Go Away (#TheWattys2015)

Chapter 33: Decisions

I charged forward, consumed with rage. I swung hard with the machete in my hand and the monster dodged it easily, his movements swift and almost too fast for the eye to see.

"Too slow little princess," he whispered murderously in my ear. I swung the blade in his direction and he jumped back, easily side stepping my attack as I lunged forward.

"Damn you, damn you, DAMN YOU!" I screeched, my throat hurt from the effort. I was filled to the brim with rage.  I bolted forward and pretended to aim for the creatures chest, waiting for him to jump. He dodged the blade and his eyes went wide as I smiled and side stepped, spinning and bringing the blade down on his arm. He roared out in pain and bared his teeth at me. I watched with satisfaction as its dark purple blood oozed out of the wound. I saw his shock as an opening and pounced forward like a cheetah that has spotted her prey. He jumped away, but not fast enough. The satisfying feeling of the blade tearing into the flesh of my enemy filled me with bloodthirsty hunger I had never felt before. I craved the death of this...thing. Even if my blade broke, I would punch him to death. If my arms were torn from my body, I'd kick the life out of him, and if all of my limbs were severed, I'd tear him to shreds; with my teeth. I charged again and watched as anger filled the creatures eyes.

"Still too slow for you?" I teased.

"Foolish little girl. You think little remarks such as those will intimidate me? You cannot defeat me! I will tear you apart limb from limb, your bones will shatter in the grip of my talons, you're organs will drip from my mouth, there will be nothing left of you!"

"No wonder Zack doesn't believe you're his dad," I grumbled.

"Excuse me? Is there something you would like to say you worthless brat?"

"Not really. I just realized something. If there was even the slightest shred of humanity inside of you, your "son" would know. Of course he doesn't believe you're his dad. You're just a low life monster living off of murder and evil."

"Don't you dare speak of my Zachary like you know him. You know NOTHING of what I've gone through. My son loves me and a meaningless piece of crap such as yourself would never understand the bond we share."

"Your right. I wouldn't. But I do know one thing. That bond was severed years ago, when you decided to disappear, and Zack decided to believe his dad was truly gone."

"Enough!" It roared, charging forward at me. It was too angry to think straight, so I used it to my advantage. I ducked away from its stretched out talons and struck the blade into his back.

"AHHHHH!!!" he howled, hands writhing and trying to clutch the bleeding wound, but failing. I slashed at his legs, watching as he tried to get away. I stabbed him in his ankle and he howled in pain. I watched as he began to army crawl. I could practically feel it rushing through my veins as a murderous smile crept onto my face. The feeling overtook my entire body. It was like I was a new person entirely, like I was...possessed. I wasn't myself, Daija does not murder, Daija doesn't cut things down until they're reduced to crap, Daija is...who is she? Dad, I thought, what would Dad say?

*FLASHBACK*

I kicked my stuffed teddy bear multiple times with rage. It was one of my bad tantrums. I was consumed with rage. Mom got into a car accident and she was in the hospital because some drunk decided he would just hit and run. She refused to let me visit her to prevent me falling behind in school work. What complete bull! I was in kindergarten, I barely had any homework! I punched my teddy bear and let my nails sink into it. I tore off its right arm and dug out the stuffing, tears blurring my vision as I destroyed my best friend. Mr. Fluffers. I stopped when I realized what I was doing to him and burst into tears. I hugged the bear and its destroyed arm to my chest, wishing I could make all of his stuffing go back into him and fix his arm. He didn't deserve that pain. I was...I was a monster. I barely heard the door to my room open. My dad gently placed his hand on my head and I flinched, clutching Mr. Fluffers tighter.

"Get away from me daddy! I'm a monster!" He chuckled and I frowned angrily at him.

"Sweetheart you're not a mon-"

"Look at what I did to Mr. Fluffers!!" I held out the torn off arm and the pile of stuffing I tore out and cried even harder. "Monster! Monster! Monster! I'm just Daija the big fat monster! Why did mommy have to let me out of her tummy daddy? I wouldn't have wanted to leave if I knew that this is what I'd become. Some- foul beast!" My dad kneeled by my side and I stared in horror at his wet eyes.

"Listen to me sweetheart, and listen good. You're not a monster. Mommy let you out of her tummy because, well first of all it would've hurt like hell if she tried to keep you in there punching and kicking her from the inside the way you were-"

"See! I hurt mommy I'm a-"

"But also, we both knew you'd be an angel. Sometimes, nice people do bad things. But that doesn't make them a monster. Remember, you'll always be my little ray of sunshine." He ruffled my hair and smiled at me. My tears stopped and I sniffed loudly, wiping my nose.

"WAAAH!" I cried out, "I love you daddy!" I wrapped my small arms around him and squeezed as tight as I could. He laughed and hugged me back gently. After a while, my sniffles stopped, my head stopped hurting, and my tears dried. He picked me up with one arm and Mr. Fluffers with the other.

"Come on, whaddaya say we get this fella fixed up huh?"

"YEAH!" I cheered and held onto Mr. Fluffers' body as my dad picked up the rest of the stuffing and his arm.

"What time is it!?" My dad shouted.

"Surgery time!!" I squealed back. We laughed together as we made it over to the sewing machine in my moms room. From that day on, I never called myself a monster again."

*END*

I growled in frustration and kicked the monster in the gut. He started choking and couching up purple fluid and I turned away in disgust. I heard the familiar squishing sound of flesh and I turned to see his wounds healing. I gritted my teeth and plunged the machete through the creatures stomach. I could feel his flesh rubbing against the blade, trying to heal itself. I gagged and ran over to Tasha's unconscious body. I dug out the giant nails she packed from her pockets and found a large rock towards the end of the tunnel, running back to the creatures body and nailing it to the floor. I held my breathe to avoid the stench as I hammered the nails into his hands. He howled in pain the entire time and I felt sick. But he could no longer move. At least not for a while. I pulled out alcohol swabs from my back pocket and a big band-aid and tended to the bloody gash in Tasha's head. She woke up a few minutes later, groaning in pain.

"Thank God you're okay," I sighed.

"Psshh, 'course I'm okay. I'm made out of steel!" I giggled at her enthusiasm.

"Guys..." Crystal groaned from somewhere. I turned around and saw her body slumped up against a wall.

"Crap! You okay Crystal?" I rushed over and checked her wounds. She clutched onto my hand with unbelievable strength for someone in her state, and gritted her teeth.

"I'm f-fine. Don't worry about me, I'll heal. What you should be worrying about is...crap!! Daija! Where is he!?" I spun around and stared, eyes wide in shock, at the nails on the ground surrounded in a pool of red and purple mixed together. Bits of pale flesh were mixed inside of the mess of the monsters blood and the monster was gone. I stood up and walked over to get a closer look when-

"DAIJA LOOK OUT!" Tasha and Crystal screamed in unison. I was too late. I heard a metallic thud and pain exploded into my head. "Daija get up!!" Crystal screamed.

"Daija are you okay!?" Tasha yelled.

"Daija!!"

"Daija!!!"

"Can you hear us?" Their voices faded away and the sound of their screams and struggles against the monster faded away as I lost consciousness.