TAINTED ROSE

Chapter 26

Helen heard the zap that lasted less than a second and winced.

Rose was cackling evilly, looking at her nails and playing with Nat’s Taser (“I spent so much time working on it and it ends up in the hands of a deranged lunatic…” The girls could hear Natasha muttering to herself.) Thinking back to how she had inflicted the knife wound on Rose before Rose cheated by knocking her out with a table, Helen smirked to herself.

Bang!

Adolpha hit the ground again, grabbing her right chest in immense pain.

“Darn it! The pistol jammed. It won’t reach her heart now…” Rose cursed vehemently as she threw the small gun on the ground and stamped on it angrily.

Helen smiled to herself, more relief than amusement. “Thank the Heavens that Rose was sick on human anatomy day!” She thought to herself. That had been a gory, bloody day. Their biology teacher had dissected the full body of an executed criminal in front of the girl’s very eyes. And Rose obviously never learnt that the heart, holder of feelings and hope, was on the left. Perhaps because she didn’t have one…

As Rose looked at the broken gun fragments in a trance of hatred, Helen withdrew the shining butter knife from her pocket, her hands shaking. The last time they had made any movement while holding a knife was in her First Year, the first time she had touched, held a knife. Now, the shaking became more violent as a tear streamed down her face.

Rose’s eyes darkened and focused as Helen traced a light line of blood on Rose’s back. Rose smirked. “Trying to get ‘revenge’ on me eh?” She turned on Helen and sent her fist flying at Helen’s face. Helen gasped and ducked, barely escaping the bloodied fist, covered in so many people’s blood. Adolpha, Crystal, Mine…

Helen swept her leg across the floor and knocked down Rose. Without missing a beat, she drove her knife into Rose’s shoulder. Rose’s eyes widened, but quickly returned to normal. Helen gasped; a stab with such force and depth could down a sturdy young man, let alone a schoolgirl.

“I thought we were friends.” Rose looked deep into Helen’s wide, distraught eyes as she uttered this, a stoic cool voice that sent chills down Helen’s spine.

“Look who’s talking”, Helen stuttered as Rose grimaced in return.

“I trusted you. Who was there for you when Olivia…” A plastic class table slamming into her forehead interrupted Helen.

“You… You shut up! I had myself under control until she gave me…” Rose lifted her fringe to reveal the large red scar on her forehead.

“Well thanks for giving me one of my own with that table.” Helen muttered as she drifted into a blissful darkness…

Although pleased with herself for gaining a sort of revenge on the tyrant, Helen felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. This “tyrant” had been Rose. Sweet, silly Rose. It pained her to stab the girl, but she had to. It was only right. Just…

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Hey so I wont be updating for a while (Maybe till 2nd week of Dec?)

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