The Devil's Apprentice by Patrick Stewart (polar express read aloud TXT) 📕

Kevin had raped Jessica here, in front of them. If they hadn’t actively participated in her torture, they’d stood by and participated in her humiliation.

Alex’s grip tightened on the reassuring leather handle of the longsword. They deserved punishment. Question was, how much should he hurt them?

Chapter 20

Alex unbuckled the straps on the scabbard. Opening the door to the Lamborghini, he slid in quietly and placed the sword on his lap. It extended from the door to Karen’s lap.

“That was quick,” Karen said. “And I don’t see blood anywhere,” she observed. “Did you even do anything in there?”

A final lesson, Alex thought. He’d wanted to teach them a lesson. It had been a final lesson.

He’d killed them.

Kevin deserved to die. Instead of showing any remorse, the asshole bragged about his crime. The other guy, the one that struck him with the spanner, Alex didn’t feel bad about slicing his arm off. The guy attacked him from behind with intent to kill or seriously injure. The guy was lucky it was his arm that was sliced off and not his head. He was the only one that lived.

 It was the two he’d killed last that had him feeling… what was he feeling? Calm. Right now, he was feeling calm. He’d sliced the two men’s heads off. Literally. They were clean kills. He’d wielded the sword like a samurai. The blade cut through their necks like butter. The heads slid off. There was no blood.

Alex should have been feeling horrified. He wasn’t.

“Alex?” Karen placed a hand on his shoulder. “What did you do?”

“I killed them…”

Karen’s eyes widened. “Killed?”

Alex nodded. “I threw the sword at Kevin. It struck him on the chest and lifted him off the ground. It impaled him onto the wall.”

“Some throw,” Karen muttered. “Sure you’ve never used a sword before?”

Alex nodded. “Killed two other men… sliced the arm off a third.”

Karen leaned forward. “You did what now?”

Alex told her what had happened, how he sliced off the arm of the guy, then killed Kevin as he tried to call the police. After that, he killed the two other guys in cold blood.

“How do you feel?”

“Calm… I feel really calm,” Alex mumbled. “Is that normal? Is that what happens when you have your soul taken out? You lose feelings and shit?”

“Clearly not because you sound like you’re about to have a panic attack,” Karen said dryly.

She was right. That calm feeling, it must have been some sort of euphoric high, one that he was coming down from now. His hands were clammy and his chest beat hard. “Fuck…” he whispered. “I killed three people.”

“They deserved it,” Karen said, her voice nonchalant. “But, if they didn’t, they’re in heaven now. Don’t feel guilty.”

“It’s that simple to you?”

Karen shrugged. “When you’ve lived for as long as I have, it-”

“Don’t,” Alex warned her. He didn’t want to hear the end to that sentence.

Karen studied him before her lips spread in a smile. “Let’s get you home. We’ve got a busy week ahead.”

Chapter 21

Jessica was asleep when Alex made it home. He was glad for it. What she had been through, she needed support. But Alex was in no state of mind to give any support. He probably needed some himself. He’d just killed three men. Maybe four. He hadn’t actually gone back to see if the guy whose arm he’d sliced off was still alive. Losing an arm wasn’t fatal but it was entirely possible he’d died of shock.

Alex was exhausted. Unstrapping his scabbard, he took his clothes off and waded naked into the shower. He stood with his eyes closed under the hot water. He caught a glance of his body in the mirror as he dried himself. The transformation was complete, it seemed. He’d grown to over six and a half foot. His body was defined by muscles, not a millimetre of flab anywhere. And his cock.... it was a fucking monster…

Alex dropped the towel onto the bathroom floor and was about to enter his bedroom when he noticed Jessica. She stood by the door to her bedroom, her arms folded over her chest, she wore a pink chemise.

Their eyes met, and without a word spoken, he picked her up and carried her to bed, where he lay with her. Jessica’s hand trailed his body until it came to his cock. She gripped it by the head. Alex raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. If she found comfort in it, he wasn’t going to complain. He wrapped his powerful arms around her slender frame and soon they both fell into a deep slumber.

* * *

Alex woke to the sounds of banging. He opened his eyes, sat up and leaned against the headboard. His eyes flickered to the round clock opposite. It was almost five in the evening. No wonder he was alone in bed. He’d slept for close to twenty hours. What the fuck. How the fuck.

The banging continued.

Alex slipped out of bed, naked, he headed for the door. His sheathed longsword lay on the carpet by the bathroom door. Alex paused to stare at the sword. Memories of the night before returned. He’d killed at least three people last night. All in brutal fashion. One impaled against a wall and two decapitated.

And now there was someone banging at his door. With every thud, the door shook and the hinges rattled. Had they come for him? He wasn’t going to go without a fight. Alex grabbed the longsword by the grip and drew it. He tiptoed to the door and stared through the peephole.

Blue.

What?

Blue? It was a blurry mass of blue. Alex blinked. That seemed to do the trick. The mass of blurry blue took shape. It was a demon. One