Haunting-Adeline

“Jackal!” she screeches from behind me, but I pay her no mind. I don’t
know who the hell she’s talking to, but I don’t give a fuck.
I stop short when I look to my le and see the four men of the night
packed into a room.
I breathe out a sigh of relief, a small weight li ing off my shoulders with
the confirma on that they didn’t get the chance to trap Addie.
Un l I hear the words that come out of their fucking mouths.
“Where did she go?” Miller asks, staring at Mark. “The van is already set
to go. They just need to know their loca on.”
I snap straight, and my body s ffens like cement being injected into my
spinal cord.
“We’ll find them,” Mark placates. “Zack wasn’t with them, so he must’ve
lost them in the chaos. It’s the perfect me.”
“You do realize you’re going to have to handle him, right? When he finds
out Addie is gone?” Robert cuts in. “With those nasty scars on his face, I
have a feeling you’re underes ma ng him.”
Mark waves a hand, dismissing Robert’s concerns. His very fucking valid
concerns.
“He got those scars because he was weak, Robert.”
I laugh silently, my head thrown back and shoulders shaking as I let his
very ill-minded assump on wash through me. And then my laugh bleeds
out, rocke ng through the small space and blending with the other creepy
noises pinging around this house.
The four men’s heads snap towards me, and bleed dry of whatever color
was le in their faces. The four of them are sweaty and look like they have
watched their worst nightmares come to life. They’ll soon realize that I sit
on the fucking throne, and their nightmares bow to me. I’m far worse than
any monster they could ever imagine.
I walk into the room, the grin on my face widening when they flinch
away.
“Za—” Mark starts.
“You know how old these scars are, Mark? Very old. My opponent was a
formidable one, but do you want to know who ended up on the floor with
their throat slashed and holes where their eyeballs used to be? Certainly
wasn’t me, fucker.”