Death's Favorite

‎"Miss Lee, do you think life is unfair?" ‎ ‎ I stared at my patient as she paid attention to the ceiling of my office, her eyes glazed over. ‎ ‎ I was admitted into the orphanage after that night. None of my parent's relatives wanted me, but I didn't care. I worked my ass off to get a future for myself without needing their help, however few years into college, while majoring in psychology, I got into a hit-and-run accident. ‎ ‎ As I laid on the hospital bed, lamenting my dreaded life, the doctor came to me with the news that I might have to resort to a walking stick for half of my lifetime. ‎ ‎ It's been twenty years since I last saw my sister, the police couldn't get any leads in their investigation. It was pathetic, so I did believe that life was unfair, but as a therapist, I couldn't tell that to my patient. ‎ ‎ "Would you like to share your thoughts on it, Sarah?" I replied with a smile. ‎ ‎ "Miss Lee." My patient spoke carefully as she looked at me, her wrinkled

‎"Did you say you were going to Devin College?" ‎ ‎I blinked, thoughts bundling up in my head before I was pulled out of my reverie and my vision settled on Sarah more clearly. ‎ ‎"Yes." I glanced at the wall clock. 13:00. I needed to be at the college before half past one. ‎ ‎Sarah would be my last patient for today. If only, she'll just.... ‎ ‎"You feel it's strange too, right Miss Lee?" ‎ ‎I tapped a pen unto a book in my hand in rhythm. "What is, Sarah?" ‎ ‎"The news I've been hearing from that school." She looked sideways as if another person was there in the office with us, before leaning in slightly. "It's unsettling." ‎ ‎I knew that already, but I wanted to indulge her, considering she might know something that I didn't. Sarah always does. "And what's that?" ‎ ‎She suddenly placed a hand on her chest and shook her head slowly. "Oh, I cannot say. It's been ruled out as an Omerta, as I've heard. And you know, the walls have ears. I do NOT want to get in troub

"You should give her a break." ‎ ‎A voice said from behind me, careful but low. I didn't need to know who it belonged to but it made me wonder how long they'd been watching. ‎ ‎Kiean shook his head. "She's just at the right amount of mental damage." He stopped in front of me, placed his fingers to my chin and tipped it up. "Little bird, if your parents had succeeded, we wouldn't have been able to carry out the plan." Then he flicked at my skin as if he'd touched something filthy. ‎ ‎ "You and your sister were wise to run and hide, it gave us more time to square them up the second they arrived. Since your parents were gone, we decided to take your sister instead, meaning she would live and work in the organisation for the rest of her life. And you, we didn't care so much for a six year old, but we were going to come back after you'd matured. ‎ ‎However, Oracle seemed to have other plans in mind. We suspected that they were responsible for the hit and run accident that cost yo

KENDRICK I stood with my hands clasped behind my back as Kiean's gaze scanned the entirety of my being before he laid his glass of whiskey to the glass table before him. "Did you carry out an additional assignment from the one given?" ‎ ‎I glanced at the minimally dressed woman on top of him who pleasured herself into riding his groin and was one second away from stripping herself totally, before turning to hold his expressionless stare. "Only personal." ‎The Veiled Club was someplace Kiean constantly frequented. He didn't seem to enjoy being here so I didn't understand why he spent most of his time hanging out with it's heavily painted, barely covered women who seemed to heavily desire encasing him in their bosoms. The place was loud, filled with multiple flashes of light with different hues of amber and a lot of speakers exploding out meaningless words people mistook for music. ‎The Neon lights didn't help matters too. I despised coming here but my older brother and Don

‎I pulled the blinds in my office a little to the right before peeking an eye out the window. Night had fallen and there was still no sight of the maniac. ‎No, don't get me wrong, I wasn't waiting for him or anything, I'd just finished with a new patient and I didn't want to leave immediately so it won't seem like I was running away. ‎ I mean, what if he has men lurking in the shadows to keep tabs on me? ‎I glanced at the wall clock. It was far past eight. On second thought, I might as well just leave and blame it on him for not arriving earlier. A woman should know when and how to use emotions to work in her favor. ‎'On second thought, that might not work and you might actually die' said a voice in my head. ‎I snorted and straightened to my feet. I picked my cane and approached the door. 'Who said trying was illegal?' ‎'Uhm, I'm not sure you noticed but haven't you seen him? What part of him screams legal?' ‎'Shut up' I might be going insane because I was arguing wit