The Wailing Woman

61. Killshot Pt. 2

TW: Violence, blood, gore and swearing.

Bruna and Marcus were hurling orbs of fire, and Dilara extinguished them all like annoying little pests. She drew her hands up, conjuring flames further down to her elbow. "You seem to have forgotten I also know the combats of fire." Her golden eyes locked with all of them. "You think this is a challenge, a duel. But it's not. This is the end of my punishment and the beginning of my freedom." Dilara explosively releases her flames as she draws a line down the middle.

Bruna and Marcus stumble back, and everyone else follows their movement. Except one idiot sprints forward and cries out a spell of wind as the fire parts open. Before he could attack Dilara, Hans sweeps his body and pulls him up into the air. He lifts him above his head and violently thrusts his knee into the warlock's spine, sounding like a crisp twig snap. He screams in agony, and Hans lets him fall into the deadly fire, the flames muffle his pain and eat away his corpse.

I don't think anyone was prepared to witness a demon, be a demon.

Hans watches with his black feathery wings, vast as the night. Dilara closes her eyes briefly as she sees the corpse, but the moment she opens them, she summons more flames and steps over the fiery line. She advances toward Bruna and Marcus, once again. Only this time she is not holding back her fire, she is aiming it.

I turned to Grimm and marched toward him. I wipe the blood around my eyes but still feel the cut in my head pulsing. He held his scythe, his knuckles turning white. "A little dramatic, don't you think?" His lips curve ever so slightly, and shrugs, "I need you to stay here and keep Richard and Marlene Mondt alive until I come back," I said.

Grimm cranes his neck down, I start to move away but his fingers lightly graze up my arm. "I'll be waiting for you." He drawled like I needed to come back to bed. I nodded blankly, walking past him, and picked up my pace as I started to rush up the stairs.

Richard Mondt shouted. "She is running away! Someone get her!" He snapped his fingers at his followers, "Phineas, Emory! Bring me that bitch's head!" Grimm's poisonous veins corrupted his skin, pulsing uncontrollably like a dark creature. My mouth twitched. Mr. Mondt might lose his head before I do.

Grimm took long quick strides toward Mr. Mondt as his voice carried over the chaotic fire, breaking of bones, and painful cries. "What did you call her?" His tone became lethal and possessive.

The Parmagis of Oregon holds onto each other as they start to scramble away like cowards, as if they could hide from Grimm. My eyes catch a fast spherical movement coming my way, I duck my head. I slowly look over my shoulder watching small flames burning the stairs. I took a sharp breath. My head snaps as the ordered pair by Richard Mondt, Emory, and Phineas are cutting through the blazing fire. I gather my dress and run away, leaving them alone. They'll be fine, I hope.

Emory taunted. "There is no point in running. You're going to die tonight, Nora." Suddenly, I heard one of them uttering a spell and felt it echo on my back. My foot slipped and my body fell forward slamming against the stairs. I squeezed my eyes. I pushed myself off the stairs and continued running with a stinging pain around my ankle. "You just can't stay down, can't you?" Phineas called after as their footsteps trailed further behind.

My head and heart were pounding horrendously, I truly felt like I might die tonight. I head to the next flight of stairs when I hear someone older and softer coming from the right hallway.

"Rose? Rosy? What's going on?" It was Mrs. Croft in a satin nightgown, her eyes half closed and confused. Rose Croft resembles her mother so much. She inherited all of her. The same hazel eyes, her nose, her platinum brows, and pinkish lips. Mrs. Croft barely looked forty, she could've been mistaken for Rose's older sister. She isn't supposed to be here. "Why are you making so much noise?" Mrs. Croft muttered. She isn't supposed to be here. She then meets my gaze, her eyes blinking until her eyes widen. Oh no. Why didn't Grimm let her escape? Why didn't he—