THE BRIDE OF DECEPTION

It is only the beginning...

                                               -Author.

|K I R I L L|

The darkness embraces the sky as I step forward in the eerie silence, the sound of dry leaves crunching underneath the pressure of my foot steps.

The streets that usually are busy in the morning are deadly calm, haunting silence hung around me as I kept walking forward without letting the darkness around me affect me. The moon hid behind the dusty clouds casting a very blur glow up far from the sky.

My each footstep echoed in my ears because of extreme silence that took the hold of these abandoned streets. Taking the gloves out of the pocket of my jeans, I continued my walk while I put them on.

I took the mask out from my other pocket without stopping and placed it on my face, hiding my identity from the world and burying the secrets and mysteries of these menacing night.

The deserted cabin, that I found here a few days back, came in my sight because of the distant glow that came right from that place. I paused, looking around, carefully, checking just in case someone was being nosy enough today but when I found nothing and no one, I headed towards my destination forward, the deserted cabin.

Leaving the dark and standard woodland behind, I, now stood at the door step of the deserted cabin. Taking one last look at my surroundings, I knocked at the door for perfect four times.

I stood there waiting for it to be opened and it did, nine seconds later, revealing a man in grey. He was wearing a grey hoodie and sweatpants, his face covered with a skull mask but it did not hid his identity from me. I know who I am looking at, I know who I will be talking to, in short, I know who is he.

Ivan Smirnov.

Without getting any words out of his mouth, he stepped aside giving me the room to step inside. The silence stayed the same even when I entered a room with few people in here.

"Is everyone finally here?!" A very sharp and filled with enthusiasm and excitement reached my ears, cutting through the silence.

Alexander Petrov.

He came in my sight four seconds later, wearing a black t-shirt that had a panda printed on it pairing it with black joggers. He looks like a fucking clown but he claims that this is the dressing style in trend. So, I decided not to waste my words on him.

"Kiwi!" He screeched with an over bearing elation in his voice, like for some reasons he believes I am his closes friend out of all four of us.

Yeah, four.

Despite me, Ivan and Alexander, there is one more man who is sitting by the window, staring out at the darkness that surrounds us while his fingers played with the sharp edge of the knife.

Nikolay Romanov.

He is calm, like usual, but all of us are aware of the storm that swirls inside his body. Even though he looks as cool as ice, we all are aware of the fire that burns his soul. Despite the facade of being the most untangled or resolved person, people think of him as, we all are aware of how fucking messed up this human is.

All four of us are somehow screwed in the head. If one is smart enough to keep it inside him, like, Nikolay, other one is dumb enough to not let any moment slip from his palm of exposing himself out of his excitement, like, Alexander.

"He is in the other room." Ivan spoke the first sentence of today after fifty three minutes while I opened the refrigerator to get myself a bottle of cold water to satisfy my dry throat.

I twisted the cap of the bottle open as I gave him a quick nod before bringing the bottle of water to my lips and letting the cold water travel down my throat and to my body through the food pipe.

"Should I bring him?" Alexander asked, eagerly, his eyes twinkling with the thrill that awaits us.

The chair, Nikolay is sitting on screeched audibly as he turns on it to face us with a stoic expression.

Nikolay meets my eyes with his blank ones before he takes the mask from the table and puts it on his face, hiding behind it, hiding everything behind it.

I glanced at Ivan for his answer and he answered me with a brief nod, the mask still on his face as if it does not suffocate him. But I do not say anything, and decide to mind my own business.

Yes, it is that easy.

I looked back at Alexander who is waiting for my answer, enthusiastically, like a kid waiting to recieve his candy or anything that rots their teeth to extreme lengths.

I give him a nod in response as my lips slightly pulled upward in a smirk, as the adrenaline rushes inside my veins at the thrill that we are going to enjoy every second of.

Alexander did not wasted anymore time before sprinting inside the other room to bring out the prey for us predators, the hunt for us hunters and the thrill for us thrillers.

One minute and seven seconds later, he returned with a man. Holding him by his collar he dragged the man with amber eyes along with him before pushing him between us, predators, and he ended up landing on the hard floor.

His amber eyes filled with unshed tears, that he probably wanted to shed now, but decides not to. His arms have a lots of cut marks, a few are healing while others are fresh but, unfortunately, the blood does not come out to empty his body.

My gaze shifted to his bruised face, the body part which Nikolay used as his punching bag and still managed to keep him alive. Alexander is responsible for the blade marks on his arm, yeah, he can be creative like that.

When I found no other injuries, my eyes drifted up from him to Ivan in suspicion. Instead of using his mouth to answer my question he tore down the dirty shirt of our captive, revealing the dark red marks of a belt. I hummed, satisfied with his answer.

I met the eyes of three of my partners and gave them a nod, directing them to be prepared to chase the prey. They all smiled, an evil smile, that can send chills down one's spine.

I gazed downwards, my lips tilting upwards in a crazy satanic and evil smile before I whispered out that one word in a hushed tone, "Run."

And, he did.

Unfortunately.