1 01| gasoline

ELIJAH

"Are you deranged like me, are you strange like me?" Halsey, Gasoline.

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Silence filled the room as the smell of gasoline filled the area.

The leaking tap broke the silence but only intensified the atmosphere.

"Sir, I- I please don't hurt me,"

"Goddammit, if you don't want me to hurt you. Answer me, now." He practically growled at the man before him. "He s-sir he--"

"Yes or a no?"

Silence.

The tension in the room filled with men in black suits rose. Fear in every man's eyes, the Boss was not someone you ever wanted to mess with.

Especially, if he was this angry.

"Yes si-"

"Bring him here," his voice low and dangerous. "B- but sir --"

"I said bring him HERE!" The man's face paled and he began moving his legs as far as they could possibly go. A little while later, Aston returned with a man who had a cigarette in between his lips. As the not so pleasant smell of smoke made the Boss scrunch up his nose.

"What's up brother," The man entered a little too gaiety for his own well-being.

"Brother Nicolas?" His voice still, malice and anger radiating in his words. His back facing Nicholas whom was oblivious to what was happening.

The boss began playing with the pocket knife in the palm of his hands.

Nostalgia kicked in when he stared at the scars on his callous fingers.

"I love you,"

"Yeah, I was just saying some words, to Nadia since its her death ann --" Nicholas never finished his sentence when the screeching sound of his scream filled the warehouse.

He roared in pain, his scream like a fork pressed on steel.

He stared at the knife that was now dug into his bleeding palm. "What the hell man?!" He yelled.

"You. It was YOU!" He roared pulling the knife out of Nicholas's palm and snapped his middle finger earning another scream from Nicholas.

It didn't matter how he killed Nadia. He was going to make Nicholas suffer.

He enjoyed it.

The suffering of others.

Whom, had all left him and betrayed him.

He only truly had his best friend.

Nicolas killed the one person that mattered in his life.

Vengeance. All of those months he searched for the person who was responsible for her death and he had  found the culprit.

And it was the person beside him all this time.

And throughout all those months, he became more vindictive.

And at this moment all he wanted was to see the blood and tears.

He didn't have to show who was boss, who was the emperor. Everybody knew he was - the most wanted criminal.

The merciless.

He was nothing like your typical teen. He carried an empire at the expense of his father.

He doesn't care.  Never has, never will.

You may ask why and that's

Because..

he is Elijah Grey.