to the ground. An electric bolt zapping through my head and down my spine within a flash.

  “Please don’t hurt him. I don’t know what’s wrong with him.” I hated that I had hurt Maggie and that she felt the need to defend me against our own kind but if I was being honest, I needed this.

  I needed to prove myself. To show them that though I was tamed by Maggie, that the beast wasn’t gone. He was just lying dormant waiting for his next kill.

  “Like I believe that… He knows what he’s done, Maggie, and you’re really fucking naive if you think he doesn’t.” Ty’s voice met my ears and I turned on the floor in the direction of his voice. Everything was so bright the lights above hurting my eyes, as another zap worked it’s way through my body.

  Every cell in my body was on fire, and my head ached as if someone had landed a boot against it numerous times. I could feel hands on me as I was lifted into the air and placed on what had to be some type of stretcher.

  “I’m not fucking naive. I know the type of person he is, though. Things are hard right now. Please, Ty.” My teeth clashed together, so hard my jaw ached. I couldn’t listen to her beg Ty for forgiveness. I would take whatever punishment was given to me.

  I tried to blink away the pain but as soon as I did more pain washed over me. Still, I was able to catch a glimpse of Maggie as she stared Ty down, the determining look in her eyes. The one that made me love her all the more.

  “Just because things are hard doesn’t mean people have to die. I should’ve known allowing you, and him to come to this institution would end in nothing but bad news.” I could hear the sneer in his voice even if I couldn’t see his face.

  “You’re…” Maggie’s voice trailed off, and for a fraction of a second, I regretted doing what I had, because it always seemed to come back on Maggie.

  “He will be punished for what he did today, and that’s all I have to say about this.” My stomach clenched, and my blood sang gleefully knowing that more pain and more blood was coming.

  Four

  Maggie

  “The first rule of being a member of the Project society is to never show emotion in the face of your enemy.” Killer stalked me from the corner mat. I had to force the anger I was feeling towards him away, so I could focus on the task at hand. In reality I wanted nothing more than to kick him in the balls and walk away. After everything with Roger, and the sacrifices my father had made for both of us I thought for sure there would be no lingering doubts about what we were in each other’s eyes.

  I stared intently at him, waiting for his next move. It was then that a mass of blackness flew across the mat and straight at me. My hands came up to my face to protect myself and my heart seemed to skip a beat. Killer’s right shoulder slammed into my mid-section forcing the air out of my lungs. With a huff, I landed against the mat, Killer twisting just enough that most of the impact from the fall rested on him.
/>   “Second rule, never get lost inside your own head. Your mind is your best and worst asset when it comes to defeating your enemy.” I blinked and Killer was up and off of me. He offered me a hand up, and I took it slowly coming to my feet.

  He just caught me off guard, that’s all. I thought to myself. The truth was I didn’t think I could do this. Even though I had killed someone and awakened−according to Gauge−there was nothing really inside of me that made me want to kill others. On the rare occasion that I felt threatened, the urge would spring to life. Yet, still something felt off about what and who I truly was.

  “How exactly did you come about these rules?” I lingered around the edge of the mat. I wasn’t scared of Killer, but I also didn’t want to go against him again. We hadn’t even been really fighting, sparring, or battling against one another. What would happen when that day came? Could he hold himself back from ending my life? Or would I cease to exist? A part of me still wondered what he was truly capable of

  “We didn’t come about them, Maggie.” His blue eyes cut to mine. “They’re what we’re founded on. When I was first brought here, into the Brotherhood these were the things that I was taught. I didn’t have to learn to fight or protect myself, it’s in my genetic make-up.” The way he talked made it seem like he also understood that I couldn’t possibly be the same as him.

  “If you were born this way, then why do I have to be taught this? Shouldn’t it have been genetically injected in me? Shouldn’t it have come when I awakened?” These were questions I had never asked out loud. I knew Killer didn’t have the answers, the only person that would was out of reach.

  The air shifted around me, and I gasped as Killer appeared right in front of me. He could be so fast when he truly wanted to be.

  “No one knows what you are, or what you are capable of; and if you ask me, it’s not me who they should be scared of…” The words lingered between us, my pulse beating erratically at his unsaid words.

  “Then who is it?” I asked.

  “You.” He pointed at me, his face masked of all emotion. The dream I had before I awoke at the NYC institution told me that I was the chosen one, whatever that meant.

  “Killer…” Anxiety filled my belly. I needed to talk to him about the memories that had appeared in that dream.

  What if he already knows? The question bounced around inside my head, raging hell upon my soul. What if he already knew?

  “You think we’re the same, Maggie.” Killer interrupted me. “We aren’t.” He added, turning around to head back towards his side of the mat completely blowing me off. It seemed like no matter what Killer was hell bent on showing me just how different we were from one another.

  “I’ll show you just how much of the same we are.” Determination rooted itself deep inside of me, like a tree sinking its roots into the ground. Killer grinned at me in a cocky manner as if to say “bring it.” Then he charged me, and he continued to do so while lecturing me on proper landing techniques that would save me from getting killed. We did this for hours, skipping lunch completely. Everything hurt, my muscles and tendons tight and tense from overuse.

  Still I couldn’t forget about the dream, or the fact that talking to Killer had jogged my memory. I needed to tell him, but every time I looked at him and thought about telling him in the last hour I felt something in my chest crack. A piece of myself was dislodging, and that piece of me said to keep that memory and its contents to yourself.

