un·der·bel·ly
/ˈəndərˌbelē/
noun
A hidden unpleasant or criminal part of society.
"the dark underbelly of a ghetto"
"I do for me and mine how I see fit. Even if I have to wage war against everything in my path." His voice so powerful it felt like i...
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All black is Oaktree for those who haven't put it together yet.
Killian Rubis Andrade Shepards Bush, West London Two days later
"Good job on that case. You're really showing out Andrade." The surgeon I worked with patted my back, I smiled as I removed my surgical cap. Honestly I was excited about my prospects here at Hammersmith Hospital, I'd work so hard to land his cases. He was top surgeon in emergency surgery unit.
"Thank you Dr. Collins." I say before ending the conversation by walking away. Without my surgical mask on I didn't want any one to look at me too long. My nose and lip were still fairly swollen, and contouring could only do so much.
"Andy you have a visitor." A fellow tech mentioned as they passed me on there way back to the lounge. The nickname Andy would never stick. Not cute.
"Really? Who?" I questioned slowing down but not stopping my walk. "Name starts with a H or something, I can't remember." She practically shouts. By that time I'm already at the door staring at whom my visitor was.
Wadz.
Almost on instinct I turned to run, in a hushed tone he calls, "Killian stop." And the imagine of him slicing that man into thirds was enough to send me rigid, so I halted like he said.
Wadz nodded his head to the right, "Come on."
"I'm on call. I can't just leave." I reasoned quietly.
"I promise to get you back if you're paged yea?" I still stood stuck, and that caused him to step closer to me, reactively I step back. "No one's going to hurt you." It's like he sensed my impending sense of doom.
In this moment I genuinely felt like he would be my demise, that if I walked out with him right now I'd never been seen again. This surveillance scheme was absolute torture, even the second time around. Quickly I looked around, and followed him. This walk seemed to be long as we were now taking multiple staircases to what was the morgue.
"Absolutely not. I'm not going in there with you." I shook my head, standing there as he held the door open. Cold air came rushing out, and death seeped through the threshold. I was stupid enough to walk down that alley, but this..I wouldn't be dumb enough to fall for.
"Take another look." With a small role of my eyes, I peeked in.
All black, and the dark skin man.
"Now move." Wadz whispers in my ear with a push against my back. And unfortunately I stumbled into the freezing cold room, as I went to go for the door but he stood there locking the door and the other two seemed to be amused by me.
I sucked my teeth and took a deep disapproving sigh to myself, always being so damn stupid. "Look you can't just show up to my job." For whatever reason I was still whispering, as if the dead would tell their handlers about this strange exchange. This place gave me the creeps, the smell made my stomach churn. Death, but not quite as ripe due to the frigid temperature.
