DERAILED AND DAMAGED

Chapter 9 – DEVIL’S VILLA

By the time, the clock struck 1: 50 p.m., I’d already packed the bag I swore I’d never open again except if need be. Inside were the clothes of my old life- the one I’d buried.

Black jeans. Combat boots. The Jacket and Gun that still smelled faintly of blood and smoke. And the Queen of all- A MASK, that changes everything.

I caught my reflection in the mirror. For a heartbeat. I didn’t recognize the woman staring back- eyes too hard, smile too calm.

The Mother. The wife, the friend-all gone.

Only what I was and used to be remained.

You wanted me,” I whispered to the letter. “Now you’ll get me.”

The house was silent bas I locked the door behind me. The night bit at my skin, shard, and a feeling I know so well- blood.

Devil‘s Villa awaited.

And so did whatever wanted me to remember what I’d tried so hard to forget.

Driving to Devil’s villa, my mind wandered to that letter, that person just know me so well to know I hate suprises because this one actually blowed my mind.

In just a day, I have received two shocking experience of my life but this one was a rollercoaster sarcastically that just made my day.

The sooner I do this, the faster I can go back to my family.

The drive out of town was silent. No music, no headlights but mine cutting through the fog.

Devil’s Villa wasn’t a villa at all- just a rotting estate on the edge of the valley, abandoned after a fire. I hadn’t been here in years.

When I reached the gates, the air felt colder. The metal creaked as I pushed them open.

I checked all around the surrounding, who knows if this was a trick, a ploy to get me here by the “SHADOWS”.

I brought my special camera, I need to see the amount of person in this building. It could only sense on person.

“One person,” I murmured.

“Good. Or bad.”

Well it’s time for action, I put my knife in the ankle cut of my fit, I put my mask on and unlocked and c****d my gun. We don’t want you failing right?

Let’s go see the mastermind of this great surprise. Getting out, I put my gun in my back pocket.

I walked into the incomplete building and I saw a Man sitting casually like a king on a broken chair- like he owned the entire damn world- so arrogant and relaxed.

Wait... why does that black gives a very familiar vibe?

Something about his posture tugged at my memory.

Immediately he sensed I was approaching, he turned back.

He was also wearing a mask. Good- that makes the two of us.

That curve.

I had seen it somewhere.

"Oh sweetheart," "You came," he said smoothly. “That’s so unlike you.”

“Get to the point,” I snapped at him.

"Relax, Queen. We have a lot to catch up on, sweetie."

“Stop calling me that. It’s disgusting.”

He chuckled. “Alright. But we really should get started. We wouldn’t want our queen to get mad.”

I froze.

That line.

I've heard that statement before... but I can’t just recall .

He moved closer, and I pulled out my gun.

Say that again and I'll blow your heads off.

“Easy, Queen. We wouldn’t want to blow each other’s heads off before we even achieve our business,” he said jokingly.

"Queen, if I wanted you dead, you wouldn’t have made it through the gate or reached this Place alive.

If I were you, I would put that gun down - and don’t even bother bringing that knife also outside either. I wouldn’t want us bathing in blood by killing each other.

Though....”

He smirked. “I would prefer us bathing in blood on the bed though,” he said suggestively, as he still moved closer.

Something in my chest tightened.

That tone.

That arrogance.

I really want to see who’s behind this mask - he just gives me a very familiar feeling.

“Only on one condition. Stop calling me Queen. It’s gross.” I said.