avenge you

Mal pulls up beside a single floor building that's located at a new developing area. Almost all the houses here are new projects at different levels of progress. I park my car two houses away and watch as he comes out of his car and goes into the building through the small metal door at the front of the building. What the hell is this place? It looks like a warehouse of some sorts. What the hell is he doing with a warehouse? He's not doing any business I know of or.. or does he sell drugs? That's the only reason I could think of as to why he owned a warehouse at an isolated place.

I wait a bit after he got in before following him. I look around me as I approach the building, there are different cars coming and going, trucks littered around the area. Not that isolated then. I go to the door, standing outside it, I feel slightly nervous, concerned about what I am about to see in there. I quickly brushed the ill feeling away. Mal might be broody and domineering, but I don't see him as the dangerous type. It could even be a secret experiment he has going on in there. Now feeling giddy to see what he's doing in there, I gently pushed the door to open it but it doesn't budge. I push it harder, with a lot more strength but it still did not move. Shit. I think he locked the door from the inside.

I walk to the side of the building and spot two opened windows placed high up. I won't reach it without any booster or something to step on. I search around the building site next to this and found a big metal drum. I push it down and begin the torturous journey of rolling it to the window side. The effort to roll it there took a lot from my healing body. After placing the drum face down under the window. I took a few seconds to get my heart beat to slow down. Fuck, I really need to start exercising very soon.

With no effort, I climb on the top of the drum and stood on it. With both palms placed on either side of the wall, I peek in.

Well, nothing could have prepared me for the sight my eyes met. I say, not amount of foreshadowing, vision or whatsoever could have readied my brain for what I am currently seeing. Mal. Mal is wearing a full length water proof coat, paired with waterproof boot and armed with fucking torture or is it medical devices? They all looked scary. More of those are methodically arranged on a table beside him. And no, that's not even the shocking part. The draw dropper are the four men tied to the chairs with varying degrees of injuries. One looks uninjured, but it must be a trick of light considering the injuries the rest are spotting.

"now, who's going next?" Mal taunts after he finishes his set up on the table. One if the guys, who even from afar has the biggest black eye I have ever seen literally trembles in his seat. He looks ready to fucking piss himself and I don't blame him one bit. If I was tied to a chair with a fucking psycho looming over me, I'd have fainted.

I look around, the place is bare, save for Mal and his victims. I let my gaze fall back to Mal's back. Did I really fall in…inlove with a crazy psychopath? Shit. I seriously went and fell for a fucking serial killer. Bone chilling fear filled me as Mal walks up to one that has been quietly looking down since. He uses the big plier in his hand to nudge the mans head. No reaction. Shit, I think the guy's passed out.

My legs tremble where I stand from both fear and exhaustion. My palms are sweaty but I can't look away from what I am seeing.

He nudges the man's head again and , his deep voice echoing in the empty hall. "you see, it did not take this one much to loose his life." He shrugs as if he's talking about an unpleasant weather not death. "I tried fixing him. I opened his head, to fix what was wrong in there." He tsk. "I do know it's a lot painful to be operated on without anesthesia but I only thought he would be strong enough to experience real pain just like he thought my boyfriend would be able to bare the pain of feeling something shoved forcefully in him."

"please we're sorry. Its o-o-only a job. W-We have nothing against him…" black eye blabs as Mal turns to him with an expression I can only assume is deadly. I cannot register anything going on anymore. My brain hooks on Mal's words and on the implications. Shit. I look to the men and nothing about them sparks recognition. Dread fills my stomach, chills travel up my spine and I almost hyperventilate at the realization that those people in there are responsible for almost killing me.

Shit. Tears cloud my vision as I struggle to catch my breath. I breath in but just can't seem to breath out. I feel hot all of a sudden and I quickly got off the drum before I fall and stagger to where my car is parked.

I place my palm on the trunk of my car as my mind is assaulted by the memories of that day. The brutality, the fear and I crumble on the ground as huge sobs tear out of me. I struggle to put myself together but fail. Their voice taunting me. I hold my chest as I weep. I couldn't believe these men could so easily pass me by on the street and I would not know. I would not recognize them at all.

I feel someone's hand on my shoulder, probably asking what's wrong and I shrug it off. For some minutes, I just sit there on the ground, staring at nothing with a heavy heart. Lost in thought.

After getting my head in order, I quickly get into my car and begin my drive home. On getting home, I go straight to the bathroom to wash away the tension I carried home. An hour later, I'm sat on my gaming chair, trying to empty my head from all that I saw today. I feel pathetic, I feel like a coward. I can't even confront my scattered emotions, I don't even what to think about what I witnessed earlier. I am a coward.

After playing for a few hours, I feel someone behind me so I freeze before slowly turning already aware of who I will find there. Mal is standing close to the door looking impeccable. Looking pure, but it's all a lie. He's deadly, crazy even with all things considered. His handsomeness hurts to look at knowing what I know.

"hi Tobs." A warm smile is on his face. It takes a bit to form mine. He looks confused a bit but straightens up his appearance as he checks the room. "I was searching for you everywhere, didn't know you were here."

I shrug. "needed to clear my head a bit."

His brows furrow. "is something wrong?"

"nah, everything's cool." I lie.

He quirks a brow, looking as if he does not believe me.

He pulls off the wall and comes to me but still staying few feet away.

"how was work today?"

"twas alright." Mal says, outing both hands in his pockets while staring at me intensely. My heart skips a beat. "there's something off about you." He blurts.

"I'm absolutely fine babe." I wave him off.

"there's definitely something wrong. You're…" he looks me up and down as if struggling to find the right words. "usually like a little puppy anytime I come home but today, you can hardly bear to look at me."

I roll my eyes. "so you're calling me a dog now right?"

He sighs. "you know that wasn't what I meant."

I stand up and close the gap between us. "baby," I tamper the slight fear that tries to overwhelm me and place a quick kiss on his cheek. "I'm absolutely alright. Moreover, I'm a big boy, I can take care off myself."

"I know you're a grown man, but still-" he shrugs.

I kiss him to quiet his curiosity. He tries to pull away like he did the previous day but I hold him firm to me by wrapping both my arms around his neck. Seeing what he did with those four men, I don't doubt he can break free, but instead of doing that he relaxes against me as we eat at each others lips.