Tyr clenches his jaw, his eyes fluttering around the room. He takes everything in at once. I tighten my fist, trying to contain my disgust and discomfort.
The crimson image is still fresh in my mind. Over and over again, the red splashes before my eyes, gleaming like the devils grin.
With the colorful tint blotting my thoughts out, I study him and his actions. Tyr stands perfectly still, fingers agape and ready to reach out and snatch. His chipped finger nails remind of talons
"Where are they?"
I lean back against the wall, the kitchen door cracked open and pushing a cool breeze. The sensation tickles my nose.
"Tell me why you want them."
"We don't have much time. Just know that I need them and I need them now. Hell, the whole world needs them!"
He slams his fist against a nearby chair as he speaks. I wince, inching closer to the kitchen door.
"Have fun looking for them by yourself. You could maybe just explain yourself, but oh no, I'm guessing it would be so much easier to just tear up this house brick by brick? Enjoy the destruction?"
"Not at all," his voice falls flat as a glint catches his eye.
I wince again as I see what he's staring at. The mantle, where her picture lies.
Her.
"Lots of baby pictures in this house..."
The back of my hand grazes the kitchen door.
"Why's that?"
"That's none of your business, you disgusting man!"
With my feral scream I summon the strength of gods, slaming the door with an unimaginable force. My body starts to crumple, wounds burning like salt.
I do my best to make my way to the counter, using gravity and my body weight to move around. With the kitchen door now locked, I can hear Agent Tyr pounding on it, demanding to be let in. I pretend not to hear him, instead grabbing two things:
My phone, and a kitchen knife.
"Syia! Open this door! So much is at risk, so help me I'll burn this fucking door down if I have to!"
I loudly punch the numbers on the phone. Despite the fact that only three numbers need to pressed, I fumble and shake.
"You aren't going to call the cops, Syia."
"Of course not," I yell back. "I'm calling your mother! Get away from my door you creep!"
It's then that he says something that makes me stop.
"If you tell me what's up with the same baby picture everywhere, I'll tell you why I need the letters. If you don't like my reason, I'll leave."
The knife drops with a clatter, my lower stomach suddenly screaming in pain. I made a promise to myself that despite the pictures, despite the nightmares, I'd never speak of my baby again. And yet the words come out like a sickly vomit.
"She's a child close to me...my child, Sreya. I loved her so much....," I take a deep breath, recomposing myself as the tears start to fall.
"Everyone else, not so much," I speak flatly, no emotion behind even a single sylaball. And yet the tears don't stop.
"Didn't love her gender, I should say, her femininity. No way an unmarried couple could care for a child, let alone a girl child. That was the only picture I was able to snap before...they got to her."
He's silent for a moment.
"Is that why you left India? Blamed your family just a little to much?"
"I don't blame them I blame myself. I didn't try hard enough to save her. No further comments, or questions, please and thank you good sir."
You can hear a pin drop as I'm suddenly teleported into another world. A realm of no sounds, no smells, no color. Only the wave of severe depression that had followed the taking of my baby's life.
"The letters...contain clues about the chip. It doesn't do what they say it does, it causes pain. We need to know why O'Mallery would do this and how to stop her. Those letters are our starting point."
I move away from the counter, wiping away tears with one hand and steadying myself with the other. My feet tremble as if rusty nails had been stabbed in them, the roof of my mouth as hot and rough as sand. One more word and I might cloud the world forever in dust.
I want to hit him. Oh, I really do, so bad. Just to have someone to blame besides me, just to enact justice, just to cause pain. I want to hurt him.
Instead, I open the door and nod.
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A/N:
Oh my this is so late ahh!!! I've been in the DR (Dominican Republic) for the last week and haven't had wifi....so behind lol.
Enjoy! And sorry if this isn't spaced out I'm posting this on my phone!