The thirst to kill filled me; my heart was pounding and the adrenaline was rushing through me faster and faster. "Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill." I kept repeating those words to encourage myself to move my legs.
"KILL!" My legs finally obeyed, allowing me to sprint towards him, but before I even had a chance to take aim—Grab—his hand seized my right wrist tightly and with little effort he lifted me into the air.
His grip was too strong; I could feel my bones might shatter in an instant if he tightened his hold any further. "Oh, you're the most fired up of them all, hm, I like that—you'd make a fine subordinate of mine," he said, studying my face.
He doesn't recognise me? Doesn't recognise the child whose life he shattered with his own hands? How foolish of me to place my hopes in such a scoundrel.
"Take your filthy hands off her!" Shouted a girl from behind; a card flew towards his chest but to no avail—it passed right through him, which startled us whilst the man remained calm.
"Haven't you realised yet? I possess an astral body; nothing physical can touch me, but the other way round is not true," hearing that, fear filled our bodies even more—how could we defeat someone who had no physical body to be harmed? "I'll make you an offer: become my follower, and I'll spare your life."
The offer took me slightly by surprise, but my answer was clear: I'd rather go to hell than become his follower—my fists clenched tightly and my eyes locked onto his, without warning—I spat in his face, though it passed right through him. "Go to hell."
Seeing that my action didn't change his expression in the slightest, "Very well, see you in hell," he grabbed the collar of my shirt and with little effort he yanked my arm—the bone snapped and I could only scream as my arm was torn from my body. Blood gushed out and I couldn't bear the pain; faintly, from behind, I heard Alice shouting my name as my body was thrown away along with my right arm.
I kept screaming because the pain wouldn't subside; I glanced over and saw Alice's body being trampled by Rudolf. "STOP!" Alice's body was no longer resisting, and my desire to kill him turned to fear; I didn't want to go near him again or even look at him.
Rudolf turned and looked at me. "You still alive?" he asked, and my tears flowed even more freely, just like the blood in my body—I wanted to scream for him to stay away, but I'd forgotten how to speak; an inarticulate sound came from my mouth instead.
I looked at my friends, covered in blood and completely motionless—just like that day. I stared at Rudolf not as a human being but as a wolf closing in on its prey; I took off my red jacket and hurled it at Rudolf, even though I knew it would make no difference.
I forced my legs to move; I ran away from that place with blood still spilling everywhere—I could no longer tell the difference between blood and my own tears. I glanced back and found a wolf chasing me—I used all my strength to escape, and in the end, I found myself walking on London Bridge.
My vision was blurred by tears streaming down my face, causing my foot to accidentally stumble over a stone and send me tumbling forward; my body slammed into the road, and when I opened my eyes—I saw a wolf approaching.
This situation was all too familiar to me; a man forcing me to obey him and allowing his hands to touch and use my body—just like in the past. I tried throwing pebbles and sand at him, and just like in the past—he wouldn't stop.
I'd survived back then because Everafter appeared to save me, but that shotgun was useless against a creature that couldn't even be touched—if I recall properly, Rudolf looked almost exactly like the man who had tried to assault me in the forest three years ago.
My body was too weak to fight back, and for the first time in my life—I gave up; I had no chance of defeating him.
My eyes felt heavy, and I closed them willingly, all the stories of my life flashed through my mind—I could remember both the happy and the sad moments very clearly, the shouts of the people who came to collect my parents' debts.
The sound of my mother crying alone in the corner of the living room, with shards of glass from a broken alcohol bottle scattered all around her. I recall the first time blood touched me; it was my own father's blood, after he'd been stabbed with a kitchen knife right in the neck.
After that, my memory grows hazy—perhaps because I couldn't see clearly at the time, or because tears were streaming down my cheeks so heavily that day. I only remember the deafening sound of police sirens echoing, followed by my mother's wails as she was led away by the officers.
I sat amongst the police officers; even though it was very crowded and noisy—I still felt as though I were alone in the darkness, with no light to guide me.
Days turned into weeks, weeks into months and months into years—I continued to live in darkness, even though there was some temporary warmth whilst I lived with my grandmother; yet my life still had a huge void—there was one thing I lacked: a purpose in life.
It took me several years to find my purpose in life—though I had to find it in a way I'd never wanted. My grandmother's death was a real blow to me, because after she passed away, I lost everything that meant anything to me.
Yet, just as I had grown accustomed to being accompanied by darkness, a light appeared out of nowhere and pulled me out of the solitude that had been my constant companion—that light was none other than a companion I'd never asked for; he arrived in my life without warning and truly transformed the way I lived.
I wish I could at least say a final goodbye to her but that was merely a hope that could never be granted again—to die before I could take my revenge…
…How agonising.