Page 8 of Eyes Like Angel (Eyes Like Angel #1)

Adrian

Tonight was simple. Get in and get out.

For what, you might wonder? For stealing valuable resources that isn’t mine to begin with.

But stealing one’s property, one I could never have an advantage before has been redeemed.

On a darkened road, the dimmed lights came to a close, driving block to block, and watched out for the pedestrians walking outside.

It can be tricky on the road, especially those who wore darker material.

Pressing the gas pedal, the sports car sped up ahead to the narrow road, and like everything else in this darkened town, it lacks a source of lamp posts.

Setting the headlights to high beam was a terrorizing moment of trial and error.

I didn’t want to any witnesses on me moonlighting as a burglar.

Thankfully, the security cameras were non-existent since Fort Heaven hated advanced technology.

To my relief, there wasn’t a strict gate attendant who requires for me to slip the passing ticket or a gate itself.

Not a single option where there’s no code box, I got lucky.

Or should I say blessed since today is Sunday.

Being a son of an affluent CEO comes with good packages, and this was one of them, and infiltrating openly to the neighborhood puts me into ease. Not long after I met up with someone at a darkened passage, on the far corner of the non-gated houses.

Parked on a dark side corner, I shifted automatically to parking mode and got off the sports car. I wasn’t alone. Ten feet apart, there’s a taller silhouette standing there, watching me.

Only a person I recognized.

Saul, as always, in his usual baggy jeans and baggy hoodie, smoking out from his strong weed, his duffle bag lay beside his worn out black sneakers.

“What the fuck took you so long?” he exasperated, hands in his pocket, blowing out thick, gray smoke.

“Church business,” I told him truthfully, stuffing my hands in the pockets.

Saul’s thick, untrimmed brow flicked in curiosity. “I hardly believe someone as sadistic as you would go to a holy place.”

I leaned my body on his car for support. “Have you been into church?”

“Please, I never baptized in my life.” His expression was sinisterly calm, his eyes dulled. “You know what we’re here for, right?”

Nodded, I knew exactly what he implied.

“We’re paying a visit,” he said.

Code word for visit was stealing valuable shit. Stealing valuable materials is something I looked forward to whenever nightfall arises and the rural town is asleep.

“Before we go in, I need you to pay me upfront. You’re late,” he said to me, hand beckoned for a hard, cold cash.

I gave him a $100 bill.

“Got your mask ready?”

I set my Fawkes Guy mask on.

Saul slicked his greasy dirty-blond hair back. “You know what we’re here for. We get in and we get out. No fucking around, Rivers,” he said, having his pocket knife at the ready, his clown mask was on. “Let’s go.”

With his lock pick, we busted in, collecting valuable items we shared and stuffed them in the bags he compiled. For me, I stuffed them in my jacket and pockets—any jewel or materials I could find, I stuffed them. If it’s something big, Saul would carry it; chunks of money I’ll get income, anyway.

We raced down onto the staircases first. Luckily, when we entered, there’s no alarm system. I don’t think in a rural town like wouldn’t understand what’s like to have an alarm in case of robbery.

As soon as we headed upstairs, Saul and I checked the doors, to see if people were sleeping. The parents were asleep at the end of the hall.

When I stepped in onto the last door in the center, Madison—sorry, Samantha—and her boyfriend were on the bed, naked.

I huffed.

Of course, why am I not fucking surprised?

Sneaking in close, I tried to find a valuable to steal from her, hoping it’d valuable substance.

Each drawer I check and her vanity or even her bag, there was no gain to steal.

Tip-toed from corner to corner, I checked the pockets in one of her jackets.

Again, there was nothing. It’s just useless shit she collected—mostly dolls, makeup and cheap perfumes.

Accidentally, I kicked her boyfriend’s shoes and thudded.

Samantha’s eyes woke up, lurched her naked body upwards. I crouched down on the side of the bed, hiding, breathing under my mask.

“Hello?” she said.

Hello? Is that what she’s going to say, hello? Damn, she’s so dumb, and she’s not even a character in a horror film, but she fits the stereotype.

“Hello,” she repeated, groaning from her deep sleep, yawning. “Who goes there?”

Another stereotypical line from her. Why did I get together with her again? Oh, that’s right; I was being cornered by her. Duh! Stupid as fuck!

