The Seduction Of Chaos

Chapter 8 ( Plan B?)

-Nila Quill-

Laurent trembled in front of me. His hands shaking, leaving droplets of blood that stained the carpet like bleach. I felt my gut flutter. His eyes were wide like a deer caught in headlights.

He pulled at his hair now. "You should of never let me out!" He bellowed as he dropped to his knees. He slammed his fist against the floor. "All I was created to do is kill. But, instead, every day of my life, I spent in the Anchor facility, killing one after another." He slowly looked up at me. His eyes were wet as tears glazed his cheeks. 

"What the hell do you guys want with a monster like me." He said in a deep throaty voice. He looked so broken. Laying there on the floor masked with blood and tears. 

"We needed someone unique to help us take on the head of the Anchor facility."

He chortled. "Unique?" He then began to stand up. "I'm a killer. I'm nothing unique."

 His voice went mono-toned. There was no sight of any type of emotion in his dull jade eyes, only emptiness.

I grabbed a towel and wet it in the sink. I then started to wipe the blood smeared on his face. "Believe it or not...I know how you feel. Of course, I wasn't locked in a cage for most of my life, but I understand the feeling you're having right now."

He puffed air out his nose with a half-smile looking down at me. I leered at him. "Just listen, okay?" He then said nothing. He only stared at me.

"Before I met anyone in this group, I was alone. I worked in strip clubs to get myself by. My mother and father hated that I didn't want to use my abilities at first so, they threw me out on the streets. Practically leaving me no choice but to use them to survive, and I did."

"And you liked it." He said flatly. I looked up at him. He was so alluring when he focuses on something with his eyes. That focus was on me right now. I took a minute to gather my thoughts.

"Yes, but I felt guilty. I had killed someone by using my powers because I didn't know how to control them. I hated myself." My stomach felt like it was in knots. I choked down the uprising threat of emotions from the memories of him. The smell of burning candles and roses...

I flinched back from Laurent, hit with memories of the person's face. First, the way his eye's glowed amber in the dark, then a ghost-like paleness that took over his face after I had sucked the life out of him. I started to tremble. 

"Hey? Are you alright?" Laurent's voice sounded like it was in the background muffled out. The memories were like flashes of blinding light. "I- uh, I  have to go...I'm sorry."

I rushed out of the room, dropping the towel. My heart ached; I hated this feeling. I never wanted it to come back, but something about Laurent triggered it. I needed the memories to stop. I ran to my room and slammed the door shut. I felt choked up by my own grief. I slid against the door and started balling. 

"Nila?" 

"Please just leave me alone," I said, sniveling.

"I'm sorry. If I scared you with all the blood I-"

"You didn't scare me," I replied. That's what was odd about whenever I was with him. Even when he was covered in someone else's blood, a sense-able person would stay away from that kind of danger. I guess I was stupid. 

"What do you want me to do with the shirt?" He asked. 

I sighed. I had to stop crying; If anyone saw him like he was, they would start question his use to us. I stood up, wiping my nose on my sleeve. I opened the door. Laurent was leaning one of his arms against the ledge of the door. 

"Come in before anyone sees you." He came in, and I shut the door. "Alright, take off your shirt. I'll get another cloth to wipe the blood off you."

"You don't have to do this for me." He said as he stripped off his shirt, revealing his muscular, lean build. 

"Don't worry about it. No one saw you, so we were good." I took the cloth and started to wipe the blood off his chest. I could feel him staring at me. The silence between us wasn't awkward. It was...calming. I stopped and looked up at him. His eyes were still dull, but there was something behind that, something familiar. I couldn't help but be drawn by them.

"Why do you look at me like that?" He asked.

I was taken back. "What? What do you mean?"

He slightly tilted his head, "You look at me as if you're trying to see through me, but curving your curiosity their's nothing to see. Just darkness."

I chuckled, "I kinda don't believe you. I think you want things like anyone else does." 

He looked away from me. "I've never thought about it. Never thought I'd get out of that place."

"Well, now your out. Can you think of anything you want to do?"

His face suddenly flushed," Uh-I kinda liked that place I went to. Well, except for me possibly killing that girl.."

"Yeah, where did you go anyway?" I asked. He scratched his neck with a boyish, fluttered face.

"Uh, I don't really know, but women were dancing on stages in front of men. They wore tiny clothing."

My eyes widened, and I snorted a laugh. "Oh my god! You went to a strip club!"

"A strip club? Isn't that where you use to say you worked?" 

"Yeah, actually, and I still do. So I guess we found one thing you like. Strip clubs." I couldn't stop giggling. Of course, this was bad, but it was funny at the same time. "You poor thing."

"You wear that type of clothing too." He asked. I saw a glimmer of mischievousness in his eyes. 

"Uh-huh," I said, wiping the last bit of blood on his chest. "I'll have to find another shirt for you to wear." I got up and put the cloth in my sink.

"Can you wear it for me?" 

My heart jumped at his sudden boldness. I turned around, quite stunned. "You want to see me in my work outfit?"

"Yes." 

His answers were always full of confidence when he answered you. "Laurent, you probably killed a stripper. Do you really wanna be reminded of that with me wearing my outfit for you?"

"Put it on."

I suddenly saw the flicker of bright green in Laurent's eyes. A sly smile started to overwhelm my lips. I started to walk towards him. "I wanna ask you something."

"Go ahead." He was leaned back against the wall with his arms folded on his chest.

"Do you ever get tired of fighting yourself?"

His face went ridged. He still stared at me." But, you see, what happens if I don't hold back. I hurt others."

"What if you learned to control them?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" 

I got closer to him, right up against his body. My head reached his pecks, so he was definitely taller than me.

"You can practice control with me," I said with a purr.

His eyes shot open, "Why would you even take the risk of me possibly killing you?"

"Because you won't," I said, and I believed he wouldn't. 

He chortled, "Your stupid." He said with a smile that made me wanna melt. This was actually the first time I ever really saw him smile. It brightened up his gloomy demeanor. 

"Maybe, but it's the only way to help you because if the others find out about this, they aren't gonna be nice about Laurent. They will chain you up." I felt my heartache once again. I couldn't see him like that again...

He inhaled and exhaled slowly. "Fine, but I still wanna see you in that outfit." 

"Okay, here's the deal. You'll get to see me in that outfit if you first learn how to control your hunger for blood and how to take without killing." I said with a sly smile.

He looked disheartened by that. "That will be very hard for me to do."

"That's the point, Einstein. You need to concur with this and start having control over yourself. Learn to when and when not to give in to your dark desires."

For the sake of yourself too. If you don't give in once in a while, you will give in full one day, which will be the end of you. I would hate to see that.