Philip lit his cigarette as soon as he stepped outside for some fresh air that evening. He had been so stressed for the past few days that he just had to smoke a cigarette and not his vape. His mind hovered around the event that had occurred the previous days; how he had left Ava alone in order to look for anything that could lead him closer to the answer he was looking for. How he almost died in the hands of a Hunter. The same set of people that had killed his parents. Now, he was facing the due penalty for his actions. Ava didn’t deserve what happened to her; Any of it.
When the stick of the cigarette was exhausted, he threw it on the ground and stepped on it. Outside was busy and noisy, so he wanted to stay there and enjoy the din of the night. Suddenly, his phone rang and he picked it up after glancing at the name of the caller;
“Do you know who did it? ” Tyler asked.
Philip sighed and brought out his vape, he sucked the vapour in and it flowed out his nose. Somehow, it seemed to soothe his feelings for a moment before he replied; “I will kill her.”
“I warned you about getting too close to females of her nature. You slept with her, Philip.” Tyler said, “Your feelings shouldn’t have taken over.”
“It was my fault, and I know that so I will fix it.” He said, withdrawing the vape from his lips. Tyler hung up without saying anything else and Philip tucked the vape inside his pocket. He knew exactly what to do and how to do it.
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Philip put on his black jacket and hung the hood over his head, preparing to head out that night. He had checked on Ava before he jumped into his car and drove away without looking back. As the car journeyed through the road smoothly, Philip could hear his father’s words in his head; “Take control.” His father had always taught him to take control in two ways, kill or cause to suffer and at that moment, he had already chosen one.
Though he had rolled up his windows, the breeze could still be felt even by seeing it blow over his car, and then suddenly came the splatter of rain. He felt like puffing some cigarette smoke but predominantly, he had to do what he was bred up to do as a mutant.
When he arrived at Elena’s house, the rain splashed on him gracefully as he walked to her doorstep. Then he knocked. As expected, the door opened and Elena stood with a stupefied look. She still looked slim and charming despite his resentment for her. He still remembered when they were both lost in their feelings that they had to give in so quickly and now, she was the same person who had betrayed him, treated him like a fool and stabbed him in the back.
“Philip, you are here-” she said, but walked back in fear as he approached her.
“You betrayed me because of Zane?” Philip asked while advancing towards her, she looked panic-stricken but that wasn’t his problem. He just needed the answer to his questions, as he had an innocent girl to protect.
“I didn’t do anything….. I swear,”
“I would have believed you,” he said, permitting his iris to change color, “But you are such a bad liar. You were the only one who knew my house address. You must have informed him about what I discussed with you and he finished the job himself.”
Philip closed the door behind him and grabbed her hand forcefully. All he could feel was resentment and bitterness. He loathed the idea of someone betraying him and it was similar to the type of hurt he felt when Zane betrayed him. Seeing that she was struggling to let go of his grip, he released her hand and grabbed her hair with all aggressiveness, “You have known me long enough, Elena. Long enough to know that I hate traitors.”
“Philip….. please-” she adjured him to stop hurting her. As the red pigment spread around the circumference of his iris, his grip turned more violent and he released little energy through his hands that penetrated into her hair, through his fingers and within seconds, she screamed.
He intended to push her forward with his hot fingers digging into her melting scalp, but she pushed her head backwards and hit Philip’s nose intentionally. So much that he withdrew his hands from hair and felt his nose to sense if there was any blood. Just as he was about to get distracted with the pain she had caused, he saw her trying to run into the kitchen.
As soon as he summoned his powers, a red thick fog bolted towards her and enveloped her before she could close the door. Her piercing screams began to wear out along with her body, when Philip manipulated the burning fog that had overcome her. He made sure that the fog ate her up alive slowly. Stepping closer to her, Philip could hear her beg for mercy yet he wasn’t moved. Instead, he folded his hands into her fist and made the fog swallow her by eating her faster.
Half eaten, she fell to the floor with no voice and no strength. The fog stood by when Philip squatted in front of her and tried to look her in the face, but her face had also been eaten up and disfigured. No blood flowed, only the burnt off skins from her body could be seen on the floor.
“When I finish with Zane and he comes to meet you in hell,” Philip folded his hands slowly, making the fog surround her at that instant, “You can sleep with him there.” His final words to her before he folded his hands fully into a fist. The obedient fog enshrouded her and red skeletons also rose from the ground, helping the fog tear her into pieces.
Philip wasn’t the least terrified or disturbed at what he had done to someone whom he thought cared for him enough to keep secrets. All his life, he had always lived in the world of his father’s teachings and he absolutely never doubted any word that proceeded from his father’s mouth. Though his father was long gone, the man’s teachings still lived in his heart, his mind, his soul absorbed it and his body executed it. One of those teachings included the consequences of trusting a woman;
“Women will trap you in their cage and because of the love you may have for them they will make you starve while they give it to another man. After that, they will stab you in the back.”