The Ghost's POV
Goddammit! I can’t believe I let him see me like this!
Ok G take a deep breath, ask him what he wants calmly and then either go do what he asked or go kill Ashley. Then you can leave. I tell myself, but calming down takes more time than it should.
Finally I'm good, but convincing Mark of that is much harder than it sounds. He's acting like a mother hen after her babies were attacked and they just barely survived. So I slapped him.
"I am fine! Now what did you need me for?" I say with gritted teeth obviously showing him my annoyance.
Mark's annoyance grows as well, but he does a slightly better job of hiding it. "You are NOT fine! You literally just tore your office apart not five minutes ago."
Growling at his persistence, I hold myself back from launching a full on attack at him. "Either tell me what the fuck you want or get out of my way. I need to go take care of something."
"You know what fine! You obviously don't want help from anyone! I need you to go see Rosie. She's been really depressed the last few days and she's refused to do her physical therapy. She won't listen to any of us anymore, so I need you to talk to her and convince her that she's worth getting better." Mark sighs in defeat.
I stare at him for a while examining everything. He's got bags under his eyes from watching over Rosie while she slept and trying to heal all of his own broken bones as well. I can tell the internal bleeding has stopped, but every movement and breath brings him pain. That's how worried about her he is.
No! I can’t! I can't go tell her she's worth healing and living if I'm about to leave her. That would be like building her up just to crush her again.
"Sorry Mark, you're on your own for this one. I'm not sure how effective my involvement would be. Especially after everything that just went down." I brush past him into the hallway heading down to the bar to grab some bottles before drowning Ashley in the alcohol killing her with the poisonous shit.
I think he's chasing after me, but I don't care. Let him see my handiwork with her. Let him see the monster I am. Let him finally let go of his dream of being a family. We are nothing more than a bunch of people who happen to share the same parents. Nothing about that means we're family. I mean the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb right. I just hope he gets the message.
After this I think it's time to go on a killing spree before making my own base somewhere where the good people are protected and I have free reign over the bad. Oooh Russia! I control half of the government and the other half are too afraid of my people to even blink about me doing whatever I want.
When I get to Ashley's cell I bang the door open, making her jerk awake hissing from the acid scraping her legs as she swings back and forth over the vat. Smiling, I ask in my sickly sweet voice, "Fancy a few drinks," while nodding to the bottles in my hand.
She's seen me do this before, so I can see the fear in her eyes as she screams no, but I don't acknowledge it. If she didn't want this, then she should have just killed me. I grab a ladder, placing it so I can reach the bottles and hold her head to chug each bottle down.
Popping the first cork out of the bottle, I place the opening at her mouth and press pressure points in her neck to make her mouth fall open in pain. Then I shove it into her throat so she has no choice but to swallow every drop.
Ashley doesn't even pay attention to the liquid flooding her esophagus as she stares at Mark, who apparently followed me down here.
Not caring what he sees, I continue on. When the first bottle is empty I grab the next one. Repeating this until all the liquor I brought down is in her body and she is obviously very drunk.
Once I finish I put a device on her neck to keep her head pointed to the ceiling to make her drown on her own throw up. I walk out of the room with Mark following like a lost little puppy, on my way to the observation room. I wanted to make sure I watched her die before leaving. I can't leave any enemies alive and kicking after what they've done to people the whole world expects me to protect. That would ruin my reputation for good and I would never be able to accomplish my goal.
It only takes her an hour to choke on her vomit, but I walk in the room with an axe and chop her head off to make sure she stays dead.
To his credit Mark doesn't act squeamish or even try to stop throughout the entire time I torture her to death. But I can see through his mask, he's horrified and isn't processing everything around him at full awareness.
I leave him standing there in shock at the violence and go up to my room to shower, change and pack. Hopefully no one interrupts me this time because there is no way I am staying no matter how much it hurts us all. They have to let me go and move on with their lives.
Once I'm packed and clean, I grab my bags and walk out the front door to my car. Everyone starts chasing me, but I'm already out of the driveway and on my way to the private airstrip my birth givers owned. No one manages to get there before I'm in the air miles away over the ocean.
Realizing I'm finally in the clear, I let out a deep breath and welcome the darkness to surround me with it's own brand of comfort.
It's better this way. They will be safe and I won't have to be so cautious around them censoring everything I say and do. I can finally let myself be. So what if you're going to be miserable, they are going to get to live normal lives and that's all they've ever wanted.
You aren't worthy of being happy with them anyways, so just go make the world a little less scary for them. Let them be. You'll only hurt them more and make them pity you. You don't fucking deserve their pity. You abandoned them to be tortured by someone you told them to trust.
Mark's POV
She did it. She brutally killed Ashley and then left. I knew that something like this was coming, but damn I did not expect to witness it so closely. I see what the girls meant though, she is in a dark place and no one around her could have pulled her out of it.
As much as I hate to admit it, she does need to be away from us. She needs to find her own way back through her darkness. I just hope when someone comes along who can help her, she listens to what they have to say.
The girls have been trying to hunt her down all day, but if anyone has heard anything, they're too afraid to say it. We found the letters from G right after she left, but no one has read them yet. Honestly I'm not even going to. I won't read her letter or search for her. I'm just sipping a whiskey on the balcony of my room staring at the stars praying she finds whatever it is she's looking for.
I stay there for a few more minutes before raising the last of my drink to the sky, "stay safe G, I'll always love you." Then I walk into my room to get ready for bed.