Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 76: Strange

Chapter 76: Strange

We were brought into a room that could only be described as a throne room. Seriously, just how important did Dante think he was to have an actual red and gold throne in the middle of an empty room?

The floors under our feet were a white marble that seemed to slant slightly toward the middle of the room. I was sure that the fact that there was a drain in the floor should have worried me, but all I could think of was just how easy that would make clean up.

I mean, if it were my throne room, I would have black marble floors with black walls and black columns on either side, creating a path to the throne.

But the focal point of the room would be like this one... a massive throne. Maybe made from black velvet with pristine white skulls and the bones of the people who pissed me off.

But not this gaudy thing that looked like he had watched too many crappy movies.

Lost in the make-believe world I managed to create, it took me a few seconds to realize that Tank had stopped walking.

Placing me gently on my feet, he pulled me back so that I was resting against his chest as his arms circled around me.

Mathis stood at Tank’s side, his head held high as the rest of the men took up positions on either side of the throne, staring down at us like we were on trial or something.

It would actually be quite amusing if I couldn’t feel Tank’s stress and concern.

"Do you know what you did wrong?" demanded Dante, strolling in behind us as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

Still using Tank’s eyes, I stared at the man I had once found attractive. Meh, I guess if I wanted to keep him, I could always cut out his tongue. It might make him even hotter if I didn’t have to listen to his voice all the time.

"Nothing," shrugged Tank. It was like he had to pay for every word that crossed his lips, so he was keeping them to the bare minimum.

Chuckling at my thoughts, I wasn’t surprised when everyone’s attention was redirected to me. Apparently, this was not a laughing matter.

"I will tear your mouth off your face if you don’t close it," sneered Lucien. The look he was giving me should have made me terrified, but it only made me want to laugh harder. Père had tried that once, stapling my mouth shut when I had said something to piss him off.

I still had the small dots on my upper and lower lips from the impromptu surgery.

And I can tell you... it didn’t stop me from speaking, or grunting, or laughing.

There was really no way to stop that unless you ripped out my throat, so the big scary man was more than welcome to try. Egging him on just slightly, I opened my mouth wide and stuck out my tongue, wiggling it around just a bit.

Growling low, he stepped forward to make good on his threat. Unfortunately for me, Dante raised his hand, stopping Lucien in place.

"What a good puppy dog," I murmured, impressed at how well Dante had trained the man. Maybe I should learn that trick. It might come in handy when the Sins took flesh. "So obedient to your master."

This time, Lucien moved too fast for Dante to hold him back. Within seconds, he was standing in front of me, his arm swinging down to slap me across the face for my comment.

It really was too bad that he had forgotten about Tank. My man grabbed Lucien’s arm out of the air and jerked it backward, snapping the bones and tendons in his wrist.

"You might want to get that looked at," I shrugged, nodding my head to the appendage that was now hanging limply from Lucien’s arm. The only thing that made it better was that it was his right hand. "You’re going to have a hard time fighting zombies with only one hand."

Lucien snarled a wild sound as he looked down at me, his gaze crazed as he started to foam at the mouth.

Mathis slid between me and the other man, forcing Lucien to focus on something else besides myself. Too bad... it was just beginning to be fun.

"Lucien," snapped Dante. As if being pulled by a leash, Lucien quickly returned to Dante’s side, not bothering to support his broken hand in any way.

"Good boy," I whispered under my breath. I dipped my head down, but not before everyone could see the smile on my face.

Should I be terrified? Maybe? I wasn’t too sure what a normal reaction should be. I know that I wasn’t scared. Even if Tank wasn’t behind me, I doubted that there was anything the rest of the men could do to me that hadn’t been done before.

And that was freeing in a way.

People tended to be scared of the unknown... but when it came to violence... I had been raised on that shit.

"Victor," announced Dante, trying to get this circus back into some semblance of order. "I sentence you to death for pointing a gun at me. Any last words?"

Tank shrugged, but I was more fascinated that, for the first time in my life, I saw red.

"Next time, I’ll be sure to pull the trigger," grunted Tank as I felt my world spinning inward until there was nothing left of me.

"You want to kill Tank?" I asked, my voice strange even to my own ears. There was no emotion in my words, and it sounded like I was trapped in a bubble, everything echoing around me.

Cocking my head to the side, I stared forward to where I knew Dante sat, thinking he was the King of the Underworld.

Tank took his eyes off the one trying to kill him and focused completely on me.

It was strange.

I felt completely different, like something else was controlling my body, and the normal darkness that accompanied my lack of sight was gone. In its place were grey shapes, each one corresponding to something in the room.

I wasn’t blind... but I wasn’t seeing either.

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