Chapter 86
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'Stupid April! What made you think that he was 'normal'!? Of course, he wasn't normal! He is a killer that works for Mark for God's sake!' I berated myself inwardly as I slammed the tea cup back on the table.
"You must have been really thirsty Ms. West wood."
I snapped my head up and glared at Snake whose lip was in a 'o' shape as his eyes went round. It was the first time a different face expression crossed his face, but his eyes that were filled mirth, mismatching his obtuse expression, rubbed me off the wrong way.
I didn't let my feelings be shown on my face and instead put on a fixed smile that didn't reach the eyes as I quipped out "I understand now why your parents named you Snake."
A smile overtook his face again and he nodded pleased. "I am happy to hear that I am living up to my name. my parents would be proud."
'Of course, he's proud.' I let out a heavy sigh as I shook my head.
It finally started to hit me after having talked to three killers. Having a conversation with them is like trying to teach someone the recipe for ice water. If anything, having a conversation with them makes it feel like you're the crazy one.
"Would you like another cup of tea Ms. Westwood?" Snake asked.
I looked down at the empty cup where you could still see the fumes coming out from and I could feel every nerve in my mouth screaming and crying out in pain as they didn't want to go through that torture again.
I smacked my mouth open and close unconsciously and winced at the stinging pain of my tongue. "No, could I have a glass of water instead?" I croaked, clasping my hand around my throat as if that gesture would sooth the pain.
He nodded. "Certainly." And smiled as he cleared the coffee table of the tea cup bringing it away to the small kitchen counter that was across the room. I watched as how he grabbed a glass cup from the small cabin that hung above the counter, filling it with faucet water.
"So, what is your Killer name Snake?" I asked, trying to change the subject as I wasn't able to handle the discomfort air in the room.
"Don't have one." Snake simply stated with a smile, bringing the filled cup over to me.
"Why?" I reached out my hand and received the cup. I took a small sip from it and could hear the celebration of my taste buds as the cold liquid extinguished the burning pain.
I closed my eyes and breathed out relieved.
He chuckles softly. "I come from a long family line of killers, so my parents named me Snake in hope that I would act like one and because of that I thought that my name alone would be sufficient." He explained.
"Hmmm." I nodded as I hummed in wonder, my lips still clamped on the rim of the glass cup. My mind couldn't help but wander back to the imposter Snake, filling itself with questions. I don't think that he chose 'Snake' as a name coincidently. Mark mentioned that 'Snake' goes by many names, but why use 'Snake' as the main one?
I glanced at Snake as I took another sip of water. And Snake's reaction when I asked if he was 'Snake' was really suspicious. He looked pissed, but why? I never said about which 'Snake' I was talking about, but his expression told me that he was ascertain of who I was talking about. I mean he obviously knows his identity, but what is his connection with him?
Snake's eyes swiftly locked with mine, catching me in the staring act. I flinched and averted my gaze away, sipping the water awkwardly.
"Is there something that you would like to quire me about Ms. Westwood?" Snake asked.
I hummed thoughtfully; my eyes aimed at the ceiling.
'I properly shouldn't ask him those questions. He's not going to answer it anyway seeing how Mark had forbidden him to.' I thought.
Trying to not look Snake in the eyes I let my eyes dart around nervously the room before clearing my throat as I started to speak in a high squeaky voice. "I just wondered why a killer like yourself is serving Mark." I asserted.
Not something that I wanted to ask, but still was curious about.
"Oh?" I froze with the cup still in my mouth as a shiver run down my spine. His voice that was mixed with politeness and calmness fell away like a discarded cloak.
I slowly craned my head sideways, moving away from the cup. I felt the beating of my heart coming to a halt and gasped when I met the cold hazel brown eyes that could even freeze peas.
'Huh…?'
His smile fell together with the air of the room. I could breathe fine, I really could, but somehow my lungs weren't able to get any oxygen. Instead, it felt like they were shriveling up with each breath I took as if I was inhaling carbon monoxide.
I started to cough and gasp for air, feeling an intense pressure being exerted on my chest. Tears started to prickle behind my eyes.
Snake bend forward, bringing his face closer to mine. His crescent-shaped eyes locking mine watery ones in place and with a dry smile he said the following,
"Wouldn't you like to know."
My sight started to get blurry as I was still heaving and gasping for air. 'What's going on?' Oxygen was not reaching my brain transforming my thoughts into a puddle of jumbled and mushed goo, leaving me in a confused state.
Snake just kept staring at me, gauging my every reaction.
"You better dial down that bloodlust unless you want to feel this bullet in your chest." A voice hardened boomed throughout the room, reigning everybody's attention.
Blinking the tears away I looked sideways at Mark. He had on a peeved expression and his hand was holding a gun that was aimed at Snake.
"M-Mark." The relief in my trembling voice could be detected as I called out to Mark.
Mark eyes snapped to mine and they turned three shades darker. Mark gritted his teeth callously as his grip on the gun hardened, so much that his knuckles were turning pale.
"Didn't I tell you to tone down that bloodlust?" Mark gritted warningly.
With his hands clasped on his back and with his face aimed at Mark, Snake slowly straightened his back-giving Mark his nonchalant smile.
At the same time, I could feel the pressure on my chest being lifted and I collapsed; lying lethargically down on the couch, my hands clasped around my throat as I was coughing up a storm.
Mark took big strides towards me and was swiftly at my side, cradling me against his chest.
"You're back sir." Snake calm and serene voice was back together with his begin smile.
But Mark was not having it as he narrowed his eyes, willing the raging anger out of his voice. "I really hope that your bloodlust wasn't aimed at April, Snake."
"It wasn't Sir." Snake responded. "My emotions got the best of me when I heard Ms. Westwood's her…" He paused and glanced at me before he continued. "question and I guess I wasn't able to conceal it."
I unconsciously clutched tighter at the thin fabric of Mark's suit and with eyes that were rimmed with red I glared brazenly back in Snake's eyes. Snake's eyes flickered with something before he broadens his smile.
Mark tightens his hold around me and growls pissed at Snake. "Consider this then your first and your last warning. Don't. Do. That. Again." He demanded callously as he breathed out every word with conviction.
Lenient, Snake bowed his head. "Yes, sir." He follows then to look at me and bows then too. "And I am gravely sorry for putting you through that Ms. Westwood." His voice sounded apologetic but a tinge of mirth could be detected and with a chagrin expression I petulantly nodded my head.
"It's okay." I muttered.
Mark exhaled aggravated as he run his fingers through his hair. He glanced down at me, letting his finger stroke my check tentatively. "You okay?"
'Do I look okay!?' I thought angrily and exasperated. "Yeah…I'm okay." I grumbled.
Mark expressions softens. "Don't worry I won't let you alone anymore." He crooned and placed a chaste kiss on my forehead before he stood up and waltzed to his desk.
I darted my gaze from Mark back to Snake, glowering at him. He met my gaze and smiled annoyingly at me which I responded with a profanity that I only mouthed out so that it wouldn't catch Mark ears.
'Bastard.'
