Death Will Always Win

Death

Madeline's gaze turned back to him and she hesitated a long moment. If it spoke true to her, then she could get revenge on everyone who hurt her brother. That bastard doctor for letting him die, Uncle Lewis for making their lives hell, and the driver that ended everything for Conner too soon. She...she did want them hurt. She wanted them dead. Madeline couldn't have Conner back. Death was final and nothing they could give would make it better. Except their lives. Madeline did want blood.

"All right. I'll help you. Just...follow through with your word." She hesitated in giving him demands though the creature seemed to let it go. She worked to lift a hand up toward him, the movement sending pain through her body. The pain from her wounds tore through her as she let out a small cry but still carried her hand toward it. When her fingers touched the wisps of its shadowy fingers, a swift and cold numbness spread through her. It shot down her arm and spread out throughout her body, feeling like it was freezing even vein within her. The pain soon ebbed away to a cold, numb feeling. And then the pain was gone. Completely. Madeline glanced down along her body and tightened her muscles. Yes, the pain was gone. She didn't feel anything wrong. She felt...fine. It was an unnerving feeling. She should be in pain. She should be screaming. But she was fine.

"I took the liberty to make your body useful to you again." The creature whispered as it turned away and began to slink down off of the bed, slithering down the side and toward the floor out of her sight. "No pain will make you lose sight. You best be ready girl." The hiss grew quieter as it disappeared, Madeline assuming it hid itself under her hospital bed. "Your first chance comes. He is here for you..."

He? What did it mean? Suddenly, a bright light nearly blinded Madeline. She lift a hand to cover her face, thankful that the pain no longer held her back, to see the door to the brightly lit hallway had opened. And, in it, was the silhouette of a man. A big, imposing man that marched forward and quietly closed the door behind him.

"Madeline," Uncle Lewis spoke as he loomed toward the bed. "Look what you got yourself into." Madeline gasped and drew back on the bed. Lewis was here! And she was sure he was going to make sure she regretted defying him and running out. "What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything." Madeline replied quickly. Of course, with her brother dead and herself injured, the only thing he cared about was whether or not she spoke about the abuse. Lewis growled and grabbed the side of the bed before giving it a hard shake.

"Bullshit!" He snarled to her as she let out a small cry from the shake. He was going to hurt her. Hell, he might kill her! She was supposed to have the power to punish him. Why didn't she? That thing tricked her. It had to be a trick!

"Uncle Lewis!" She whispered through gritted teeth as she steadied herself. "People are outside! They'll hear you."

"Feh, nobody gives a shit about a girl who made her doctor look stupid. You're dying anyway, right?" And he actually chuckled before he shook his head. "Just going to help that along before you get mouthy." Lewis strode along toward the head of the bed, his thick arms lifting so he could crack his knuckles.

Madeline trembled, fear filling her body as Lewis, once again, found himself in the position of power over the girl. However, it was then that she felt something shift under her blanket. Something solid grew in her grip, coming to form within her hand and hidden from view. It felt cold and metallic, probably some type of handle. She clenched it tightly, feeling the weight of it under the sheet.

"Do not hesitate girl." That hissing speech hit her ears, making her cringe. Uncle Lewis didn't seem to react to it. Could he not hear it? Maybe that thing was...just for her... "He means to end your life. Do not let that happen." Lewis reached out toward her, taking his time as he let his stubby fingers wrap about her neck. He must've figured her injuries still held her back. Those fingers squeezed about her tender throat and she let out a muffled cry as he tightened his grip. Her oxygen supply suddenly cut off and her body nearly threw itself into a panic.

Until she tightened her grip on that object.

She had no idea what it was, but it was now or never. With a sudden jerk, she whipped her arm out from under the sheet and swung it toward Lewis's head. A sickening crunch resounded and his grip swiftly loosened. Madeline stared up to see she was holding a single-handed scythe, the black handle tightly grasped in her fingers. The curved blade stuck straight into Lewis's temple, shoved deep into him. Blood dribbled down from the wound, dripping toward the bed sheet below as he wheezed. Lewis wobbled back, a look of shock on his face. He barely seemed to register what happened to him before the large man, the man who abused her and her brother for most of their years, got what was coming to him. He slumped down to the ground, the weight of his fall wrenching the weapon from her head as he fell over dead.

Madeline just stared down at the corpse, gasping for breath as she rubbed at her neck. She...she killed him. Lewis was dead. There was a moment of panic in her heart at that. She killed another human being! She murdered him.

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