Another corpse in the corner. Evangeline walked past it, eyes firm on the locked door ahead. By now she had grown used to the dead bodies. That part of the city had a notorious reputation at nights. Thugs and addicts lunged at each other only to find their opponent weak and poor like themselves.
Every step brought her closer to that door. Metal chains held its hinges, while some odd letters marked thr door. This wasn’t the first time Evangeline had been inside, yet fear seized her every time that door appeared before her. Dark thoughts crossed her mind and made her hesitate. “I’m not afraid. He’s there unarmed after all. I have to do it.” A curl of dark hair blocked her eyes and she brushed it aside and unlocked the door.
A stench of a thousand dead fish wafted through the room. Old curtains with ants stuck on them, crumbs and broken plates on the floor and a intoxicating smell of vodka and earth dominated the hellish room.
Mark hadn’t heard the door open and was still abed, immune to his sister’s furtive entrance. She skid past his bed to a chest of drawers laid aside in the far corner of the room. Somehow the earlier stench wasn’t so present here. Evangeline glanced sideways at the body of Mark. Her dark brown eyes narrowed and her teeth clenched so much she thought they would break. If only she could choke his bloody neck. Make hin suffer as he made her. Mark had murdered Chris, the only person who understood and loved her. A haven from her once caged life. She quickly set that thought aside and focused on the task at hand.
When she clung open the first drawer a mouse shrieked and hopped to the ground. She stilfed a yelp and went on. There were no guns as she had predicted. Torn clothes, drugs, packs of cigarettes but no sign of the knife. “He must have hid it well.” When Evangeline’s lover was murdered she knew right away his killer. She felt no vestige of love for him nor compassion for his mental illness. Just because some people some people can get mad very easily that doesn’t justify their actions.
Despite her rummaging that knife was nowhere to be found. Evangeline kicked his bed in despair, yet Mark wasn’t startled. He slept like a log, his right hand clenched to the pillow as if it were a teddy bear he was afraid to loose. When she eyed his figure old memories resurfaced. Back when all children would mock him for being a shrimp. Mark’s body grew with a slow but steady pace. Evangeline used to ran after those kids, whilst he sat cross-armed, weeping under the ceiling of an oak. She then went near him and patted his shoulder. Mark tried not to cry at her presence, yet Evangeline always knew the pain his heart carried. They used to be beasties. Now they loathe each other. Why so much hate?
Time had passed and she dashed outside. She spit at Mark’s direction before that, wishing it could affect him somehow. The knife had probably been hid elsewhere. For all she knew Mark was no fool, especially when it came to knives and drugs. How he could live in that slum was beyond her. Even if Evangeline was no angel she could never get close to that shabbiness, both soul and life.
The fresh air was a nice change for her nostrils. She took a deep breath, relishing the oxygen and trying to relax. She would do anything to find that knife and incarcerate her brother. Killing him seemed too simple and without any amount of the pain he inflicted on her. Mark imprisoned would be a sight for sore eyes though. Just the sight of him manacled and weak solaced her fast-pounding heart. Like all things Evangeline had put her mind to, that thought would come true no matter the obstacles.
End of Part 1
Part 2 here soon!!!