THE ARK'S LAST NIGHTBLOOD | LEXA KOM TRIKRU

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MY SPEAR ENTERED his lean gut swiftly and strongly.

Breathless rasps left his lips in short intervals.

It only made me want to repeat the exhilarating action.

And so I did. I pulled out the tip of the spear and struck the boy again. And again. And again.

And as a particular feeling of happiness expanded throughout my bones, dark crimson blood dribbled from his mouth and down his chin.

I watched as agony filled his face, as tears fell in accordance with the blood down his chin.

"Why?" He wept.

His face was red from the crying, and even snot was dripping rapidly from his nose.

"Shouldn't you've realized by now?" I asked. I shoved the spear even further into his stomach, bringing him closer to me. A rough wheeze escaped his throat once more. "You stole my life," I whispered into his ear as I cupped the back of his neck. As his breaths of escaping life were leaving him forever, I leaned in and whispered, "It's only fair if I steal yours."

His breathing stopped suddenly and I watched the face that looked a little bit too much like me fall to the ground dead.

"One down, one to go," I spoke in a dead tone as I looked for the hiding woman.

Gliding through the trees was easy, it was the loud prey that was running from their predators that I didn't anticipate. Misshapen prints in the mud were currently the enemy.

"You can't hide forever!" I yelled into the foreverness of green.

I had little to no trouble weaving between the trees, yet when an odd-shaped tree root appeared out of nowhere, I noticed faint tracks in the mud.

The footprints of a woman. Of Charlie...

Without hesitation, I followed on high alert until they stopped near a wide clearing.

I smiled, "Gotcha."

I scoured the lengthy trees for the moderately girthy woman.

CRUNCH.

I turned my head hastily. And there she was... my malicious bitch of a mother. The one who left me to die in a box, the one who never witnessed the pure deprived potential of her own flesh and blood. But she is not my flesh and blood. She never was. She has always been nothing but a person. A person on a kill list. My kill list.

That's all she'll ever be.

She shook in her spot. Not because of the cold chilly wind but because of fear. She was afraid for her life; exactly as she should be. Since I was born, she should have realized that her life was nothing more than a ticking time bomb and that I was the one who held the detonator.

"Ready to die, I see. Anything you have to say for yourself?"

Like before she said nothing.

"That's okay," I spoke truthfully. "You'll be screaming in no time."

I lunged for the woman and—

"Bree!"

A sharp jolt zipped throughout my body as my eyes took the time to refocus.

I suddenly became aware of the knife in my left hand and the spear in my right.

I turned to Clarke who was right beside Bellamy. "Yeah?"

She looked like she was going to say something important but instead took a different approach. "Hey, are you alright? You look a little... aggravated?"