The Marvelous Elijah's Return

Kill or let it free 

The words that Elijah said to Jerome never left Peach’s thoughts, even though the morning was now evening, and Elijah was sleeping. 

Adjusting her head on his warm chest, Peach looked at him, just staring, allowing her thoughts to run wild in her head, as she listened to his heart beating, feeling his chest rise and falling, listening to his breathing. 

‘What package were you talking about?’ Peach wondered as she bit her lower lip, thinking furiously. 

All of a sudden, she heard his phone go off, causing Elijah to shift slightly on the bed, hugging onto her waist tightly, and burying his face deeper into her neck “Elijah, your phone,” Peach whispered, feeling reluctant to wake him and yet, also wanting an answer. 

“Hmm…” He mumbled sleepily, his voice barely audible. 

“Your phone…,” Peach repeated, her tone a lot louder than a few minutes ago as she tried again to shake him awake. 

Finally, Elijah opened his eyes, blinking slowly for several seconds. After a few more seconds he seemed to register what Peach said, and he quickly let go of her and sat up, taking his phone off the bedside table. 

“J,” Elijah said, resting his feet on the cold tiles. 

“We have Mr. Meeks at the warehouse,” Jerome announced from the receiver. 

A faint smile made its way to Elijah’s lips as he glanced over at Peach and then let out, “I’mon my way.” 

“Okay,” Jerome’s voice flowed into his ears. 

walked over to the closet and took out a black shirt, and jeans, wearing them, and even though she desperately wanted to know where he was going, she

kiss on her lips, squeezing her skin gently. “I will be back soon. Don’t leave the

nodded, watching as he pulled away from live and grabbed

on, and then he gave her a soft smile before

to a stop at the warehouse, parked it, and looked back at

got out of the driver’s seat, and walked around the front of

of the car,

a chair with a blindfold on his eyes, Lawyer Meeks groaned in pain from the tightness of the rope around his wrists. Grabbing another chair, Elijah dragged it towards him, making him flinch as the sound got closer and closer to him. And when the sound stopped, Mr. Meek’s heartbeat grew loud inside his ears as he waited. Sitting on the chair, Elijah studied the sweat dripping on his forehead, from his temples to the corners of his eyes, and down his chin. “Let me look into his eyes,” Elijah commanded in a cold, detached manner. Immediately, Jerome walked over

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as he shook his

the will?” Elijah asked with a calm, expressionless voice. “I don’t have any will!” Mr Meeks shouted,

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confident. Resting back in the chair, Elijah watched Meeks’s eyes, allowing the silence to sink into him and awakening fear inside of him. “Tied his mouth to the point that sound can’t escape,” Elijah stated simply as he pulled out the knife. Struggling in his seat, Meek tried to fight off Jerome as he stuffed his mouth with a sock and taped his lips twice to secure them. When Meeks saw the knife in Elijah’s grip, his eyes widened and he violently shook his head, tears gathering at the corner

scrolled through his contact list. When he reached Mr. Bamford’s number, he dialed it, and then ended the call after the

ring. 

long before his phone started buzzing and he allowed it to ring for a while before excepting it and putting the