Shadow's Within

14 : Die B*****

There's no more sound after. Just the sound of mom screeching in pain, tortured by her own flesh and blood. I strode to her, checking for her wound. Blood seems to be reducing, but the pain is increasing. The sweats flowing over her wrinkle skin is shambolic. Her temperature is rising; she's coming down with a fever. I tear up my other sleeve and smear clear her face of the sweat.

"Annie..." she mustered.

I didn't stop applying the cloth on her face. "I'm here mom. Don't talk, you're going to make it worse. Just lay down and breathe. It's going to be fine"

She caresses my cheek. "My beautiful daughter. I always love you. You're everything to me. I want you to—"

"STOP!" I stop her. "Don't say that. I told you. Everything is going to be alright. We're going to get through this."

Her fingers didn't stop caressing me. I love her warm gentle touch. It's the best sensation I could ever hope for. The loving touch of a mother. I sat there, daubing the cloth on her face when a laughter breaks the silence.

"You....." It's the reaper. She got her legs up slowly, catching her arms to the walls supporting her body. "HOW DARE YOU!" She screams.

"I would enjoy seeing your body rot in flame. She has her gun again by her side, clicking away to fire at me.

I got up as high as my knee before she stops me, holding her gun into my direction, locking her aim.

Her face is a gnash of travesty. The impact had cause her far left forehead to rip to shred. It's painted in red, crimson lava oozing out. A bag of skin crushed to reveal a white musky skull. I didn't dare to look there and focus on her eagle eyes.

Then a shroud of thunder echoes the room. I felt a tinge of sting from my upper thigh. The sensation gets harder and harder for me to comprehend before I'm down on my knees. The pain spread all to way to my brain and released in an angry scream. I gaze down and my eyes cringe in fear. My thigh is shot and I'm bleeding! The overflow of blood coming down from my thigh horrifies me. I scream in pain, yelp in anger.

The reaper laughs franticly. Shooting me has given her the pleasure that she needed. Looking down on her prey, scratching away for plea is her ultimate satisfaction.

She howled gleefully. Rejoice in my dishearten. I press my thigh angrily, hoping the pressure would allow the blood to stop flowing. I didn't feel good. It feels like hell!

The only thing keeping me intact is my sense of duty. I couldn't fall back on pain. Mom needs me, her life depends on me. If I fall here, she would die and I can't let that happen!

"Well, well" the reaper said. "Where's all that confident gone to?"

She laughs again.

I stare at her, menacing.

Her grin expression only filters my pain. My anger grows stronger looking at her face, a manifestation of demon and senseless. That combination in an assassin is an equal to a nuclear reaction. You never know when they would explode but when they do, it brings down terror to peace.

The pain couldn't stop me. I raise my body, standing; giving an authority stand to this menace. She licks her lips, looking please to see me erect my grandeur of status.

"It just wouldn't be fun I you just lie down and wince in pain did ya" she smirks.

I reply her smile. "I guess so"

Her leaps are astonishingly far and she grabs me by the collar knocking my down on the floor. I fought her back, ripping away her arms from connecting to my body. I slap her arms away, shields my face and chest before knocking her away from me. I push my legs sky high and hacks a sniffling blow bashing her rear.

She screams and wails and the circles are turn. I'm in control know on top of her. I bash her head, strikes her chest with all my might. She recoils by thrusting her arms to hit me straight in the chest. I manage to side step my body to avoid it and jerks her head.

I grab a hold of her head, gripping her hair and pulls up before backlashing her temple against the floor. She resists in agony, but I didn't give in. I yank her head harder than I ever had before in my life and smash her head against the floor. I repeat it again and again, smashing it with pleasure, hearing her wail in pain screaming out of the torture I'm apprehending her.

I didn't stop, I pluck the hair out of her roots and entice her head in damaging her temple. The marvel of holding the thread of a person life gives me a great spectacle of phenomenon within my grasp. I hit and I smash, causing an uproar to her once delicate face and skin. She no longer screams but is replace by the gushy sound of her skin contacting the cold hard floor.

Bloods spattering all over, into my clothes, my face and my lips. Before I could stop, a soft moaning voice is pleading for life.

"Pleease..... stop.." the reaper pleads.

"Don't worry, your torture is ending soon." I pick the gun, pointing just above the eyes. "Tell hell I said hello"

She works a smile. "You bet.."

Then I shoot, and it becomes silence.