The Day My Life Ended (Editing)

Chapter Forty-Nine: Morgana and Lilac

This chapter gets a little gore-y, tread at your own risk. And for all of you hating Dominic, he's about to get his just desserts.

Morgana

Oh, a killer's life is a wonderful life, a-rovin' over the town. Give me a career as a serial killer. It's the life of a murderer for me. Oh, the life of a murderer for me! Oh, a killer's life is a wonderful life, they never bury your bones. For when it's all over a jolly land killer drops in on his friend, Dominic Chamberlin. Oh, my good friend, Dominic Chamberlin!

This is amazing! I can't remember feeling this free in all my life. That's a lie, I felt like this fifty years ago. Why on earth did I ever want this to stop!

Just ahead of me, a guard stood on a corner. He was still, holding a gun in his hands. Amateur. A good guard wouldn't fight me.

I reached into my pocket to try and find my good knife. It was a pocket knife, with a dark pink casing. Sadly, it wasn't in there. Fuck. I liked that knife. Ah well, killers can't all be choosers.

Running into the hall to the guard, I managed to get him down with minimum noise.

"Now, I would love to paint this pretty white floor and wall with your blood, but I left my knife in storage. Consider yourself lucky." I told him as I pushed down on his windpipe.

He suffocated quickly, not one drop of blood. It upset me. I checked his person for any weapons, I would like something painful looking to help with Dominic.

Just a .38, flashlight and Taser. Hmmm...gives me an idea. Plus, a new idea for an outfit.

Focusing on that new power I had, I looked to my right and saw a red and gold portal appear on the wall.

Well, tally-ho!

==DMLC==

(Thirty minutes later)

The man I prepared for execution finally came into his office. Dominic was getting comfortable in his desk, the set sun giving him little light. All he had on was one of those lamps you see in libraries with the thin green overshadow with the beaded string. He seemed to be just enjoying the fact that Darcy was dead.

Darcy...dead...my sister. Lilac...MIA...my daughter. My friends...MIA...that bastard.

I slowly came out from my hiding spot, revealing myself in the light.

"Huh?" Dominic said before noticing me and smirking. I did too. "Darcy, come for a little revenge?" The man moved slightly to the left in his chair.

"Don't even try for the gun. I got rid of those bullets five minutes ago." I instructed, still smirking.

Dominic checked it himself, getting the and finding the six bullets missing.

"I would also take another look at your attacker. Appearances can be deceiving." I said, taking slow steps towards Dominic. I leaned over it and made sure he got a good look at my eyes.

His like green eyes looked over me, trying to make sense of who I was. I gave him a stuff glare and it slowly clicked.

"Morgan?"

A devilish smile grew on my face, I'm sure I resemble the Cheshire Cat. Why did I ever stop this?

"Nice to see you, Dominic. Could you please tell me where Darcy's body is? I wanna give her some 'special' company." I asked politely.

Without wasting another second, I pushed the button on the device in my pocket.

A screeching sound filled the air. Dominic's face paled considerably, his eyes reddened slightly and the blood veins could be seen on his head. His eyes widened as he realized he couldn't move.