the battle has begun

Chapter 13: Time to DIE

"You thought you won?"

I stumbled backwards and fell. How could I have forget about her.

Ivy.

Her name stung my head, even just thinking of her name.

The sugar pink murderer, was standing before me.

"Think again." The corners of her lips curled up into a menacing smile.

"Oh what a pleasure of seeing you, Ivy. It's nice to see that you've stopped hiding behind a disguise. That's quite courageous, considering it was such a cowardly choice." I said, trying to push the urge of laughing at her.

Her face was red with anger.

What a pleasant sight.

"Well looks who's on the ground and who's standing like the queen she is." She said as she pulled a bundle of hair and flipped it over her shoulder.

"Oh you're a queen? I never knew queens were fat, short and bitchy." I said with an innocent smile.

"Why you little!" She leaped forward, tackling me to the ground. She pulled my hair and kneed me in the stomach. Gritting my teeth to endure the pain, I wasn't going to fight like how she was fighting. Piety and with no strength. Taking out a dagger, I launched into the side of her stomach, making her shriek and the blood leaked.

"Fight like a real woman!" I yelled. I went for another stab, but someone lifted me up and threw me against a tree stump. Yelping in pain, I widened my eyes and saw the infamous Zane had risen.

"You've should've killed me when you and the chance, [Your Name]."

"I would have if that asshole didn't stop me." I said as I wiped a trickle of blood from my lips.

"Well if you don't want to comply with us, I guess there's nothing that says I can't just bring you to them dead." He looked at me, mischievously. Taking one step towards me, he wrapped two hands around my neck and was chocking me. Eyes-widening, I gasped for air. Throwing my arms in every direction, I had successfully punched him in the jaw. Loosening his grip, I was able to jab my heel into his chest, pushing him farther away from me. Breathing heavily and my lungs screamed for air.

But I was a second too late.

Ivy had stood up and limped towards me, with my dagger which was stained with her blood. She plunged the small weapon into my thigh. Screaming in agony, I had gripped the sides of my head. My finger nails digging in my scalp, threatening to pull out hair.

But something was wrong.

There wasn't red, thick, warm blood leaking from my womb.

No.

It was pitch black.

Black like the shad that the tall trees made.

Black like the inside of a cave.

Black like the shadows that came out of me.

Yes.

Shadows were jumping out of me.

All with sinister smiles and a malicious laugh. Cackling, they shot out towards Ivy like arrows. Flying right through her, she released her hand from the dagger, and it was her turn to scream in pain. She brought her hands to her head. Screaming and shaking her whole body around.

The shadows ripped her clothes. 

They burned her skin.

They cut her so deeply that she was bleeding all over.

I was doing this.

This is my doing.

These are my thoughts.

They are a part of me.

And they were shredding my enemy.

They were killing her.

I was killing her.

She was dissipating. Her hair caught on fire, and her skin was turning black. With one last deafening scream, she burst into flames and burned into a pile of ash. Once the job was done, the shadows flew back with the same speed as they came out. They kept laughing. And as the last one re-entered me, the laughing faded.

I closed my heavy eyes. Removing my numb arms from my oily scalp. Leaning against the stump of the tree, to support my weight. Knees shaking. My whole body was weak. My mouth was dry. My throat was hoarse. Sagging down with an immense weight, I sat down.

Breathing heavily, I let my locks cover my face.

And with that.

Do you know what the last thing I saw?

Black.