SINNERS - 9

APRODITE DONAY - APRIL

The muscles that ached throughout my body, radiating to my bloodshot eyes. My cheeks felt stiff, drenched in dried up tears, the throbbing in my skull became endless for the apparent month. The sound of my stomach growling from the lack of food in my system, only added to numerous reasons as to why I couldn’t sleep.

Milady is gone and no one even gives a shit to find her, that’s apparently who we are, irrelevant.

My efforts ran deep, each possible solution to find her I have tried.

When I went to the cops, they didn’t seem the least bit interested in a missing stripper since they coincidently have the tendencies to run away from their problems. Each word that slipped from his crusty lips only angered me to the point that my nails dug into my skin, I wasn’t going to give into my instincts. The natural way of my life. I had to solve the problem the legal way. So far, that hasn’t been working out for me. People always praise the law, the ones that hold power. All I see is those who indulge in the benefits and never think about others. I despised those ‘Slimy Pits’, if she was here my mind wouldn’t be plagued with these vicious thoughts. Instead, I am right back to square one, fighting who I truly am.

As I attempted to not dwindle on the unknown whereabouts of Milady, my attention is on forging a path to find her. The lethal part of me, coursed through my veins to bring that part back, to leave a never-ending trail of blood along my path. Other people’s lives didn’t matter to me, not then and most certainly not now.

That bothered me, the only regards for my humanity is switched when I meet people who are Worth it. My blain disregard for others is one of the factors that contributed to my hibernation, the thirst of holding that much power in one sleek move brought a euphoric sensation that shook my bones.

Milady is psychotic, an open maniac. Me, murderous doesn’t come close, the savage that resided in my other half much more found pleasure in the ability to take everything precious away from someone. Which is one of the reasons why I kept her locked away, that truly demonic side of me that is completely void of emotions, I will never unleash her again after what happened.

Milady, although an uncanny daredevil. She taught me the true meaning of valuing humanity but also not losing that thrill-seeking side of yourself.

‘Embrace your dark side,’ she said.

I appreciated the support of having the yin and yang of this lifestyle but I could never fully indulge in the devilry, that would create chaos. No one would evade my wrath unscathed. Its an unpredictable part that I desperately battle with every day, to never lose control like I once did.

‘April, you awake,’ ‘Black Coffee’ yawned.

‘Go back to sleep, I’m fine,’ I sweetly replied, trying to reassure him.

‘Black Coffee’, studied me through his heavy lids, I stared at him with a stone - cold expression that evidently reassured him during this time, no one should be near me. He attempted to take a step into my direction when I shook my head at him. ‘Black Coffee’, hesitated, frown upon his cherry lips but he retreated back into my room.

Unfortunately for him, he knew better than to console me in a time where my blood is boiling with anger.

I lit my Marlboro Red Cigarette in the mist of darkness, the allure of moonlight that drank in our apartment. The leather couch faced the outskirts of the exposed city, it displayed the entire fantasy skyscrapers of ‘Vengeance Town’. Dim lights of mahogany, tangerine and gold dressed the midnight with its taunting features of glee. My lips pulled on the delicacy of menthol that clung to my throat as I blew out the smoke, inhaling another puff of the numbing agent into my lungs. The constant agony in my body started to become comforted, revelling in those few seconds of bliss. Sadly, reality would strike and I would blindly stare at a city filled with peoples hopes and dreams, continuing to live their simple lives.

Unlike many of us, who were tainted. Punishment for me is that I could never dive into those joyous aspects of life, for a life like mine is destined to be short lived.

When I finished the cigarette, I stared at the scenery. Waking up from the couch, I walked over to the window. The resonating sound of laughter breaking the silence, when I looked down at the apparent sound that disrupted my thoughts. On the street, across the sidewalk is two girls that are drunk. Both dressed in outlandish animal prints, leopard and zebra. One had straight blonde hair and the other is a curly brunette, there continues giggles resonating through the alley as they clung to each other. Blondie threw her arm around her friend’s shoulder and screamed, ‘I LOVE YOU !!!’

That broke my chord, I analysed the pair that were completely engrossed in a friendship that I wanted back. Then it started, all my flood of emotions that I buried, resurfacing. The misery that dawned on me for a month had finally vanished and what replaced it is the growing fire in my stomach, rage. A new - found sense of determination. It was the last straw, playing by the rules of society wasted my time. This time, I will get her back myself, I will get my sister back.

‘Slut you better be alive when I find you,’ I chuckled.

TWO HOURS LATER (1AM) at CHERRY POP

‘TELL ME WHERE THE HELL SHE IS?’ I screamed, holding the knife against his olive - skinned neck.

‘III don’t know wwwhere she is!’ he cried, shutting his eyes tightly.

‘DON’T BLADLY WELL LIE, THE ALL MIGHTY JAY. WHERE IS SHE?’ I pressed the knife against his skin, making a small tear onto his skin.

‘I SWEAR, IT WASN’T ME!!! IT WAS-’ I could see his eyes grow wide, he defiantly wasn’t supposed to reveal that crucial part of information.

I dragged the knife halfway against his throat, grazing the skin which left a light trail of blood against his white shirt. I wasn’t going to kill him, yet…

‘WHO?’ I yelled, taking out the knife from his throat and aiming it at his eye.

‘HE WILL KILL ME!’ he bawled.

‘Oh Honey, I will kill you if you don’t tell me and I will make it last for days,’ I smirked.

I watched as he visibly gulped, contemplating his next move. The sweat glistening his skin, more like a pig drenched in its own fluids.

His silence rang for a few seconds and I was getting impatient, I drew the knife back before increasing my pace to stab his eye.

‘WAIT’ he yelled.

My hand halted, a mere centimetre from his pupil. I watched as he stared at the knife that would render him blind.

‘JACK VASILIEF’, he took her. Please don’t kill me,’ he cried, crocodile tears seeping from his sockets.

A satisfied smile played on my lips as I shoved the knife back into my right boot, ‘Now that wasn’t so hard was it, you should have said it sooner and saved yourself the trouble,’ I cooed.

‘I’m a dead man,’ he dropped his head, defeated.

‘You probably are but not by me,’ I smirked.

He looked up from his pathetic state, overpowered by a woman. Walking closer to his tied body, I gripped his chin. ‘IF I find out that you are lying, I will skin you alive and make you eat your own blue balls. There are many things I will do and I will make it last for years until you are nothing but a corpse.’, I sternly stated.

Terror filled his eyes, the stench of fear on him becoming overwhelming as I shoved his body back. Now, I had another job to do.

Exiting the club, his pathetic voice halted me. ‘Wait aren’t you going to untie me?’ he questioned.

‘Nah, someone will eventually find you,’ I sang, closing the door behind me.

The sound of his screams could be heard as I trudged through the alleyway. The dull grey that contoured this place as I walked to the root of a flashing neon sign, when I felt a sharp prick in my neck.

Suddenly, an overpowering sensation started to cloud my senses and disrupt my nerves. These effects were defiantly due to a drug since I became accustomed to these sorts of things in my systems. In my state of hallucinations, I limply drop to the floor, an outline of black blinding my vision.

A few energies that I preserved from not thrashing, I focused on making it flow through my legs before I arched my back and locked them around the stranger’s neck. The motive, to kill him.

His unrecognisable eyes widening as I faintly heard someone say ‘SHIT’.

He recovered from that surprise, gripping my legs and hoisting me up since his strength overpowered mine. Then, for a second time, another prick to my neck instantly made me see black dots and blurred my vision.

I should have seen this one ‘come‘….