Cling! Clack!
Cling! Clack!
Cling! Clack!
In his cell, on the bottom bunk, Devin sat waiting for what came next. One of the wardens approached, his keys jangling. "Good luck," he chuckled, closing the cell and leaving it unlocked.
Devin's shoulders tensed, Statun's warning echoing in his mind. "That means he's after you…"
'He must've planned for all this,' Devin realized, as everything worked perfectly for that pope.
Step, step…
Making that fight happen, getting Statun into solitary.
Step, step…
Now, Devin was all alone, forced to fend for himself.
Step, step…
But more than that, something nagged at him, as if calling to him.
Step, step…
Devin reached out with his hand, feeling it, moments from being called upon. Suddenly, a presence loomed over his cell.
"Ya ready to see the light, boy!" The Pope pushed through Devin's gate and rushed at him.
Devin's crimson eyes focused, looking up at the behemoth after him. Drooling, his brown eyes gleaming in the dark cell, he looked like an orange bear about to maul its prey.
'Fuck, he's big. I have to aim low!' Devin raised his foot, punting the Pope through his legs, right on the jewels. "Urgh!" The Pope grunted, falling to his knees and meeting Devin's eyes.
'Good! Now I can-'
Crack! Before Devin could capitalize on this opening, the Pope's fist smashed through his face, breaking his nose and dropping him to the concrete.
Devin's vision blurred, and darkness swallowed him. When he came to, his mangled nose burned as blood ran down it. The Pope's unbearable weight bore down on his back, making him panic. 'Fuck! No! No! No!' Devin struggled as the Pope held him down.
The Pope grabbed him by his ash white hair and whispered into his ear, "That's the evil in ya, little demon. Imma purge it out of ya."
Devin's eyes burned with a fierce light as he struck the concrete, trying to punch back at the predator. 'This is not gonna happen. I'll kill him! I'll kill all of them! Every piece of shit after me! I know you are there! Come to me! Come to me!!!' Devin reached out, that call he felt earlier reignited, stronger than ever.
The Pope grabbed his ass and ripped through the jumpsuit with one hand, leaving Devin's blue underwear bare.
"Time to see the light, little demon!" The Pope unzipped his jumpsuit and unleashed his 8-inch member. He then moved his hand to hold Devin down.
'Yes, yes, come to me!!!' Devin's eyes gleamed eerily as wisps of black smoke formed in his hand. Before the Pope could touch him, the black smoke transformed into his dark dagger. Devin swiped back, slicing off the Pope's right hand.
"Aargh!" The man screamed, looking at his severed hand on the floor as blood gushed out of his open wrist, splattering everywhere—on his face, jumpsuit, and all over the cell's concrete floor.
Devin took advantage of this moment and slipped out from under him. A dark grin played on his face as he stabbed at the Pope's leg, torso, and back with lethal accuracy.
'Time to see the light, you bastard!' Devin swung with the dark dagger, aiming for the back of the Pope's head.
"Enough!" The Pope backhanded him, striking the blade out of his hand. The dark dagger clattered to the floor as the Pope grabbed Devin by the neck with his remaining hand. He slammed him against the concrete wall before raising the teenager above his head, Devin's legs dangling in the air.
"Fuck seeing the light, I'll send you to it, ya bloody demon!" The Pope squeezed, constricting his airways.
Devin struggled as the air left his body, his consciousness fading. He struck the Pope's face over and over as the beast ranted. "You dare strike me!"
"Ya could've seen the light! Ya could've been saved! Now Imma kill ya! Ya fuckin demon! Die!"
Fading, Devin felt his life slip away. His hands fell to his side, as his thoughts scattered. 'This is it… the end… no…'
Devin's fingers wiggled, as the dark dagger on the floor shook.
'Death can have me, when it earns me!' Devin's crimson eyes burned with an eerie darkness. The dark dagger flew into his hand, and Devin jabbed it into the Pope's eye.
Pop!
"Aaargh!!!" The man screamed, letting go of Devin and clutching his face.
Devin crumpled to the ground. Wasting no time, he sliced the Pope's achilles tendons, dropping him to his knees.
"Hahhh… hahh… hah…" Devin breathed out, standing with his bloody dark dagger at his side.
Covering his bleeding eye socket, the enraged Pope looked at Devin with his one eye. "Ya fuckin demon! You dare strike me! I am holy! I am the Pope—"
"You're dead," Devin said coldly, sending a shiver down the Pope's spine. He felt it through his bones. This boy, no, this monster, with his ash white hair and face covered in blood, his dark crimson eyes staring a hole through him.
Will kill him!
The Pope raised his hands to fight back, but Devin was faster, stabbing under his armpits.
Blood gushed out on the concrete floor as Devin tackled him to the ground.
Too weak to move his arms from the severe blood loss, the Pope was powerless as Devin wrapped his hands around his neck. 'Die! Die! Die!' The Pope's consciousness faded, as the last thing he saw were, dark crimson eyes staring into his soul.
"Urgh- urg- ur…"
Crack! The Pope's neck gave out, his still eyes reflected in Devin's vision.
"Dev…" A familiar voice called out, sweet as the first time he heard it, tugging at his heartstrings.
"Dev…" It called out again in desperation, as Devin's crimson eyes reflected her fading blue eyes.
The bars and concrete faded, and Devin found himself back in his room.
Crack! He shuddered, hearing Darcey's neck give out under his grip. 'No!'
He immediately let go and shook Darcey's still figure.
"Darcey! Wake up! Darcey! Darcey!!!"
She didn't respond as her clouded eyes stared into nothingness. 'No…'
Devin staggered back, his legs trembling, looking at his pale, shivering hands. He shuddered.
"I killed Darcey…"
End of Chapter 18