Then she woke up her boyfriend—even worse!

“Devon,” she hissed, shaking him. “Devon, wake up!”

“What?” he groaned, rubbing his sleepy eyes, shifting in her bedside.

“Someone’s here,” she said, frail voice seeping. “We have to find out and report to the police. Have them arrested.”

When she got off the bed, she grabbed her flashlight, until I came up behind her and had my hand wrapped on her mouth, screaming and biting me.

The boyfriend came up behind me and did a headlock. But I was quick; I grabbed him by the neck and had him get stabbed by my knife.

Panicking, I nearly shouted as she tried to run from me, but no use. I smacked her head and pulled her ginger hair and ended up slicing her. Samantha ran out to the door, hoping her parents would be nearby. They were nearby, except they had their sleeping headsets on.

She rushed at the hallway, tripped in the dark and before she could reach her parents’ door, and I was smiling. Trudging closer.

Oh, to be or not to be, that is the question.

And I jabbed her neck with a bloody knife.

When I reached onto the parents’ room, still fallen asleep, I decided to stab them by the neck without no hesitation.

The blood spilled over their pillows and pillowcases as I stole some of their expensive rosaries and the woman’s jewelries, and rushed back to meet Saul, but only to see Saul’s eyes widened in horror.

“What the fuck have you done?” his voice rose in alert.

“I did what I have to,” I told him.

Saul’s breathing labored. “Give that stuff on your hand to me, and clean this mess up.”

Prison was the last thing we need. And so, I cleaned the mess up, having the corpses on the floor, and find cleaning supplies that leaves no traces of evidence left behind.

First at Samantha’s bedroom floor, after I shut the curtains closed, and cleaned the mess up, trying to guess where they keep their cleaning supplies up.

But it took long to find them; I cleaned the traces, but with their blood and the corpses, made more mess.

I called Saul back again to assist me carrying the dead bodies.

“Are you fucking serious? If anybody sees us covered in blood, we’re the first prime suspect!”

“It doesn’t matter, I’ll try to find a way,” I convinced him, sweat dropped on my brow.

“This better be damn good, Rivers.” Saul carried the corpses and dumped them on his trunk.

Thankfully, Samantha’s parents were lighter.

Otherwise it’d be more trouble for him. As for me, I found hydrogen peroxide and baking soda and wet cloth to clean the mess.

I cleaned the mess up. It took long but nevertheless I made sure everything’s intact.

At Saul’s end, he was already covered in blood, and I got him spare clothes I stole from someone’s closet, hoping he’d change.

He shook his head. “Don’t be a dumbass. Leave it there. We don’t want to cause more trouble than we already are.”

And he fled into his tinted vehicle.

Before heading to my vehicle, I stole some food from somebody’s fridge and head back into my car and drove away safely, hoping nobody spied or follow us.

***

We quickly dumped their bodies into several body bags—hence why Saul packed in case some mind had come up. Samantha’s family, her and her boyfriend, and we’re all dead, and it was better this way than making a huge mess and having the police involved.

Stupid Samantha, she shouldn’t have screamed. If she wouldn’t have screamed and caused a ruckus, I would’ve gotten the money back from her, from spending her with useless shit she got from me.

“Change of plans, Rivers,” Saul said with urgency, after rolling his window down. “Try to go somewhere it has the most valuable items and give it to me when we meet up later”

“We’re not heading in together?”

“No, the bodies we killed, they have to be place somewhere else. I can’t leave them there, and I’m bloodied up,” Saul heaved.

“Fine,” I said, having a spare bag slung over my shoulder.

“Hurry the fuck up,” Saul ordered me, before heading to his own path.

Dashing to my car, I started the engine and dashed on the empty streets until I spotted a building that might give me a full advantage to have a large source of income.

The church, and it’s not just any church, it’s actually the Divine Miracles Church, one where the ceremony had bored me to tears, one where I joined with my family with the late Samantha had me pulling the red thong out of her legs, one where I met a mystified woman with emerald eyes and a crucifix pendant on her chest and a golden embroidered “W” across her chest.

Rumor has it Father Divine has the most prized possessions. I didn’t know what, but I’m willing to find out and more.