| From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series |
Zoila, a 16-year-old escapes her abusive foster home. She makes a plan to go to Mexico- buy a plane ticket to Peru, and find her Grandma waiting for her in South America to reunite with her again.
That is until s...
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This ringing is raging through my head, rattling it so badly. The first few times I heard it rang I could hear it. It irritated me, frustrated the hell out of me. But now it's ringing so loud that It feels like it's turning to this eerie silence. I don't know how to explain it but it hurts so much.
I stumble away from the pile of dust that was once the biker. I barely was able to fight her off. I still have the pocket knife decorated in the biker's blood and her keys to her car in my hands. I can't hear my blocker anymore. I can't hear myself breathing or the keys clinking. I can't hear anything.
When I grabbed the biker by her hair she punched me across my face. The impact sent a horrific, throbbing pain on my cheekbone. I shrieked and felt my left eye instantly water with tears, immediately letting go of her hair to cup my face.
"You fucking bitch! The hell you think you are?" She snarled.
She then wrapped both her hands onto my neck, digging her nails into my skin.
"Fuck being gentle!" She laughed, squeezing her hands, preventing any air to go in my lungs, "I'm gonna drink you up till you pass out! Then, I'll take you back to my place and devour you whol—!"
I drive the pocket knife right where her heart is.
She gasped, the glow in her culebra eyes dimming down and fading back to her human ones. Her hands releasing my neck, letting me breathe again.
My painful coughs of air shocked my entire body. I tried to quickly gather myself but the biker didn't give me the chance when I see her slowly try to take out the knife.
I roughly shoved her off of me, directing her body to fall right beside me.
"Don't y— you fucking dare." I coughed with an agonizing wheeze.
I crawled on top of the biker and grabbed the pocket knife again and plunged it deeper into her chest, stabbing it right through her heart.
I watched as her face morphed back to her human form, a horrible dreadful feeling drowned me when I saw tears glided down the sides of the biker's face. I fell with a thud to the ground when her body turned to dust and her car keys and knife made a metal clink as they made an impact.
No seconds later, that familiar excruciating ringing boomed into my head, reminding what I have done, goes against what I am.
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I open the driver's door, only being able to see and feel it open but can't hear it. I don't hear anything when I climb into the car and close the door. I can't hear anything when I put the key in and turn on the ignition. I can't fucking hear anything. Nothing at all.
