I got ready to fight her, my own aunt. Well, I guess that was a lie too, which only made me want to hurt her more. I wondered, do her wounds heal as easily and quickly as mine?
I soon realized she was sprinting after me at an inhuman speed. I almost instinctively grabbed her wrist and flipped her over my shoulder, using both my strength and her momentum to bring her down. She rolled as she hit the ground and stood up immediately. She leaped up at me and threw a punch at full force, I caught it, but the force snapped a bone in my wrist.
It took a socond to register the pain, but when I did I pushed her arm back and up, forcing her into a shoulder lock. I then switched my hands, so my injured hand was free and my other was pinning her arm up between her shoulder blades. I refrained from using my injured wrist for minute to allow it it heal.
She rolled foward, untwisting the shoulder lock, but I still had her wrist. I squeezed her wrist hard, feeling one pop after another, followed by the feeling of bones breaking and tendons snapping. The sound of snapping celery echoed through the stone and marble room. I snickered at her then twisted her wrist, even though I already crushed every bone inside it. She let out a short and faint scream of pain, causing me to laugh.
She then pushed me down onto the floor, and put her hands on my throat. I got flustered for a second, hearing my ears ring loudly, and getting a lightheaded feeling. I then realized my head hit the floor first.
It'll heal in a minute.
I put my hand on her wrist, even though that pushed it further down onto my throat. Then I took my free hand and pushed on the back of her elbow, causing an extreme hyperextension. Her elbow bent inwards, quite noticeably. She whimpered a bit, then as she grabbed her elbow, I pushed her off of me, and sat on top of her, placing my hand over her chest. I started to dig my fingers into her soft flesh, directly over where her heart lies. I smiled wickedly, as I buried my fingers deeper and deeper into her chest, making a mess of her blood in the process.
I could see the shear terror in her eyes as my fingers got closer and closer to her heart. She shrieked at the intense pain she must've been in, which only made me laugh. "I can feel your heartbeat" I said evilly. She looked over at my mother, a truly pitiful gleam in her eyes.
"Enough!" My mother yelled.
That didn't stop me, it made me dig deeper.
"Tanessa stop!" She screamed, beggining to run over.
It was then I could feel her heart. It was beating a mile a minute. Then my mother appeared over me, I heard a loud crack, and I fell down as everything went black. She snapped my neck.
