𝘽𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙡 - Five x OC

Chapter 22 - Rampage

We had returned back to Elliot's house, Diego was out cold as Lila was treating his wound with a cotton wool and some alcohol.

Diego screams as a burning sensation hit his skin, "Shh! Don't move. This thing is very finicky!" Lila screamed back.

He exhaled weakly, looking up at the ceiling with a blur, "What happened?"

"Me and Beatrix saved your stupid life." Lila spits, putting down the pad.

Five blinked into the room, watching as Lila treats Diego and me watching Nicole draw, "Oh. He isn't dead."

Lila scoffs, "Disappointed?"

"Oh, to see you? Always." He picks up one of the white cotton pads, treating his neck that was sliced by pogo.

Lila leers at Five with narrowed evil eyes, "Did you cut yourself shaving? I could teach you to shave like a big boy."

Five sighs raspy, "No, just ran into an old family friend."

Five looks over to see Elliot snoring asleep, still tied up, "Not surprised."

He then slowly turnt over to me and Nicole, looking down at Nicole's drawings. Her tongue was out, focused and mesmerized by her pictures.

He huffs, taking his hands out of his pockets, "I'm off. I'll be home soon." Five then walks away into oblivion, trying not to be caught out by Lila.

I'm gonna skin that old man alive.

My brows furrow, still glaring at her drawings, pointing at the characters she had drawn, "Who's that love?"

She softly spoke, smiling like a little baby, "That's Vanya and you."

My eyes wonder the paper, seeing a red marker, looking like blood smeared against the paper, she points towards me, who was on the floor with red pen over me, Vanya was stood above me, with a blue like aura surrounding her, like Five.

I groan, running my hands through my hair in frustration. I needed to release my anger, without pouring out my pain in tears. Standing up and walking over to Elliot tied up.

He had a muffled scream, "If I take off your muffler, you promise not to scream. I won't hurt you Elliot."

He hesitated, nodding his hand in obedience.

I bit my lip, removing the cloth from his mouth, he pants catching his breath, "Beatrix. Please untie me, I promised my daughter that I would find her after her mothers dead. Please. You'd do the same thing for your daughter."

I clench my eyes, "Who's your daughter?"

He chuckles softly, "Funny enough her name is Beatrix." He struggles to move with the ties wrapped around him like a hotel duvet.

My brow raised, folding my arms as I stood upright, "What's her second name?"

"Murphy." He spoke gently.

I blink. I stood there waiting for his answer to change. This CANNOT be happening right now.
I make an o shape with my lips, parting them slightly, I held my hands up in defense.

"You're kidding right?" Splurging, I rub my temples on my head.

He shakes his head, raising his brow in confusion.

I walk out of the room, absolutely losing my mind. My breath quickened, all I could hear was the echoes from Elliot yelling my name, to let him free.

Lila was looking at me, with absolute terror. Tears fall down my face in anger, "Mama?"

My teeth grit, I quickly grab my jacket and bag and rush out of the door, tripping my way down the stairs into the street. I scream so loud that it almost bursts my eardrums, I fell to my knees in agony.

I needed to let this anger out. And I only knew one way to do that.

Hurriedly, I stood up in a pit of buoyancy, my heart was burning with blood rage. I ran towards a hallway nearby, seeing a homeless man begging for change.

I held him up by his collar and forcing him into the wall, probably breaking his neck as I hear a loud crack. He groans loudly, fighting back by punching me in the face, drawing blood.

I drop him as he kicks me in the stomach. My head turns towards him, I feel a breakthrough occurring.

I reach for my back, holding both of my blades in my hand, stabbing him in the stomach, "Fuck you." I whisper.

He groans, hearing his flesh slowly rip from his stomach. I then remove the knives sawing at his throat until his blood turned jet black.

Removing the blades, I stab them into his head, then his eyes then finally through his throat, until he was just an atom and not a real human.

There was blood everywhere. On my face, in my hair and especially on my clothes. The anger is still tipping over me, I needed more then just one hit.

I chuckle softly, I miss this fucking feeling.

I retreat from his lifeless body and soul blood casted across the wall.

Licking the blood off of the knife, I walk into the street, everyone gasps, screaming as they watch me strut over towards them.

A woman came up to me, "Are you ok?!"

I nod my head, flipping the knife around my hand, she slowly walks away, "Please. Don't. I have kids!"

I tilt my head, grabbing her by her wrist and breaking her leg with mine, she yelps in agony, my knife reaches her chest, she gurgles on her blood, spitting it all over me.

"Well. That was rude." I spit, using my other knife to penetrate her throat. The woman fell to the ground with a thud.

I smile callously, licking her sweet blood from the knife, running over to a group of people who were running away, throwing my knives at them, they fall in pain.

"Why are you doing this?!" One of the men query, crawling away from me, crying his eyes out.

My head tilts and my smirk grows, looking at his blood bubbling from the knife sliced into his leg, "I needed a break."

I push the knife deeper, pulling his leg back until his eyes meet mine, my mouth was parted an o and he eyes were begging for mercy.

My other knife pursed into his forehead, breaking through his skull, with just the smallest amount.

Time corsed by and I had left many bodies that I couldn't even count. The taste of blood still stained the tip of my tongue until I could feel it into my own blood.