Harley’s POV
I try my best not to look in that direction as I’m not interested in killing anymore people. I recently returned from the restroom to clean the bloodstains on my hand. I don’t want anymore bloodshed but I suddenly hear the screams within me to check what’s she doing. I can no longer resist her as I check.
She’s actually still looking for the roaster like some blind person. I feel vexed at that as I slowly rise to my feet, approaching her subtly. I don’t want her to look back and start apologizing to me so no suspicion will be raised. I’ve never killed anyone of them in front of another. It shouldn’t happen this time around now.
I suddenly grow claws as I dig it inside her body and cover her lips from screaming. She screams nonetheless but it’s hushed. No one hears her as I kick her to the room where I do kill the girls. I growl at her as I retrieve an hammer which I hit on her forehead several times before she gives up. I suddenly become satisfied after that as some feel of remorse surge through me but I’ve murdered her already.
I can’t even talk to anyone about this. The more I want to get out of here to let someone free me of this drug that has been inserted into my blood, the less efforts I make to do so. It’s either I forget to do so, someone makes me forget by distracting me or I willingly ignore doing so when I have the chance to.
But suddenly, during this noon, the sun shines brightly as usual, but I smell a different scent and it seems like the power is leaving my body. I can feel it at the verge of my skin about to whoosh away. I feel like running towards the scent that’s stuck up in the air but one of the omegas begins to ask for my attention again.
I turn to face her, warning strictly, “don’t you know what else to do? You are annoying me.”
“Ma’am,” she slowly calls, “there’s… blood… on your hands.”
I smirk as I entice her to come check what I killed. I know she’ll be interested in it. As she enters the room, I shut the door and rush at her as I shut her lips up.
“I promise I’m never going to tell anyone about this.” She assures me but I only smirk as all her pleas fall on my deaf ears. I don’t even want to hear her say the word, “please”, it annoys me more than anything else.
“Lay low and let me stab you. Don’t make things harder.” I say as I welcome some sharp daggers to my hands.
“Please, ma’am. I only wanted you to go see who’s come to save us. He’s rescued us from the bloody Alpha and we’re gonna be free too, anytime soon. Including…” She says as I throttle her throat, fuming seriously.
“Including who?!” I yell at her for a response but she demands that my hands be taken off her so she can breathe and respond but I wany a response while throttling her, else I would stab her in the neck and slice her throat just like Dominic did. Maybe I can transfer the power working in me to her.
“Madam, please. I beg you in the name of God. Don’t do this to me.” She slowly sobs after I release my grip on her as her eyes dart to and fro, looking for the best way of escape. I smirk at her and pull her back as she’s about to make a move to run.
“Don’t make things hard. Lay down and let me kill you. You’ve seen this and you can’t unsee it.”
She carefully lays low and before she finally reaches the ground, she slips out of my hands as she rushes towards the door. I angrily growl as I make towards her, fiercely grunting at her disobedience. With her hands forcefully dragging the door knob, I hold her to the door as I stab her from the back. I keep driving the dagger into her until she breathes her last and falls to the ground.
I could have easily sliced her throat to transfer the power working in me to her but maybe I can do that for some other people. But she really gave me an hard time.
Motherfucker.
I can hear the sound of horses around the pack and it somehow refreshes me in a way I can’t tell but I maintain composure as I rush towards the restroom. I slip my hands into my pocket as I find a gun there. I leave it there and wash my hands in the restroom.
As I am done washing the hands now, I hear some silent noise around the room where I do murder the girls. I have dropped the dagger in the room but I can’t say for sure who is there, maybe my savior or someone who wanna creep on my acts. I now remember that I didn’t even lock the door of the room as the previous girl that died gave me some problem trying to kill her as she’s damaged the doorknob. I wouldn’t be able to lock it properly even if I want to.
As I reach there, I stand face-to-face with three girls in this district as well, shaking their heads terribly, claiming I’m a wicked soul. I slowly approach them, showing them I’ve got no weapons in my hands, so they stay, hoping I’d come to explain everything to them but before I get to them, I slowly slip out the gun as I fire the three of them before they can escape. Their blood splash at the walls as their skulls drop to the ground, breathing their last.
Other omegas are a bit scared to hear the sound of gunshot but I quickly lock the gateway to the hallway and the room I do use so they don’t get inside to see things themselves. The blood didn’t splash on me so I can prove my innocence though it’s all lies.