  “Go stretch. I’ll meet you back at the room before we head to dinner.” Killer spoke softly, helping me up from the ass kicking he had just handed me. His eyes met mine and I felt so exposed, as if he could see right through to my soul. Neither of us had spoken about that day in the cabin. Questions were mounting, but the answers to them were nowhere in sight.

  “I will, I just have a question.” I told him, curiosity evident in my tone. I hated all the secrets that were between us. It felt like a rift was starting to form, and eventually Killer would be out of reach. Lost in himself.

  “Can it wait?” He rubbed the back of his head. I gave him a sour look. I didn’t understand why I couldn’t ask the question now.

  “No it can’t.” I gripped him by the arm, forcing him to stay facing me. His eyes swept down to where it was that I gripped him. I could feel his emotions hitting me like waves, each one crashing more heavily into me than the last.

  “That night at the cabin… What happened?” My words were hushed, and I looked around the room to make sure no one else was paying attention.

  “Nothing Maggie.” He gritted out, his jaw was tense and the veins in his neck were protruding. Nothing, huh? I wasn’t going to take that for an answer, all day he had been pressing his luck, pushing harder than I had ever been pushed. It was my turn to press back now.

  “If it was nothing, then you wouldn’t be acting as you are… If you ask me, nothing isn’t something to get that worked up about?” I felt as if I was being lied to at every corner.

  You’re lying too. My conscious echoed back at me.

  Killer’s chest pressed into mine, his eyes growing dark, his hands encompassing my wrists. A soft squeeze pressed against my flesh. His face bent down to my ear, where I could feel his hot, heavy breaths. A shiver shot down my spine, feeding into the craving that was Killer. It didn’t matter what reaction we had to one another or what we said, nothing could change that connection that we had to one another.

  “If I could remember what happened Maggie, then I would tell you.” The roughness in his voice, shot straight to my core. Something inside of me took over, and without thought to the witnesses that were in the room. I stretched up, pressing my lips firmly against his.

  His fingers dug into my wrists, but he didn’t stop or pull away, instead he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into my mouth. I could feel the power in him, the desire that was right below the surface. He wanted me, and he definitely wanted more than he was letting on.

  Pressing more firmly into him, I pulled my hands away taking one and running it up and down the front of his shirt, the other I used to pull him in closer. Still I could feel apprehension in his movements as he pushed me against a nearby wall a few feet away. This was the last thing we needed to be doing, but it felt so right; his lips on mine, the passion between us within the range of causing a fire.

  “We have to stop…” He mumbled against my lips, but his body said otherwise. I was overcome with want, a frenzied need for more lingered right under the surface.

  If only I could get a taste, one small sample before…

  “I’ll try my hardest not to hurt you.” Killer’s lips were against my throat and I could feel the wetness between my legs pooling. His scent surrounded me, as I gripped the bed sheets beneath me.

  “More, please…” I begged him, in between pants. I could feel the distinct building of an orgasm and he hadn’t even entered me yet.

  “I don’t know if I can do this, Maggie.” He stared into my eyes anxiety filling his. I could see the tension in his muscles and I hated how afraid he was, how he worried about hurting me so much when we were both the same thing.

  “You can’t break me, Killer and it doesn’t matter. I trust you.” I begged, not only with my words but my actions, spreading my legs wider and pressing my lips against his. I could feel the moment his walls came down and he gave in to those feelings of lust. His cock sunk into me, his hard flesh meeting my soft flesh.

  “If I hurt you…” He groaned. I was past thought, my body climbing to that point between floating and falling.

  “Killer…” I moaned deeply, pressing my heels into the back of his ass. I wanted more, so much more. Nothing would ever be good enough with him. There would always be another high that we could meet together.

  “I won’t forgive myself.” He whispered, slamming into me to the hilt, his cock growing harder with every single stroke.

  “Just give me this, this moment with you. If you can’t promise me forever, give me this right now.” I could b
arely speak as he thrust deep inside me, his shoulders tightening with every push, his legs pressing firmly into my own, and a look of anguish on his face as he tried to hold himself back. What he didn’t realize was I wanted all of him. Every single piece of him.

  The dark. The light. The good. The evil. It all made him who he was. And I craved it.

  “I love you, Maggie.” Our breaths mingled together, his fingers digging into my hips as he held me still. The mask he held in place was slipping, and so was I.

  “I love you too, Killer…” Then it happened. I clamped down, my muscles tensed, and a deep euphoria covered my body from head to toe. I could feel nothing, and everything at the same time. My senses were heightened and it felt like I could feel Killer more. Every movement that he made was connected to my own. It felt as if we were one.

  “Maggie?”

  I could see Killer above me, concern etched in his features. A grin the size of Texas was upon my face so I wasn’t sure why he was so concerned.

  “Maggie, are you with me?” Killer’s face came in and out of focus as I came back to reality, my face growing red as I realized I had basically had a wet dream while awake.

  “Uhhh…” I pulled away from Killer as if he had the power to burn me.

  “Maggie, are you okay?” Killer asked another question, this time taking a step forward. I couldn’t help the dream I had or the realism that I felt from it. I was drawn to Killer. I nodded my head yes and then made a beeline for the exit. I had to get out of here, away from him, and into a cold shower before I made a mistake that would lead to giving myself over to Killer more than emotionally but physically as well.

  The answer to Killer’s question still lingering in the back of my mind as I ran down the hall towards the sleep quarters.

 

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