Cap7 : Oscuridad

The pain was woke up.

Not the cold.

Not fear.

The pain.

A scorching burning on your leg.

Something hot sliding down your skin.

Blood.

Valeria opened his eyes blowing, panting in a drown cry.

The air was thick, dense with a metallic smell that filtered in his lungs.

A puncture pain in his thigh forced him to look down.

And then he saw it.

The scalpel.

Even nailed in his flesh.

Not too deep.

Not enough to kill her.

Only ... to make her feel.

His meat torn in a clean cut.

Accurate.

As if your skin was only another piece of surgery.

The sound of a latex glove clicking her shook her.

The steps were slow.

Impassive.

The brightness of the sterile light was reflected in the sheet of a new bisturist.

Clean.

Cold.

And behind that deadly tool ...

The surgeon.

Alaric Varen Archer.

Valeria trembled.

Because his face was perfect.

His factions were those of a serene man, educated, refined.

But his eyes ...

They did not have life.

-It is interesting how the human body reacts to pain.

His voice was quiet.

As if it were giving a medical conference.

As if she was not more than an object on your desk table.

Valeria tried to speak.

But his throat was closed by panic.

Alaric leaned towards her, without stopping her with a mixture of disinterest and curiosity.

-¿Duele?

Valeria sobbed, the tears falling from his face.

Not because I wanted.

But because his body could no longer contain terror.

Alaric leaning his head slightly.

-Ture blood pressure has increased ... but not enough.

With a frightening delicacy, he took the bisturist who was still embedded in his thigh.

And he turned it.

Slowly.

Cutting more.

Deepening the pain.

Valeria shouted.

This time it could not contain it.

The sound crashed into the concrete walls and died there, without reaching the outside world.

-Yes is better. "I'll exhale as if he were satisfied with his reaction. Your body responds well to the stimuli.

Valeria worship, feeling that his body became convicted by the agony.

-P-for ... please ...

Alaric smiled.

But there was no warmth in that smile.

It was a grimace of pure condescence.

-So "Please" What?

He took out the siston of his skin in a single movement.

The blood flowed faster.

The pain was a heartburn lightning in his body.

Valeria shouted again, but his voice was already broken.

Alaric watched him as if it were an experiment.

-Do you want me to leave you?

Valeria nodded frantically, hypanda among sobbs.

Anything.

Whatever it is.

I just wanted to go out.

Alaric leaned his head.

And then, he laughed.

A low sound.

Deep.

Inhuman.

-Do do not be ridiculous.

The Bisturí shouted again in his hand.

-Nournished you should exceed it with it.

Valeria froze.

Alaric not only was going to kill her.

I was going to feel you more pain.

The sound of water running rash in the room.

The blood slid down the drain, disappearing in the dark.

Alaric cleaned his shaped shaped tools.

Unurriciously.

Without emotion.

Everything must be perfect.

When he finished, he took off his gloves with a club and threw them into a sealed bag.

He checked his watch.

He still had time before dinner with Liam.

Perfect.

As always.

He closed the neck of the shirt in front of the mirror.

Neither a drop of blood in your clothes.

Neither a stain.

One last look at the life of life in Valeria.

A problem less.

He turned on his heels and left the room.

The world still believed that he was an exemplary man.

And that was never going to change.

The air of the night was cold.

Ethan adjusted his grip in the body of Liam, who, despite his initial strength, had no strength to stay standing.

"Liam, you are heavier than you seem - murmured with half a smile.

Liam just let out a murmur of protest, his body leaning against Ethan's.

I was not drunk.

I just exhausted.

Ethan sighed and raised his hand to stop a taxi.

The vehicle stopped with a gutter and the driver looked at them for the mirror curiously.

-A're okay your friend?

Ethan leaned down, opening the door easily.

-Yes, you just need to rest. To the address I will give you.

He helped Liam to enter and then rose after him, making sure that his friend was comfortable.

The taxi started, leaving behind the lights of the city.

Ethan observed Liam de Colando.

His face was serene, but his mind was not.

Something in him was still distant.

Ethan knew that Liam was strong.

But I also knew that strong people can break in silence.

And something inside he did not want to see Liam fall.

When the taxi reached the indicated direction, Ethan left first, making sure to sustain Liam to help him walking.

The gate of the house opened right at that moment.

And there he was.

Alaric Varen Archer.

Ethan recognized him immediately.

The perfect man.

High, elegant, with her hair well hairstyle and a polite smile on the lips.

He held several shopping bags in his hands, as if he had just arrived from a common day.

But Ethan ...

Ethan did not trust in perfect.

Men like Alaric did not exist in reality.

Alaric looked at him with a slight interest, then looked down at his son.

-What happened?

His voice was calm.

Worried, but without exaggerating.

Almost as if it were used to control each of his expressions.

Ethan held him firmly before answering.

-You'll is tired. He had a bad day.

Alaric's eyes softened.

"I imagine ..." He murmured low-low.

He dropped the bags on a table next to the entrance and took a step towards his son.

Ethan did not move.

Instinctively, his body was interposed between Liam and Alaric for a brief second.

A second insignificant.

But Alaric noticed him.

And he smiled.

-Thanks for bringing it home, Ethan. You are a good friend.

Ethan held his gaze firmly.

-You did not do what anyone would do.

Alaric laughed softly.

-No everyone would do it. Believe me.

He put his hand in his pocket his coat and took out a couple of tickets, extending them to Ethan.

-Tom this for the taxi. It's the least I can do.

Ethan did not even look at the money.

His expression remained neutral.

-In is not necessary.

Alaric leaned his head, as if he found the curious response.

But he did not insist.

On the other hand, he extended his hand to take Liam easily, accommodating him against his body.

-Then let me at least invite you to have a day, as grateful.

Ethan smiled, but his eyes did not reflect the same warmth.

-Veremos.

He turned around and went back to the taxi without saying more.

But while the vehicle started and moved away from the house ...

Ethan could not help but feel that he had just found himself with a predator who had a impeccable disguise.

Alaric observed the taxi to get away, his eyes shining with something unfathomable.

Liam still slept in his hug.

Calm, he loaded him to the house, he settled him in his room and closed the door with a whisper.

Then, he returned to the kitchen.

The bags were still there, as evidence of his lie.

He pulled out the purchase ballot and watched her.

Everything was in order.

Each date. Every hour. Each transaction.

His "shopping output" was backed by the coating of a friend cashier who owed him favors.

No one would suspect.

No one would connect the points.

And as for Ethan ...

It was a smart young.

But not enough.

Alaric would not allow anyone to look at you too close.

He smiled for himself and kept the ballot on his wallet, right where he should be.