“I-I should h-have s-stopped, he was moving so fast… I should have just threatened… I-I.”
“Whiskey. It’s okay.”
“His blood is all over me! I killed him! How is this okay?”
“He would have killed all of us.” Alix was back in human form, kneeling next to her.
“He was running away. I-I d-didn’t have to stab down so hard.”
David came out of Gary’s apartment, his face just as grim as Whiskey was feeling.
“No trace of Gary, the soulless wiped away his spirit residue.”
“How can you be so calm about this?”
David stood in front of her looking at her, she was hugging her legs and pressed up against the wall. He got down on one knee.
“Magic is what allows for souls to move from one plain to another. Killing, the ability to die or to even killed is a function of Magic. In the same fashion, to live, to think, create and fight is all because of Magic. I have killed many people, for many reasons. It gets easier, I’m not sure if that makes you feel any better.”
“No it really doesn’t. I-I need to c-clean myself up.” Whiskey stared at the blood on her arms, most of it seemed to have dried or soaked into her skin. She threw up into her mouth a little.
“I live on the floor above this one. Come, I’ll show you.” Alix helped Whiskey stand up.
“I’ll call the Refugee and get some cleaners here. Do you know who else lived on this floor?”
“I think it was just humans. Why?”
“They’re probably all dead.” David mumbled, but loud enough to be heard down the hall. Whiskey half stumbled but Alix caught her.
“I’m o-okay.” Whiskey stuttered and he steadied her feet. Once she got to the lift she used the hand railing to hold herself up.
It was cold in her hands, she lifted up one of her arms to make sure she hadn’t left any blood on it. The shine of the elevator lights shined off it into her eyes, luckily it was murky enough to not blind her. She looked at the distorted and hazy reflection of herself in it.
The lift’s walls were a horrible cream colour like someone had dropped creamed corn into white paint. She noticed that half the floor buttons in it were mostly rubbed off including the floor they were on and the one Alix had pressed. Whiskey took that to mean that lots of people lived in this building, she wondered if that man she killed was at least partially responsible for what had happened.
She cursed herself for not asking, but now her mouth was so dry she couldn’t speak.
Whiskey followed Alix in silence. Alix didn’t say anything either, not knowing what she could say. Whiskey slumped onto the wall outside Alix’s apartment as she unlocked the door. Every step Whiskey took seemed longer and drawn out. She took a slow look around the apartment. It was immaculate.
A few pictures on the wall caught her eye. Walking over to them she could only recognise Alix in most but there was one with Reese and another woman who she figured to be Sam. Whiskey, impolitely, picked it up to look at it. She half expected them to start moving around in the frame as she stared. They were smiling so wide, captured at the end of joke around a table at the Refuge.
“That was just before the Titan’s were released.”
“Have you guys killed anyone?” Whiskey’s voice squeaked like that of a pubescent boy.
“We have yeah, mainly those trying to kill us back. I don’t think I can answer for Reese though, he’s been at the Refuge much longer than we have.”
Whiskey nodded and put the picture back gently. She wrapped her arms around herself, she winced as she felt the damp blood patches on her shirt. “My bathroom’s in here.” Alix pointed with her whole arm toward the open door.
Black and white tiles covered the floor and walls up to about Alix’s waist. Alix pulled the door closed behind Whiskey to give her some space.
Whiskey took off her shirt first, throwing it into the sink. She twisted the hot water faucet as far as it would go. She squirted the liquid soap to her shirt more than fifteen times, some onto her hands as well. She apologised to Alix in her head.
She viciously rubbed her hands and shirt, trying desperately to wash how dirty she felt.
The hot water became scalding and caught her hand. She jumped back flicking soapy water everywhere. Thinking quickly she shut of the hot tap and opened the cold one to try and calm the burn.
Whiskey sighed loudly and looked at herself, her bra had escaped any obvious blood stains but her jeans had caught a couple of splatters. She rested her head on the mirror above the sink, she could see her own resignation on her face, all these clothes are getting thrown out.
Isaac had left the interrogation room shortly after Maeve started beating up Leviticus. Reese told him that David, Alix and Whiskey were out. So he just went to the bar and bought himself a stiff drink in a takeaway cup.
When he entered the viewing room he grimaced.
“She’s not stable that one.” He turned away from the scene in the interrogation room. Leviticus was covered in his own blood, his face swelling blue and black, the knife still stuck into his hand.
“Did you really think she would be?” Reese was already facing away, staring at his cell phone.
“This isn’t caused by being turned at a young age. She was already like this. You were there weren’t you? You saw what she did to her maker.”
“Yet I’m the one who asked for her to join us.”
“Because the Shaphist council would have just killed her for doing stuff like this.” He pointed behind him with his thumb. “And we have a dirty job to do and no one who likes doing it.”
“Tell me what you know!” Maeve grabbed the knife from Leviticus’ hand and jabbed it into his shoulder.
“I-I c-can’t.” He sobbed between words. She twisted the knife into his arm socket. He groaned with agony, he didn’t have the strength to yell.
“They’re what?” She yanked the knife out.
“Reese, did you get that?”
“Yeah we got it, get ready.” Reese spoke through the intercom.