Ma Meuia (NETEYAM)

24

Trigger Warning, there is going to be a lot of gruesome death in this chapter.

He laughed from above me, "Boss, look."

He yanked my head back and I hissed, "the bitch is murderous."

Quatritch hummed amusedly, "better watch your back, Lyle."

Fucker was mocking me. Like he didn't believe that I could kill him. 

Lyle chuckled, "She can try but I'll kill her just like I killed the kid. Quick and effortless."

I would hunt this demon, and I would make him return to the hell that he came from.

Lyle moved his forefinger down my face.

"You sure are pretty."

I acted without thinking and bit his finger.

Clenching my teeth together so it pushed through the bone and flesh.

I spit it out, letting it hit him in the face.

He tasted nasty.

He let out a shout of pain, pulling his now stub to his chest.

He growled and yanked the gun that was on his hip out to point it at me.

Everything happened fast.

An explosion happened above us making the whole ship tilt.

Chaos sprouted around us.

People were panicking.

Fire was everywhere.

I was briefly aware of the shouts and gunshots surrounding me.

I didn't know if the disruption was Jake or Neytiri.

I didn't really care.

All I cared about was revenge.

All I could focus on was the anger.

The consuming rage.

The overwhelming need to have their hearts stop, to have their blood streak the floor. To see their life drain from their eyes and watch as they suffered a slow and painful death.

They would realize how stupid it was not to tie me to the pole.

"RiRi?"

I said nothing. I felt nothing other than fury.

She didn't need to see what I was about to do.

"Ri, Neteyam wouldn't want this for you." Kiri begged me.

"Neteyam is gone."

My voice conveyed how I felt. Hollow. Empty.

My best friend was gone.

I walked over to a part of the ship that had a sharp edge. Using it to cut the restraints.

"One of them escaped!"

"SHE'S HERE!"

Someone suddenly appeared in front of me and raised their gun as if to scare me back.

Everyone was too busy trying to control the chaos that they weren't worried about me.

A fatal mistake.

Before he could come any closer, I had dropped and kicked his feet out from under him.

Stomping on his arm, that was holding the gun. I pushed down, crushing it. I felt the bones snap in half under my feet.

Ignoring his shouts of pain, I lifted him up and threw him onto the sharp edge, on which I had used to cut my restraints.