Bored at 9:35 pm and possibly could have just heard a murder a couple streets down. (Gunshots and stuff. I got hungry but was too scared to leave my room. What makes it even more scary is that I'm home alone!) But someone getting murdered inspired this. Not really sad and I hope it's not too confusing, but I do hope you find the heroin bad ass.
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“I’m trying my best to be polite but if you move that knife one centimetre closer to me, I swear I will tear you apart.” The blind-folded 20-something girl said seriously with no hint of fear. The two men glanced at each other and smiled at each other. The older man hesitated, but decided that since she was tied to a chair, she couldn’t do any harm, and picked up the 8-inch knife from the table.
“Listen, princess-” He started.
“No, you listen, princess.” She interrupted. He didn’t hesitate towards her, and she didn’t hesitate either. “I really don't think i was taken here to hurt any of you, but if that blade touches me I will make sure you do not walk out of this old building without a skull in-tact.” The man smirked and ran the curved, sharp blade across her arm and sharp pain fills her arm. Instead of wincing “Very well.”
The ropes on her hands blast off and hit the guard's neck behind her, decapitating him. Her hand find the man’s wrist and she snaps it, breaking it and catching the knife that fell out of his hand. Without looking, she stabs him in the top of his head and continues weaponless towards the younger, bigger man. A guard comes up from her left and she snaps his neck before he comes into arms length.
The room is empty except for the multiple dead bodies, the man, and the women. He is blasted against the huge, brick wall that’s behind him. Slowly, she walks towards him. He tries to move, but every once of his strength could not separate him from the wall. “You, my dear Arndir. Why did you have to follow Salvotor? You know that man hates sorceresses. It could have been us, brother. You and me against that evil dictator.”
Arndir sneered at her. “Father always loved me more. And he is not a ‘dictator’, he is our savior. He will save us from your kind, Gwelien. And he started with that damn whore of a sorceress we had to call mom!” Hearing about mom’s death just made Gwelien snap. She summoned all of her power to her hand and with a huge explosion of anger, blew the entire building to pieces.
As flaming peices of the old building rained on the broken debris, Gwelien stood in the midst of the wreckage unharmed except for the large gash in her arm that was bleeding heavily. She took of the blindfold and used it as a makeshift bandage, and walked away.
A/N It's short but took me a while. Meh. I came up with that ending by listening to Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes. I like it. I'm thinking of writing a sequel or a prequel but idk.
Should I?
