~♤♡Everfall's Casino♢♧~

~~~~~~~~~~~♔Chapter 29♔~~~~~~~~~~~

Miracle stayed quiet not even a peep came out of her, all she did was stare at the ground below her. Should've grabbed some popcorn because things were starting to get... Interesting to say the least.

"At one point the smoke separated all three of us and when it cleared I found her standing on top of the kill, one leg on his back, a rope around his neck and strangling the hell out of him..." Chip, Sash and I's jaws dropped, this didn't make any sense. Were we really talking about Miracle right now? This couldn't be, Miracle was too afraid to kill a person. The very thought shook her to her core and she was the one who took out our target?

My eyes snapped towards Sash to get her reaction, she looked back at me eyes wide open and brows furrowed her eyes darted from me to Miracle. I couldn't help but do the same, was I dreaming?

"Show me your hands." Chip commanded, her eyes snapped up to meet his. She seemed to ponder the request and hesitantly brought them up and slowly unfurled them... Burn marks but, not just any kind of burn marks, rope burn marks. Chubby wasn't lying.

Everyone was still and Chip just stared at her palms covered in these marks and she stared at him with her expression blank. Then... laughter.

Chip was laughing, a cynical and twisted kind of laughter "I knew it! I knew there was more to you than just being some scared lamb!"

His laughter died down and looking at her once more and smiling, he said, "The prey has now become the predator... Welcome to the family."

☆Miracle's: POV☆

I tossed and turned in my sheets. I couldn't sleep, not a wink not after what I had done. Did I really do that? No, not me, couldn't be me, that doesn't sound like me. Was it me? I stared at my hands, the burn marks staring and taunting me. I could hear them telling me 'yes it was you' 'you killed him' 'you squeezed the life right out of him'.

"SHUT UP!" I yelled out,

Instantly, I was reminded once more that it was all in my head. How, how do they live like this? Knowing they've killed people? With the same hands that they use to shake someone else's, the same hands that wrap the best friend up in a hug, when they hold their lover or whatever else people use their hands for.

I want to cut mine off and burn them, even then I would probably still feel the atrocity that I've committed. That's when I felt the tears welling up in my eyes all I could think was, 'I want to go home. I want my dad to hold me and tell me I'll be alright, I want my mum to put a bandaid on where it hurts and make this pain go away'.

The rest of the night was a blur of tears and whimpers. Before I knew it, it was day again and got up and looked in the mirror. Who was I looking at? Was that really me? She looks like me, same messy cinnamon hair, same light brown skin patches of white decorating it, same small horns perched atop of my head both coloured differently. Couldn't be me though, her eyes are sad, not the same vibrant yellow and orange that mine are, her arms are bandaged, she's frowning and her hands... her hands have killed. Those aren't my hands.

My ears perked up suddenly, knocking, there was knocking on my door. I walked over not caring if I was still in my night wear, I opened it up and looked to see who it was. Rainbow?

"Good morning."

"Hi."

They stood there in my doorway looking into my room and then towards me.

"May I come in? I've brought you breakfast." They were holding a tray, I hadn't even noticed.

"Sure." Why were they being nice? Why were they here? I'm not a guest, I'm an employee, the lying, deceiving good for nothing coward of an employee.