Deaths Inheritance

Chapter 6 - Full Circle

It was basement time, Elijah trotted down the old wooden steps, still holding his forearm, planning to bandage it up before he gets to work. His face sweaty from all the work him and his family have been doing, he licked his lips softly as he scanned the basement, body parts hanging from hooks, then his gaze adjusted over to Quentins direction, Quentin was still knocked out, some blood in his hair from the whack he endured. His arms were pinned outwardly with nails, and his legs crossed in the air, one leg on top of the other, a large nail through both of his feet. Quentin was on an upside down cross, his body upside down to match. A symbol of the bible, except instead of one representing Jesus, it was representing Satan. Elijah smiled in ambition before walking over to the first aid box, opening it with ease and pulling out a roll of bandaid, and rubbing alcohol, he twisted the lid with his teeth and spat it back onto the floor, pouring it onto the wound. wincing as the burning sensation came over his arm, he swung his face into the air, looking at the ceiling as he attempted to enjoy the pain, giggling quietly to himself, not trying to awaken the guest. Elijah shook his head and smoothly wrapped the bandage over the wound, chucking the rubbing alcohol onto the hard, cold surface of the ground. Two chairs sat in front of Quentin, one with Rosaleens corpse sat in an upright position to the left, and one empty, but not for long as the basement door swung open and the small grunts of Willow carrying MIchelles body in her arms could be heard. Willow stormed over to the empty chair, looking to Elijah with a loving smile as she set Michelle up in a sitting position, kneeling down to animate her legs and arms. "Heavier than she looks, huh sis?", Elijah questioned playfully, running his fingers slowly through Rosaleens mattered hair, looking carefully, like he was a predator to his prey, proud of what he has achieved. "I'm sure this'll give him a fright when the fucker wakes his ass up.", Willow chuckled, talking about Michelle's body, her flesh shining and pussing as most of her flesh had sizzled away from the acid. "Everythin' set up upstairs?", Elijah wondered, looking at Willow, waiting for her response. "'Course brother, Pa told me to tell you to not get in over yourself again, we don't want a repeat of last time, okay?", Willow replied with a soft tone, her and Elijah had a soft spot for eachother, a true sibling bond. He rolled his eyes, biting his cheek and groaning, "Pa this and Pa that, whatever, i'll listen to you.", Elijah responded, clearly irritated that they think so low of his past mistakes. Willow tapped his shoulder with her hand as she walked out of the basement, the stairs creaking as her steps grew more distant, the basement door shutting loudly. Elijah turned his attention to Quentin, squinting his eyes, raising his eyebrows, attempting to read the boy. He walked over slowly, but menacingly, suddenly raising his hand and throwing a hard slap across Quentins face, then grabbing his face with a sinister smirk, his grip tight on his cheeks, a sinister toothy smirk grew further on Elijah. "Wakey wakey!", He screamed in his face, giggling. Quentin shot up, his eyes wide, gasping. "What the fuck, Elijah? You're dead? Where...am i?", He groaned as he spoke, his head pounding, somewhat with the belief he is dreaming, or he's totally lost his marbles. "You're in my basement, buddy, this is where i keep ALL my FAVOURITES.", Elijah replied, his tone sadistic, his eyes speaking more threats than he is. Quentins face dropped as he realised, he wasn't dreaming, he wasn't crazy, his best friend is the crazy one, it all came together and clicked in his mind. Elijah noticed the boys realisation, this only fuelled his satisfaction and undying passion. A tear slowly rolled down Quentins face, gulping and panicking. "Oh...don't be upset.", Elijah worded in a bright, soft and caring tone, obviously fake. He lifted his thumb up onto his face, slowly wiping the teardrop off his cheek, then gracefully standing up away from him, revealing Rosaleen and Michelles corpse in front of his very eyes. Quentins adrenaline and shock was so high, he hadn't even realised yet that he was nailed to a cross, the pain was numb. Elijah towered between the two chairs, breathing heavily as he examined his 'best friend', grinning. Quentin seethed as the two bodies came apparent to being his friend, and his ex