Can you believe, Ky’lar Richardson, Prince of Hell, and Son of Blackheart has never done anything wrong in his entire life??
“ a few hours that is fine I waited for months I can wait a little longer for it to happen and have my brother back “a pause follows as hands fold over his chest and a breath was taken as eyes meet the other’s and he is carrying on to say “ so your family is that bad then and this deal it will stay between us noone will know “.
“my family is complicated. good and bad are easy terms to understand – at least to your kind,” he said bluntly. “think of it as… those definition are for mortals.” he could have elaborated a bit more, but instead, he gave a nod. “yes, yes – no one will know about this.” he rolled his eyes. “eventually, someone may find it out, but it won’t be my fault.” or at least that’s what he believed. “ a few hours – maybe three at max.” he sighed. “it’s going to be a long night.”
“If you haven’t figured it out already, i don’t really like people,” he said, a deep sigh escaping his lips. “at all really, they just seem to get in the way.”
❝ at the risk of sounding like a broken record; i don’t care what you believe. i’m not my family and i’m most certainly not my father. my name is ky’lar richardson and this is my story. ❞
fun was relative; one person’s fun could be another’s boredom. ky knew for a fact there were many things to do, but keeping loki occupied was proving to be difficult – a reason he enjoyed being alone. anyone near him for an extended amount of time just proved to be a nuisance.
“destroying a town sounds fun,” he said, arms crossing over his chest. “unless you mean something else?”
it never was easy; admitting he’d made some sort of mistake. nor was it when he found himself in a situation with-out an easy exit. maybe he’d made too many mistakes – trusting that people he paid would actually do as he said. maybe he’d over stretched his reach.
not that it mattered now. being trapped in a small room wasn’t comforting. nor did he enjoy being there in the first place, but that was what happened when you got caught. oh well – he’d find a way to get out of this one way or another.
talking would suffice, but would they truly listen? most likely not. no one ever did when it was really important. ——still, the blood on his hands ( not to mention jacket ) spoke for itself. there was doubt anyone would let him speak… let alone long enough so he could twist his words to the point they’d have no choice, but to let him out of this barbaric confinement
and yet his head lifted the moment after the noise of entry; such a delight as eyes narrowed in the direction of the doorway. seemed someone was finally coming into greet him or maybe check in to see if he was still alive.
“you know,” he said, trying to keep his voice as even as possible, “i’d have thought someone would have come in here sooner. maybe to offer me release from this.. confinement or maybe you’re here to make it longer – care to tell me if i’m getting close?”
“i don’t think anyone can fully get over it.” repression was common, but it often lead to more problems further down the road. trying to be open about it, that was what the family had done. clarissa was probably the most vocal about it and she wished she could get her daughter to open up more, but she couldn’t blame her for chasing after someone, something to blame. kyle felt the opposite way and she was left somewhere in the middle. unsure of if her daughter’s death was truly an accident or not.
“it’s hard… when someone you love barely even got a chance to live.”
“not with that attitude.” the words were said with a slight smirk. a false since of sarcasm to make the situation seem less tense. he didn’t think it would work, but all the same… he didn’t think it mattered really. not to him at least. “i’ve gotten over it – whatever life could have been different… i no longer have that choice or that chance.”
all he needed was five more minutes. five more minutes to obtain what he needed in the files, and then get out. it should have been easy, but here ky was attempting to glance over tops of the folders simply to find what was needed.
it should have been easy; a few more files and he’d have it. a few more names glanced over and he’d have what he wanted. all he needed was a few more moments. all he needed was to get to the name he wanted.
unfortunately, lucky wasn’t on his side this time around; he glanced back as he usually did every few minutes, and grunted. this wasn’t good – it never was when he was in the middle of stealing highly classified files. “it would be best…if you stayed out of this.”
Hellfirebound 