I Know You're There: Malevolent Innocence

*Conclusion to the I Know You're There trilogy* Reuben's dead. Never to return. Tori doesn't grieve, she gets on with her life. In fact, her and Damien's wedding is coming up. Sure, she loves him, but not like she loved Reuben. Everything's fine; absolutely fine. Despite the fact she cries herself to sleep, and prays for Reuben to come back every moment, everything's fine. What am I saying? It's Tori Hills, nothing's going to be fine, especially when she's about to devote her life to the wrong guy. 'I swear, if mine and Reuben's love was fire, we'd be nothing, but ash.'


19. 'You'll never win.'

To be honest, I wanted to know what was going through Reuben's mind, when he decided to put a Demon in charge of me. Like someone purely designed for evil was going to stick to the rules he came up with. Frankly, Blake was awesome.

"I have a plan, and everything," Blake defended himself, as he argued against Mollie.

"A plan for what?" another voice pitched in.

Oh great, Ollie had arrived. Like my brother, who'd lost me countless times, was going to let me go in for Reuben. His timing was utterly impeccable. Notice the sarcasm.

"Hey..." I waved slightly, giving him a sheepish smile.

"Tori!" he cheered, and tackled me into a bear hug.

It shocked me, but I hugged him back. A lot of hugging had been going on lately... Anyway, after ten, bone-crushing seconds, he pulled back, beaming his crooked grin. Guilt knotted itself in my stomach, and I wanted to throw my breakfast back up. He started talking to me, in his usual chirpiness, but I zoned out, trying to think of a wait to get out.

"Tori?" he frowned, concern creasing his forehead.

"What?" I innocently asked, my eyes focusing on him.

He frowned again, and studied me. He could tell I was hiding something, and I hadn't even given any signs. Well, maybe that I was spaced out gave him some sense of direction, but still. It wasn't fair, I was doing this because I wanted to. There was nothing that could stop me, and I wouldn't allow Ollie to become the exception. All I was doing was trying to help them.

"Hey, I'm taking Tori out, we'll be back later," Blake saved me, telling Mollie to stay quiet with his strong eye contact.

"Uh, okay... Who are you?" Ollie asked.

"I'm Blake, a friend of Reuben's," he smiled, his innocence shining through.

"Oh... Where's Reuben?" Ollie scowled, obviously expecting Reuben and I to be together.

"He had some business to sort out," Blake waved it off, and dragged me back into the foyer.

Quickly, he grabbed my bags, and led me out the front door. Silently, I closed the door behind me, and ran down the street, Blake a step ahead of me. On cue, a black Jaguar pulled up, the tinted window rolling down. A guy who looked exactly like Blake, stuck his head out the window, and told us to get in. I jus obeyed, not feeling wary at all. We had approximately ten minutes, until Mollie would tell Ollie what was going on, and we had to be out of there.

"That's my brother," Blake slightly gestured to the guy upfront, "Will."

"Hi," I shyly replied, and Will gave me a nod of acknowledgement.

"So, are we really doing this?" Will asked, his deep voice frightening me slightly.

"Hell yeah! Reuben asked me to baby sit his girlfriend - it doesn't work like that," Blake laughed, and Will joined in, stepping down on the acceleration.

Seconds dragged by, and exactly ten minutes after we left, my phone started buzzing. Calls and messages were coming through from Ollie, like crazy, so I turned my phone off, and stashed it as far down in my bag as possible.

About four hours after I ditched my phone, the car slowed down, and we approached barbed wire fences. They were doubled up, with neon yellow signs, stating that they were electrically charged. Many men in uniforms circled the fence, weapons clearly attached to their belts. And we just casually drove in. Like we could get past them.

"Guys, how the hell is this going to work?" I shout-whispered.

"Shut up, and get dressed!" Blake threw a black bin liner at me, and I scowled at him.

Sighing, I emptied the bag's contents, to find a uniform, exactly like the people around us. Blushing, I quickly changed, even though both Blake and Will promised they weren't looking. It's not exactly easy to gracefully change in a car. Anyway, I got into it, and then the boys changed too. A gun was given to me, but it was locked, so I couldn't accidentally fire it, unless I unlocked it. All I had to, was flip a metal clip on the butt, and I could kill someone. 

No one gave us so much as a second glance, as the three of us passed through the front gates. Confidently, we walked up to the main entrance, where we were obviously stopped by one guard. He asked us to place our forefingers on the scanner, and rest out chins on a bar, to scan our eyes. Blake gave me a nudge, and I obeyed, doing what was necessary for the tests. It started beeping loudly, and the guard grabbed my wrists.

At the exact same moment, Will through a punch, and knocked the guard out. There was no one else around, so we quickly left, going through the gates. Blake took the lead, and Will stuck behind me. Somehow, they knew exactly where they were going. 

Everything was going absolutely fine, until we turned a corner. There was a circular room, with five guards, and one Angel. The Angel was chained to the wall, his wrists, ankles, neck, and waist all bonded together. His clothes were ripped, and blood fell freely from his nose. The worst part was; it was Drake. His blue eyes looked glassy, and he screamed profanities at no one, his voice coming out as a strangled cry.

A sleek, black rifle was aimed at him. A man who was clearly ageing, held it, peering through the finder. One single, red, dot landed on Drake's chest, as the man corrected his aim. Drake's cursing continued, it was like he was trying to kill them with his words. He wasn't trying to save himself at all, all he was doing was telling them how worthless, and impossibly stupid the guards were. 

I opened my mouth to call for him, to stop what the guards were doing, just to do something, but it was too late. The world froze, and a gunshot echoed throughout the halls. Seconds ticked in the corner of my mind, as a bullet spiralled towards Drake, and an inexplicable noise declared the piercing of Drake's heart. His legs gave in, and his head dropped. as he stared down at his chest. Blood had already soaked his shirt, some of it developing a pool on the floor. The soft pat of it made me want to throw up.

With one final gasp, he spat out, "You'll never win."

His chin rested on his chest, his eyes left wide open. Blake grabbed me, and pulled me out of their sight, before they gunned us too. A sound of shattering glass bounced through my ears, but no one else heard it, it was just the imagination of my heart breaking. Drake was just shot. He was just killed. In front of me. Where were the others? Were they okay?

"Tori, are you listening?" Will whispered, firmly holding my shoulders.

Dumbly, I nodded, clamping down on my bottom lip. My cheeks burned with anger, and my chest felt like it would explode. If I spoke, I knew I'd be sick, but not because of the blood. Because we no longer had Drake.

"We're sure the others are fine. It's only Drake, okay?" he reassuringly told me.

Only Drake?! Only Drake?! Drake was everything, and he'd just been killed. If it wasn't for him, I would have married Damien, and thrown my life away. But since I couldn't dare myself to tell him that, I just nodded again, my eyes stinging with unshed tears.

Blake hugged me, and I stood still, utterly emotionless. My cheeks stopped burning, my heart stopped constricting, and my eyes were only slightly moist. In the few seconds I had, I hardened my heart, and faced the facts. Drake was martyr.

And that meant war.

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