girlfriend, hatred burned through his veins, his chest repeatedly lifting up and down, "You SICK FUCK! I'm gonna fucking KILL you!", He screamed at Elijah, a small growl following after his words, his eyes lighting with despair. Elijah didn't even take offence, the anger just made him grin even more, its what he wanted after all. "You care about this whore?..", Elijah looked to Michelles corpse, kneeling down next to her body as her corpse sat stiff in the old wooden seat. "..i'd rethink how much ya cared for her, Quentin. While you thought you were in a happy jolly relationship, she was hoppin' on me.", He chuckled, his sharp teeth exposed from his side profile, revealing more of what he had done during the period of their friendship. "Willow done ya a favour, she ruined us, she used to think she was beautiful, now look at the BITCH.", Elijah exclaimed in disgust, standing up and bringing his boot up, kicking the chair with Michelle placed on across the room with force, her body flew out of place, her head slamming onto the ground, the sound of her skull cracking as she hit the ground. Elijah jumped up and down excitedly, laughing manically. Quentin just watched, his best friend was gone, he was never there, everything came out, the multiple disappearances, him being tight lipped about his family, the signs, he felt like his entire past years were built on lies and manipulation, but he had to stay strong. "What the fuck is this?!", Quentin yelled in frustration, shaking his body, attempting to get free but with no surprise, no luck. Blood from his feet and hands dripped onto the ground, the pain finally settling in, but he needed to ignore the pain. "Its family tradition, friend, its the way of the world, of life. Our uncle couldn't do what we could, the dumbass failed, whereas we won't fail, don't you worry about that.", Elijah spoke, sounding completely delusional, like reality didn't exist for him, he couldn't comprehend it. Quentin groaned, rolling his eyes. "You sound like a fucking lost puppy, you're delusional, you're pathetic, you're WEAK!.", He shouted in response to Elijah, attempting to anger him, if he was going to die, he wasn't going to die weak. This struck a nerve for Elijah, it almost reminded him of his father, angering him as his hands shook, slapping the side of his head, "Shut it.", He warned as he grabbed a large scythe that sat on a hook on a wooden board latched onto a wall, along with many other weapons, then turning back to the victim. "Why...did i hit a nerve? Did that hurt? You little bitch.", Quentin wound him up even more, Elijah visibly fuelling with rage. He attempted to keep a hold of himself, shaking his head. Quentin chuckled loudly, making fun of Elijah. This is what set him over the edge. Suddenly, Elijah yelled and stormed over to Quentin, his boots slamming across the ground. He lifted his leg and swung, his steel toed cap boots connecting with the side of Quentins skull, dazing the boy. "No one laughs at me! You hear me?", Elijah screamed as blood poured from Quentins temple, the blood trickling into a large metal bucket which rests just underneath him. This didn't stop Quentin, he wasn't afraid anymore, he was angry, he lost hope, and didn't care. "You...cousin' fucking...trash.", Quentin smiled, his vision blurred from the blunt force hit. Elijah raised the scythe with ease, "I'M KEEPIN' YOU!", He screamed sadistically as he swiftly slammed the blade down his entire body, his stomach splitting open, all down to his chest, his intestines fell out, blood poured out from the gash like a huge waterfall. He was dead almost instantly, but the nerves weren't dead just yet, he was still squirming and moving, until it all just stopped. It was like a bloodbath, the shining deep red liquid spread out everywhere, adding to the already stench of decay and death, the iron scent filled Elijah's nostrils, sweat and blood dripping down from his face, he breathed deeply and heavily as he stepped back, grunting. He wiped Quentins blood from his face, placing his fingertip in his mouth, his mouth watering as he sucked the blood clean from his finger. "Mmm..", Elijah exclaimed in excitement, enjoying the taste. Like candy to a child. "Nobody talks to me that way.", He expressed as he watched the intenstines and blood drop to the ground, smirking in satisfaction, turning and strutting to the stairs as his hair was soaked in blood, along with his clothing, the red plaid shirt, and the blue overalls, pattered in the liquid.