Sylvie Maradona: The Story Of A Monster

Chapter 21: Revenge

{ Broken trust forces us, first,
to acknowledge
a painful reality we may have
chosen to ignore, then, to make
some difficult decisions.}

Another difficult day. Another sunny morning. Another funeral. Another lost. Dereck was placed in his grave. He died so suddenly. He didn't got the chance to understand he was dying. And no one really knew if that was better for him.
There were a lot of people who came to his funeral. They had to say the last goodbye. Dereck was loved by everyone. He never wanted to hurt anyone. The only thing he was able to give was unconditional love and support.
After everyone let a few flowers upon the cold stone that was, now, covering him, Rachel stand there alone. Looking on the grave, like she was expecting something to happen.
She couldn't hold it back and a few tears escaped her eyes that then turned into a silent yet loud scream. She didn't manage to save her most beloved ones.
"Don't cry." She heard William's voice behind her. "There is no time for tears. People like her have no mercy. I had warned you. You never listened to me after all. Who's fault is all this, Rachel?"
"Mine..."
His words were terribly loud bells in her ears. William's biggest talent was, obviously, to play with people minds. She had to accept it. She wasn't able to save him. "I shouldn't have trust her." She wasn't careful enough.
"That's right." It was right.
"What am I suppose to do?" She desperately asked him.
"Will you follow my words this time?"
"Yes, yes I will. Help me, William. Tell me what I have to do!"
William had succeeded what he wanted and he was one step closer to his final goal. The guilt Rachel was feeling was a huge tool in his hands. His sister was just a puppet and he was moving the strings.
"Take revenge. Pay with the same action. Kill her lover."
One step closer.
"William..." She looked at him deep into his eyes. "I can't kill a human." She said and her voice broke in the middle of the sentence. He was asking her to coat her hands in blood. She couldn't be a murderer. How would she sleep at night? "Even a thought like this goes against everything I learnt all these years." Only the thought that someone wouldn't be able to see the daylight because of her, was making her wanting to throw up.
That was her biggest difference with Sylvie.
Her panicking self stopped thinking when William grabbed her by her shoulders and started shaking her aggressively, screaming in her face.
"Do you want to fix what you did? It's you fault that your husband is dead, my dear sister." William's shaking caused her to fall on her knees crying once again. William remained silent for a few minutes and tried to put his thoughts on the line.
"Get up from the ground." He finally said calmly. "I will train you. I know how to fight Sylvie. If you don't kill them, the next on the list might be Amelia." He did sound like he cared a lot and Rachel believed him.

How foolish of her.

After a lot of thinking she let William decide what would be the best for her to do. And he decided to make his words action. Rachel had to be trained and find any way possible to kill Sylvie.

Without even wasting a day, they started from working out her body and follow a balance diet so she would at least survive the first five minutes. Lucky for her, Sylvie wasn't as untouchable as she used to be.

"She knows over 40 mortial acts." William started.
"No way! That's impossible." Rachel reacted to his words in shock.
"There are 170. You don't have to learn them but you have to avoid them. You have to be careful. She is able to kill you with only one specific hit."
Unfortunately, she was into an extremely bad position. As much as she wanted to do it she was scared. She knew she would never be on Sylvie's fight level.
"You are pretty much telling me that I stand zero chances against her?" Yes, obviously. They both knew she was standing zero chances against her, but William would never tell her that.
"That's what it looks like in first impression." He said "But, lucky for us, there are a few key places on her body. She always kicks high, close to head or neck. Her best movements are straight kicks in the middle of the chest or stomach. Bonus, there is a specific tactic that she uses for her lunches. Left, right, left, right, right and under the chin."
They repeated the same actions multiple time until Rachel had memorise the tactics and her body was reacting before her mind. It did take a lot of time but she was, at least, avoiding a few punches.