Oh, shut. I reached the end of my pre-written chapters, I'm screwed ;D. And also I forgot to return my books in the library for like a month? So I own them, by now, like 30$? Fudge :D.
Anyway, you all have a great day, I'm gonna try write something into the next chapter :D Enjoy ^.^
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(Evan POV)
I watched Craig going from one page to another, skillfully focused into his work. I adored him for it, meanwhile I was shaking like dog. It wasn't because I was afraid to do it for Delirious, but the fact that I should be negotiating with a hitman, who was surely pissed because we had somebody he wanted to buy, was scaring me. I couldn't imagine what would Delirious do if he found out somebody had Tyler.

"Relax, it's gonna be ok," Craig mumbled, his eyes till glued to the monitor.

"I'm relaxed," I replied.

"You're not. Evan, it's going to be fine. You're messed up the same way as Delirious is, same way Cry is going to be. You're in the same level, don't worry about it. You've killed two fucking people!"

He's right. I'm messed up already. I won't be scared by some low hitman as Cry is.

"It's time," Craig whispered, standing up.

"There is info about Mark, it's already printing. I wanted to get Jack first, but I don't think he's that important," my best friend informed me, dressing up.

"Be safe," I whispered, and he nodded.

"I already promised Tyler. I won't get into this mess, I'll try to stay hidden and stalk him undetected. Have fun with Cry."

With those words he left me alone with my thoughts, and I realized how much he changed. He wasn't afraid anymore, he wasn't hiding behind me. Within few seconds, the main door opened again and he tightly hugged me.

"Don't let him kill you. Delirious needs to know about your feelings. He needs you alive, I need you alive," he mumbled into my chest, and I smiled, tightening the embrace.

"I want to see Mark dying. Go already," I softly pushed him away.

I watched, as he ran out of the building again, sighing loudly. It was my time to shine. I walked to my room, thinking about the clothes I would put on, when I heard a doorbell.

Walking downstairs, I calmed myself down. I had a few more minutes to spare, before meeting with Cry. I opened the door, just to meet cold pair of eyes.

"They robbed me!" He pushed me aside, walking in.

What the fuck is he doing here?! I don't have time for this!

"What?" I faked my confusion.

"How did they managed to get in? How the fuck did they manage to get the number?!" He kept renting, looking at me.

"You helped them," he accused me, and I frowned.

"Excuse me?"

"There are only a few people, who knows the code!" He attacked me furiously.

"Code? What code?" I crossed my arms, even though I already knew what he was talking about.

"Eleven numbers," he squinted his eyes.

"You know them too! That doesn't make any sense. What does this have to do with you being robbed?"

"I wouldn't rob myself, you should start using your brain sometimes. So there's you then. Or have you told the psycho the numbers? Have you break underneath him?"

"He's not a psycho," I whisper-growled, feeling the anger building in.

"Have you?!" He repeated.

Who was the guy who hired Delirious anyway? Somebody who knew about those code, right? Did Delirious told the numbers to that person after I broke?

I was dragged into the reality, when he pushed me.

"Have you?" He yelled at me, and I started to loose control over my behavior.

"Don't you fucking touch me!"

"Answer this God damn question when I'm asking then!"

"Yes, yes I fucking told him. Are you happy now?"

There was a minute of silence, before he started to walk out of my house.

"You're death to me, Evan. You're not my son, you're disappointment. I disinherit you, you don't belong into our family anymore," he announced, and I watched his back.

"Really? Because I always thought I was never part of this family."

"You ungrateful fucker. All you have in your life is because of me. This house, all the parties you threw, the job opportunity, all the women you fucked. Even that you were born is because of me."

"You want me to regret this? He was torturing me! Do you even get the meaning of this word? You think I'm like a hero from the movies? Do you even know how much it hurt? When somebody stab you into your leg and then pour a salt into it? Have you ever felt the water boarding? The feeling you're fucking drowning? When you don't get food or any drinks for a few days, when you don't have anybody to talk to!" I yelled at him, my mind reliving all the feelings while talking about it.

"We lost everything, we're broken. Do you understand the meaning of it?" He replied calmly, smashing the door behind him.

"Fucking son of a bitch!" I yelled, punching the wall next to me.

I was so angry. I couldn't believed he still cared so much about the money, over everything that happened to his own son. All he cared about was the code, but never about how I was feeling. And yes, he may be right with the wealth part and even with the part of being born, but that was so low.

I swiped everything aside, when my eyes found the clock. I quickly ran upstairs, changing my clothes. My eyes fell on the most important thing in my life. Delirious' mask. I took it into my hands, smiling a little. It was giving me the courage, the hopes.

You're Delirious now. You don't have to be afraid of anything. You're strong, Evan.

I remembered my dream perfectly, when he put his mask on me the first time. I slowly put the mask on, closing me eyes. I imagine Delirious in front of me, how proud he would be. His smile, his beautiful blue eyes.

I'll do it for you, Delirious. I won't let you down.

I opened my eyes, giving my eyes a few seconds to adjust the mask, then grabbed a gun from my nightstand. I ran downstairs, getting into my car. It was slowly getting dark, which suited me better.

I arrived at my destination, not even feeling nervous. I felt like I had Delirious with me, like I was Delirious myself. I get out of the car, seeing the silhouette of the person, already standing near the bridge.

Here goes nothing. 

"Cry?" I started, getting closer to him.

The person turned my way and I could see was his mask. The white mask with nothing telling expression.

Do all killers have mask to protect their identity?

"You must be Vanoss."

His voice was calm, deep. I nodded my head, and he turned his head to the side.

"I recognize this mask. It's Delirious'," he mumbled, leaning against the fence.

"It was," I corrected him, keeping a healthy distance.

"Was? You killed him?"

"Delirious is dead," I said, not having any problems to say it aloud.

"I heard something like that. Interesting. You wanted to negotiate. I'm giving you two minutes, before my bullets find their way into your body," he threatened me coldly.

"You wouldn't dare, because we have the one you want. But that's not what I wanted to offer you. Help us get into one place, and after that Felix is all yours. You have my word on that, because I'm not interested into him."

I expected some answer, but he was silent, so I decided to continue.

"We're breaking into Mark's place, building where he kept Felix. I know you want his death, we will grant you the opportunity. We have the same enemy, Cry."

"Why would you want to go there?" He asked slowly.

"Because Mark got somebody I care about. And I want him to pay for it. We both can get the revenge we're seeking."

As I was waiting for his answer, I was getting anxious, uneasy. He was much more skillful, more experienced than I was. He was hitman, I wasn't.

Just say fucking deal!