Keilani POV
I stood over our fathers body as he took his last few breaths.
Breaking my gaze I looked over at my sister, Mielle', wondering what was going through her mind. I knew that she kind of had a soft spot for him.
How could she though?
He had killed our mother then tried to kill us. My rage reignited as I thought back to the unwanted memories and moments that lead me to be who I am now. It made me grip the handle of the AR-15 in my hand even harder. I looked back down at his beaten body while it soaked in the pool of blood that had mixed with the white carpet that was underneath him. I searched his eyes to try and see remorse of some sort maybe even fear. To my surprise the only emotion that dwelled within them was amusement.
Mielle' placed her hand my arm soft and motherly.
She had been my mother ever since the presence of our real mother was taken from us. I looked into Mielle''s eyes to see no emotions but two black holes that seemed to never end. Nodding toward our father on the floor she asked.
"Are you ready?"
Looking her in the face I gripped my gun with both hands. That was my answer. I turn back to look at him once more and aimed. A smile formed on his lips before I sent a train load of bullets into his body. I watched as his soul slipped away from his eyes.
Grabbing the sword from the fire place. Mielle' bent down next to him. She put the sword on his neck and with a quick stroke his head tumbled limply away from his body. Picking up his head in her hand she turn to me with a smile on her face and I had to return it.
"So whats our next move?"
I asked her while grabbing the head from her hands and placing it in a black duffel bag.
"We take what the fuck is rightfully ours"
She spat sternly bending over to wipe her bloody hands on his shirt. Grabbing the gasoline can, she started throwing it around the room. After the whole room had been dowsed with the strong liquid, she turned the can upside down. Pouring every bit of it on the floor as she walked out the door headed down the stairs. I walked to the door and stopped. Looking back in the room that had been recognized as my birth place but It would now be known as my fathers final resting place.
I laughed at the thought then I followed Mielle' to the door. I handed her the duffel bag and dug in the pockets of my sweat pants for the lighter. I flicked it on and watch the flames come to life when I threw it on the floor. Mielle' had to grabbed my arm bringing me back to reality. I smiled at my work one last time before I follow my sister and partner in crime as we ran to the Bugatti.
She threw the duffel bag in the back of the car before taking her place in the drivers seat, Mielle' turned the car around to face the street. Without a sound we pulled of in to the night on a mission that would take us through hell to heaven and everything between it.
If we even make it that far...
