The Gangleader Paction

Chapter 17: ➣ From The Deepest, Darkest, Blackest Part Of My Heart

Scared-walking towards the end of the corridor, I managed to reach the stairs. I hate climbing down stairs in the middle of the night. I have this assumption that some creep in going to grab me as I climb down to my death, and ain't no Scooby Doo saving this duck.

Holding onto the railing for dear life, I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. Just run down those stairs Sky, you can kick ass at the bottom. If I do run down those stairs, however, I always get the idea that I grow an imaginary tail and I must get far enough so the ghost doesn't grab my tail and drag my feathery ass right back.

I'm so weird.

Okay. Ready?

1...

THREE!

High tailing down them stairs like a goddamn Road Runner, I felt relief as I could make out the last step. But before I had a chance to get down and even save my tail, a bright light hit my face, throwing me completely off the path.

"HOLY MOTHER OF COCOPOPS!" I blared, skidding the last step and screamed as I went hurling towards the freaking walking Angler Fish from Finding Nemo.

The angler fish's little ball of light fell to the floor upon my trample towards it. Guess I scared even it. Before I had a chance to even celebrate, the fish grabbed my wrists in one swift move, slamming me hard against the wall.

Holy duck!

"I'M ONLY TRYING TO FIND THAT DIVING MASK!" I shrieked in panic, struggling hard against it's...hands?

"Skyler what the fuck?!" It snapped at me, it's face up close to mine, quietening my screams. The dim light shining from the apparent flashlight on the ground, I could faintly make out features on the supposed Anglerfish.

"Xavier?" I peered up at his gorgeously light green eyes, even in the dark.

He rolled his eyes, "What the fuck are you doing awake this late at night?" He growled, squeezing my wrists harder above my head, making me flinch.

Okay, what crawled up his ass and died?

"Dude, you need to Hakuna your tatas," I blurted accidentally like the idiot with a death wish I am, casually hanging from his grip like some bird house.

He raised his eyebrows in confusion, not really getting what that meant, which meant that gun was staying in his waistband. 

Thank the duck.

"What. Are. You. Doing. Up?" He pressed with gritted teeth.

"I was trying to get some water!" I mumbled meekly, really wanting to stay alive until I get a good drink of water.

He stared at me with hard eyes as if trying to decipher if I was actually telling the truth. Gang leaders I swear. In the meantime, I took the moment to rake my eyes down his delicious build. 

He definitely wasn't in his PJ pants, standing shirtless before me like most stories I've read.

Instead, he was fully equipped with black ripped jeans, a black top, and dark khaki jacket. I could partially make out the outline of several different glocks strapped to his chest and waist, which I have to admit did scare me duckless.

He could've used me as a freaking test dummy.

But what concerned me more was what Xavier Dante had been doing this late at night dressed like that? 

"Get your damn water and go to sleep," He muttered darkly, letting go of my wrists and my feet finally touched the ground.

Why does he seem colder than usual?