Angel of Fire - Requiem of Lost Souls - Book Two

Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Cold

 Chapter 15

Doctor Drool didn't just drain my body of blood, he also drained my will to survive. Cautiously unwrapping his fingers from around my throat, he paused to check for a pulse. Satisfied that I was dead as a doornail he bent down to retrieve the bone saw.

"I own you, Chaos Killbourne," he whispered maliciously in one ear.

Little by little I felt someone step inside my soul and fill me up with trouble. The sudden explosive sensation bursting in my veins reminded me of the buzz I got when Thomas re-balanced my energy. Lying on the table with my eyes closed I felt a little punch-drunk, but good...in a hyper alert kind of way. I wasn't exactly dead, but I wasn't completely alive either. More like somewhere in between. Right then, I knew only one thing with any certainty.

I was about to get my revenge on.

Opening my eyes I realized with a start that my throat was no longer dry. "Sorry to disappoint you," I began, voice drenched with sarcasm. "But I don't remember seeing your name tattooed on my ass."

Drool let out a yip of surprise and jumped back, waving a purple gloved finger at me. "You're dead. I killed you."

Filled with an unstoppable rush of adrenaline, I sat up feeling completely recharged as Drool's expression changed from a look of total shock to a fearful, terrified grimace.

"What are you?" he breathed.

Pausing momentarily to snap the heavy metal clamps on my arms and legs like plastic handcuffs, I borrowed one of Thomas's favorite lines, while at the same time allowing fiery wings to unfold from beneath my shoulder blades. "I'm your worst nightmare."

The only difference was, I meant it.

He swallowed hard, eyes bulging out of his head as I continued to stretch--the twenty-five foot span of my wings managing to scorch both sides of the walls at once, filling the air with a noxious metallic odor.

Drool didn't seem to notice the increased temperature in the room, or the beads of sweat now running down the sides his face as he licked his lips from the heat. "You're an angel?"

A slow mischievous grin made my lips curl against my will. "Let this be a lesson," I warned. "Never mess with an angel with a broken heart."

Fastening my eyes on the silver surgical lamp, I did what I so desperately wanted to do after first waking up in this hell hole, and smashed it right into his handsome face. The impact sent his limp body crashing against the farthest wall, before landing on the ground with a heavy satisfying thud.

I plucked the remaining needles from my arms and hopped down. Before Drool had a chance to wake up, I tossed him on the surgical steel table and strapped him down, twisting the metal clamps securely around his hands and feet like a twist-tie. By the time he regained consciousness, I'd already carefully inserted the IV's into his veins and flicked the switch to the pump, my attention fastened on the deep scarlet blood now flowing through the tubes that was no longer mine.

Aware of his dazed scrutiny as he came to, I cleared my throat. "Goody, you're still alive. It's time for a little payback, don't cha think?" I unzipped his lab coat with deliberate slowness, then ripped open his crisp white shirt, sending buttons flying out in all directions. Folding my wings beneath my shoulder blades once again, I extended a hand and called fire - surprised at how effortlessly the blazing warmth filled my palm at will.

Curious, I cocked my head to one side. "What was that part about you owning me again?"

Nose broken and robbed of speech, Drool's incredulous blue eyes turned watery as he stared at the flames now trained on him.

I smiled to myself. Climbing up on the table, I straddled his waist to hold him still. "That's what I thought. But in case you forget just who owns who in this scenario, let me leave you with a little reminder." Concentrating the fire on the very tip of my finger, I painstakingly carved each burning letter into his bare chest like a red hot branding iron. When finished, I blew on my fingertip to extinguish the flame, and read the result of my artwork out loud.

"NEVER FEAR, CHAOS WAS HERE."

Finding his voice, Doctor Drool muttered through gritted, broken teeth--skin still sizzling. "You'll never get away with this." The sickening smell of burnt flesh replaced the metallic fumes.

"I already have," I countered. "Besides, I'm only showing you the same kindness you showed me. Aren't you having fun yet?"

"Please, have some mercy," he cried, eyes flicking to the machine eagerly sucking his blood for a change.

I shrugged. "Sorry, I'm slapout out of that." Bending over at the waist, I whispered deliciously in his ear. "This is how things are going to work. I'll give you the same choices you gave me." I paused to pick up a razor sharp scalpel and held it against his throat. "I can kill you fast so you don't experience any pain, or I can kill you nice and slow so you feel every drop of blood being drained from your body. Which do you prefer?"

"Fast then," he relented, closing his eyes in obvious defeat. "Go ahead. Get it over with."

"On second thought," I purred, switching deadly tools and picking up the bone cutters instead, "I change my mind. Death is too easy. I'm going to enjoy killing you slowly so you can suffer just like I did."

Hopping off the table, I yanked the keys that hung on a chord around his neck and went to unlock the door.

"You'll never make it out of here," Drool growled. "I brought you to an underground nuclear bunker, located on the grounds of the insane asylum. This place is a maze with five levels." That explained why Sebastian couldn't find me in the hospital above. "The bunker is completely self contained. We have our own generator, our own food, even our own water. We can stay down here for up to three months without ever having to go outside for supplies."

Narrowing my eyes, I spat, "What's your point?"

"No one knows we're down here. If you're lucky enough to find your way out, no one will ever find me."

"I won't tell if you don't," I replied with a wink.

Closing the metal door that felt like it weighed at least a ton, I locked it behind me. I still believed the best victory was one that required no battle. That's why I made sure the machine was set up to only filter Doctor Drool's blood, instead of draining it. He would live, but I didn't necessarily tell him that. His continuous screams as I left was like a gift that kept on giving.

I'd be back for him all right, but duty called. First I had to go and save the planet.