All I see is a pathway of blood as I tear them limb from limb.
Then I’ll come for the rest of them.
None of them get the gift of a quick death.
I want their minds so broken, they can’t even speak.
The only begging they manage is through the emotions in their eyes.
And even then, I’ll only prolong it.
I don’t do mercy.
Not even if Indie pleads for me to stop.
This is my vengeance now.
“Are you going to get pissed if I tell you I’ve already killed someone for you?”
“No.”
I smile as the flashback hits me, her brows bunched as she fought between the fear and the pleasure. I wanted to wipe every harmful memory from her mind. She gets a trigger, I’ll pummel through it.
If I could have her living a life free of harm, I’d burn the world of any threats, no matter how small they were.
She’s going to be pissed when she finds out what I’ve agreed to; it’s risky as fuck.
Either way, I’ll make sure she knows how much I love her with the time I have left. But none of it happens until I see those blue eyes stare back at mine, knowing she’s okay.
The next step I take holds me in place, and the light above us groans, flickering until we’re cloaked in a deathly black.
There’s a bang, and the silence is shattered by an ear-splitting scream that takes my heart with it.
The echo lasts forever. It’s one of pure terror, vibrating my bones and curdling my blood so thickly my limbs feel like they’re made of stone.
I slam my gun around my back, swipe the knives against my arms, and run like fucking hell.
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Fucking.
Run.
Indie.
My hand slaps the cold surface of the tunnel, and I bend over to retch for what feels like the hundredth time.
My chest screams with the burn, to the point I feel like my lungs might explode. My calves are so tight they’re cramping, and stopping when the lights went out was the worst fucking mistake I ever made, because now my limbs are desperately trying to force me to the ground.
Lying down seems so appealing right now, to just let my mind disconnect and shatter until I’m no longer aware of what’s happening. Detach to the dark and give it a whole new meaning. To just feel numb.
“Time’s up, Indie.”
I manage to hold the scream this time, even though my teeth rattle together with fear. The voice jolts me forward in astaggered frenzy, causing my weakened ankle to roll, and my face collides with the gravel once again.
