Redemption

Chapter 18

Groaning, Azalea blinked, her head throbbing, her whole body stiff. The rope was tied around her body, and a rock sat her up. Her hands itched from the bounds as they dug into her skin. She tried to move, to guide her tightly bound hands to the nearest knife, when she realized they were all gone. She felt bare. Adjusting her eyes to the dark, she scanned her surroundings as well as she could, her neck sore. Headstones filled the grassy field, zeroing her eyes on a freshly shovelled-out grave. She cursed, as she realized she was in a graveyard.

Samael will be the strongest here. I am so screwed. She thought.

An undead glided over to Azalea, making no sound as it bent down to check the tightness of the ropes.

"I really did not want to do this, Azzy." A sameals figure blocks her view.

"You would go as far as to tie your childhood friend to a gravestone, to go through with your revenge." she bit out.

"And you were going to kill me, let us not play this game Azalea." his voice hardened.

Her eyes drifting to the undead behind him she spoke, "How many of those things are there?"

Head tilted as if listening, "I lost track of so many different pathways up here, it does not help that some are so weak their souls can't hold on for a long time." he replied.

"Maybe it's just your flawed technique, you are self-taught after all." she retorted.

Nostrils flaring, "I'll deal with you later." Motioning to the undead, two stood guard over Azalea, staring down at her.

"Do you mind turning, your face is creepy as fuck, your going to give me nightmares." Closing her eyes, trying to get the face filled with black veins and soulless eyes out of her head.

Staring ahead she observed Samael. He stood over an undead, watching as it dug, going deeper until it hit a coffin. Studying them as Sameal swung open the coffin, looking down his face twisted in a smile. He whistled the sound piercing the air.

"This one looks ravishing, so much torment it will serve me and us well," he said.

Bringing his hands to the corpse, he chanted the words foreign to Azalea's ears. Blank ink ran through his hands transferring to the corpse as it ran through its body. Rising, the man climbed out of his coffin, taking his place behind Samael. Repeating the same cycle a crowd of fresh undead stood behind him ready to do his bidding.

Azalea's heart ached as she watched her friend. What would Mom and Dad think? They would be so disappointed in me, I could have stopped this madness if only I found out he was alive earlier. If only he had someone to stand by him, this would not be happening. She thought.

"Are you done with this shit, I am getting bored" she said her voice carrying over the silence. "And hungry." her stomach growled as if on cue.

"You've grown annoying and persistent over the past decade, I always imagined you to be quieter," Samuel said, his back to her.

"I suppose you really brought me out of my shell. Only been a decade, I have you to thank for that," she replied.

Chuckling, he turned to face her, "I forgot how amusing you could be, a life with rats and now with the undead, makes you forget how to act, and your manners." Kneeling he whispered his breath hot on her neck, "Whatever act you put on won't make me loosen those ropes, Azzy."

Azalea smiled sweetly at him, the act uncomfortable. Bringing her head as far back as she could, she headbutted him, her forehead connecting with his nose. She heard a crack and she rested her head back satisfied.

"FUCK" Sameal swore touching his swellling nose, red and black blood flowed down, staining his pale face.

"The feeling of blood shouldn't be too unfamiliar by now, I would know," Azalea said.

Stumbling back, swearing as he tried to stem the flow of blood with his sleeve.

"You bitch."

"Ahh now you revealed your true self, do you always call women bitches. I mean you have nothing against killing them as I just saw. Who knows what's next, Children." she said, narrowing her eyes in disgust.

"You won't ever understand, you lived your life with no purpose. But I groomed myself the moment I knew of my ability to kill those who wronged me. I memorized everyone's face just so I can personally kill them." he prowled away.

A cool object was placed into her bound hands. Feeling it, the sharp tip pricking the skin. A knife. Shadows moved away from her quickly, but Azalea noticed them, hiding a smile. Slowey, she loosened away the roped, relishing the little freedom of movement. Making sure she made no sound, she stuck the knife into the dirt. The undead stared at her suspiciously, she put on her best innocent face and smiled sweetly.

Fucking Idiots. She thought as she waited.