Looks like a living dead

Natasha woke up with a splitting headache. She placed her in her head sitting upright on the bed and looked around, she was in her bedroom, or at least the room that she had come to recognize as hers for about a week now.

Natasha recalled the event that transpired the previous night and her mind went blank remembering that we had killed someone. She recalled how petrified she was after doing the deed but thinking of it right now she could not bring herself to feel the fear that she felt last night after killing him.

Now she thought he deserved to die. He wanted to take advantage of her, to harass her, sexually and physically. If he did have his way or had Reaper not shown up in the nick of time he wouldn't have hesitated to prey on her and many more innocent and naive girls.

She felt bad to have had her hands soaked in blood but it was going to happen sooner or later, it didn't matter when as long it gets the job done.

She looked around the room to find the creature who enjoys staring at her while she sleeps like the creep that he was but could not find him anywhere in the room. "Looks like he's busy today," Natasha murmured to herself.

Rising from the bed, Natasha walked to the window and pulled the curtains aside letting in the light of the sun. Its warmth washed over her easing her pounding head. She needed a hangover tea.

Leaving the room, she found Reaper sitting on a couch in the living room with a book in hand, one leg crossed over the other. He looked elegant. Natasha wondered what he was reading.

He turned to look at her as she descended the stairs his eyes following the movements of her legs but he didn't say anything nor did she. Natasha walked past him and into the kitchen to brew some tea.

"Thank you," Natasha said returning from the kitchen after making the tea. She sat opposite Reaper with a cup of tea in her hand. She took a graceful sip of it and placed it on the table in front of them. Reaper looked up from the book that he held, "For last night, thank you." She repeated and he gave her a curt nod.

The silence was all that could be heard after Natasha had spoken, it was not an uncomfortable silence. Natasha took the needed time to finish her tea. "I will do and prepare for our departure." She stands rising to her feet and looks at Reaper. "Are still coming?"

"I will wait for you." Came Reaper's words and Natasha nodded before leaving and heading to her room to freshen up.

"Mr Malcolm." The maid called out to Reaper who was still seated in the living room.

"Should I accompany the lady?" She asks, looking anywhere but at him.

"No." Came his curt reply.

"Understood, master." The maid said and withdrew from his sight.

*******

In another part of Ariz city,

Nigel could be seen with dark circles around his eyes. He had been up all night cracking his brain, trying to come up with a way to get back the documents that Natasha had taken. What he still could not understand was how was she able to come and go as she pleased without being noticed or seen. It made no sense even after seeing her disappear right before his eyes.

Everything that was related to the company had been taken away from his grasp by Natasha and there was nothing that he could do to stop her. He still remembered the look that she gave him. That was a look that he never thought she was capable of giving to anyone. But then again, remembering how he had made watched as her family were killed, he knew she was affected. He knew it would have an impact on her but he never imagine that it would be this great.

He had been up all night but he still had nothing, he couldn't even think straight without remembering her last words before she left, 'The clock is ticking, and your time is running out.' Those were the last words that she said to him.

Now he wondered if the person who helped her escape was a rival of his who had caught wind of what had happened to her, what he had done to his in-laws.

"No." He shook his head, unable to accept that possibility. "That can't be possible. I can't be." Nigel shook his head in denial, pulling a hand full of his hair.

There was a sudden knock on the door which made him sit up in alertness. His hand instinctively when under the pillow as he watched the doorknob turn and the door slowly open revealing a maid with his breakfast.

"May I come in, master?" Asked the maid waiting for permission.

Seeing that it was a maid, he pulled his hand back to his side and looked coldly at her as if it was her fault that he was sleep deprived. The maid could only cower in fear and remain standing until she was permitted to walk in. "Drop it there," Nigel said and pointed to a table that had many files littered all over it.

Nodding her head at him she walked over to where she was directed to. Arranging some of the files to one side, she tried not to see their content else she might not walk out of the room on her feet anymore. She placed the tray on the table after she was done arranging the files, she turned to face Nigel, "It is done, master." she said looking at her toes in a bowing gesture.

"Get out," Nigel commanded.

Hurriedly, she ran out of the room like it was on fire and only breathes in relief after exciting it and shutting the door behind her. She noticed another maid standing beside the room's door, who looked ready to gossip.

"So?" The other maid inquired.

"So, what?" She asked while walking away from the master's bedroom and playing dumb.

The maid pouted and followed after her. "How was he?"

The maid who had served Nigel tried to ignore her friend but she could not fight the urge to gossip and gave in to it. "He looked like a living dead." She said with a thoughtful look on her face and her friend seemed even more interested now.

"Do you think she is haunting him?" the second maid asked drawing closer to her friend and whispering so one else heard what they were talking about.

"I think the whole family is haunting him." The maid answered and her friend chuckled and said,

"I almost feel sad for him."