Grimm Games

Chapter 18: Devious Damsel

Sonya's eager stare burned into me even from the short distance. I shivered at the vile intention behind her glare as she crept from behind the brush surrounding the thick trunk of a tree.

I took note of her lack of protective gear or weaponry and used the moment to my advantage by taking the blade from my cuff to grip in my fist.

I imagined the blade leaving my grip and traveling through the dank air to land in the center of Sonya's chest but being so cutthroat and cruel had never been in my DNA.

Her chest heaved as her breaths became intense, and I took the moment to not only teach her a lesson but also Ms. Holle. If they wanted to secretly give Sonya steroids to help quickly heal her sprained ankle, they should make sure their plan was indeed covert.

I matched Sonya's energy and approached the open door. A silent drone appeared from the tops of the trees behind her to capture all the adrenaline inducing excitement for the audience. Its warped shadow eerily cast on the ground before us.

As I lifted my eyes to bring attention to the hovering aerial vehicle. Sonya took the bait and raised her head to follow my gaze. And I locked in on my target, flinging the blade and watching it silently whip through the air to brutally impale the top of her foot through the shoe.

The injured foot.

Her howls of pain made me flinch due to the volume.

"You bitch!" she cried, bending to grab the blade but before her hand got anywhere near, I swiveled and yanked my cuffed arm. The force of the blade exiting the wound to return to me, flipped her off her feet and she dropped back on the roots just as the clank of metal on metal sounded around us.

With my fist raised and the blade attached, I watched as she writhed on the ground in pain.

"You fucking bitch," she cried out. "I'll kill you."

The immense power of successfully nailing my target surged through me and for a split second I allowed satisfaction to paint my face in a grin, but it didn't last long.

Dylan rushed to the door, pushing me aside. "You gotta finish her!" he called out and in a shocking move, he gripped her blade by the handle and yanked it from the door jamb. It had been embedded in the wood since she threw it, barely missing Spencer's head. But instead of pocketing it, Dylan propelled it at her.

The blade swiveled through the air and instead of piercing her as he had intended, the sharp end jammed in the mossy ground beside her.

She palmed it without a beat lost.

Spencer yanked Dylan back by his arm. "What the hell, Dylan?"

"We gotta take her down," Dylan insisted. "This is our chance, bro."

But his impulsive plan backfired. It was too late. She got up and limped away behind the thick trees and brush, leaving a trail of blood behind.

"You should've aimed for her head," Spencer sneered. "Her foot? What would that do? Are you even trying to win?"

I wish I could explain what I discovered behind the scenes in the medical area, and how they were assisting Sonya with steroids, but to reveal that would expose me to the production team and would probably make things worse for me.

Plus, I had to do what Millie suggested the entire time and not trust anyone. I'm sure if Dylan had the chance, he would've aimed for my head too.

"Why would you do that, huh?" Spencer nudged his shoulder. "What happened to being strategic?"