3 | Dark Knight

♪♪ Demons • by Imagine Dragons

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LILAH

These nightmares would never stop chasing after me. They're too vicious and glutinous to leave me alone. Every night whenever I fix my eyes close, I see demons chasing after me. They'd laugh at me because I'm so pathetic and unwieldy. I scream at them again and again that I'm not but they'd keep making fun of me.

Sometimes I question myself, what I did to deserve this abhorrent life. I could've lived like other kids out there. I could've gotten very loving and careful parents who would nourish and protect us. But we got monsters.

Who'd beat me and my brother to death instead of protecting us. They almost killed me for money but Robbie sacrificed himself and now they're liable for his evanescence.

That night when Robbie left, I thought he'd come back. But the next morning, I came face-to-face with an angry dad who beat me with his belt because Robbie was gone and they won't get the money anymore for the opium and cocaine supply.

But I waited and waited for years, devouring and digesting the pain in my flesh and blood until my evil parents sold me in a brothel on my eighteenth birthday instead of wishing me a happy birthday and buying me a gift. I had no choice but to escape and to ask Joshua for help to get out of hell. Fortunately, he agreed for the sake of my brother and their friendship and stood along with me through the journey of finding my brother.

They used to say I was weak, pathetic and so friable. I used to believe them until I discovered the hidden power and determination inside me.

I joined karate and boxing after I moved NY two years ago to prove that I can be strong and I can destroy my enemies and manipulate them as I wish.

The only thing I know is I have to reach my destination at any cost.

And I'm finally there, in the 'Dark

Knight ', sitting with my ignorant and roughish best friend Lucy Maxwell who's gulping the tequila shots like it's water and she's been thirsty for a week.

"Stop this. I don't want a drunken pig in my mission." I narrow my eyes at her who scowls back at me.

"Fuck you and your dirty little mission." She snorts before rolling her eyes.

"My mission is indisputably and audibly not dirty and little. It's a big one and you know that." I glare at her which she ignores.

"Look at that boy and the fucking diamond chain on his neck! My god, I bet it costs half a million." Her eyes glimmer in excitement and she whispers before pointing toward a rich kid who's rubbing his lower region between a blond's barely covered butt cheeks. I can't help but snarl.

Of course, her eyes fall on the expensive jewelry, money and rich people over everything as being sealed and marked as one of the most-wanted thieves in the city.

I roll my eyes for the hundredth time today as I feel my eyes ache.

"What if it's fake?" I discord.

"Oh it's not. I know better than you."

"You're an updated version of a witch. You even stole my purse though I caught you red-handed." I sigh.

"Come on! That was years ago when we were completely strangers and there was only five fucking dollars in your purse. About those men, they're no saint. All of the men in this room are showcasing themselves with their black money." She scoffs and rolls her eyes.

"Okay, whatever. Tonight you're not gonna sneak your hand anywhere near pants pockets or jewelry because you're gonna help me with pursuing a prick." I snort and gulp the tequila shot down my throat, feeling the familiar burning perception.

Her face falls as she groans, "Aghh! Okay, fine." She huffs before crossing her arms over her chest.

I roam my eyes over the second floor unsystematically in trace of the right hand man, Dimitri, whose I have not even an implicit notion about how he looks and how to find him out amongst the assemblage of drunken people.

Of course that asshole Landon hasn't uttered a sole word about how he looks but I managed to get the information when Dimitri comes here.

"Gosh, I'm bored. What if he's not here today?" Lucy sighs and scratches her brunette hair with her long painted finger nails.

"He is. He has to be." I insist.

Lucy mutters something under her breath but I am too busy to observe the bald man walking down the stairs with a few men behind, completely sober, thick bearded, tall like a palm tree, wearing a black suit with a white shirt underneath, has a robotic face, strong and muscular body like a warrior. The tattoo of the dead rose on his neck confirms that this is the person I'm looking for. After judging their appearance, I understand none of them are American.

"Maxwell, it's time to chase. Get your dozy ass up and come with me." I say quietly to Lucy before making my way toward the men who are now by the exit.

Lucy follows me as our demeanour turns dead frivolous. We walk behind them, giggling, connecting each other's arms around the necks and pretending like we're drunk. The men are having a conversation and when we're near them, I hear one of them addressing the bald man as 'Dimitri'.

"OMG, did you hear that? He's Dimitri!" Lucy whisper shouts to me with wide eyes as I nod.

When we are out, we spot Dimitri talking to the men standing outside, before making his way toward the parking lot alone.

Yippee!

"It seems like the chicken's walking inside the oven willingly, Lucy." I giggle.

"So you were thinking about the same thing?" Lucy laughs and slaps my back a bit harder.

"Bitch!" I winch.

"Oops!"

I push Lucy off of me before scowling at her but she shrugs it off. When we are in the middle of the big parking lot, we lose the chicken, I mean Dimitri.

"Lilah? Have we lost the chicken?" Lucy gulps before looking around carefully.

"I think so."

I mutter before espying the area gingerly and sedately. The parking lot is calmer than usual because it's party time and near the middle of the night. There's barely any glossiness in the area and a lot of lights are flickering like they do in the horror movies. The hair of my skin suddenly stands deliberately in alert.

Shit!

I watch Lucy trembling violently beside me like an earthquake takes over her. "Tell me you're thinking about the same thing as mine, Li." She slowly looks at me with wide eyes.

"Come down, Lucy. That asshole must be hiding somewhere." I whisper and move forward.

But Lucy's muffling sound immediately stops me and makes me snap my head back. A shock of terror and rage surge through me when I come face-to-face with a horrific scene.

The man with curly hair I saw before with Dimitri is now pressing a hankie on Lucy's face, cuffing her hands behind her back with one hand and glaring down at me like he's a second away from killing me with his chilly eyes.

By his scary looks, I feel an urge to pee.

Of course he's a hundred times scarier and tidy than Landon.

Seriously, Lilah? You're thinking about how tidy your soon-to-be killer is instead of attacking him?

I somehow cover the fear in my eyes, run toward him to attack and snap in furry, "let her go you son of a bitch! "

But my effort and intrepidity dies down when I hear a loud bang, then the buzz of bees and lastly the unbearable pain on the back of my head.

Lucy's unconscious body falls beside me with a loud thud. I grab the back of my head and collapse on the ground with a painful cry. When I lose my shits and start seeing stars in my eyes, I manage to see the coward who dared to hit me from behind.

And it's the stupid bald dickhead who has no protection over his brain.

Dimitri Pavlova, you're dead man!