The Most Powerful (The Unforgiven)

Chapter 3 (The Good In The Wrong)

I awoke on the grass, the sky's perimeter surrounded by the same hellish Pine trees. It had started to rain, and it was nightfall. The droplets were soft upon my face, as I lay on my back, helplessly numb.

I flinched in reaction to each droplet for minutes on end, having no motivation. No movement. Shock, after a withering, painful experience.

After a while, my mind began to spin just as Brianna's face came into view, staring down upon me, smirking. We simply stared into each other's eyes for minutes. Then, Brianna walked away, leaving me stranded and helplessly in shock.

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Ha. I had finally made her suffer, and I got what I wanted. Rebecca can do nothing but hurt people. Her worst fear....

I walked in the front door. It was already slightly dark outside, and my mom usually wants us home before then. But, as always, she glanced at me, and shook her head in disappointment. She didn't even bother anymore. I was either drunk on the street, or coming home drunk and/or with a guy.

She didn't expect much from me, which was perfect. I can do whatever the hell I want, and the others' can't.

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I slowly opened the door to the house. A cloud of cigarrette smoke flowed out the door, along with the smell of alcohol and weed.

Right as I took my first step, my mom yanked me inside and slammed the door, only to press my back into it.

"Where have you been?" She questioned. Her breath reaked of alcohol. As I stuttered and aimlessly search for words, she narrows her eyes at me. Then, suddenly, she slapped her hand across my face. That had awoken me back to the real world, where nothing was a daze anymore. Yet, at this moment, it wasn't a good thing.

She walked away before saying or doing anything more. My siblings basically turned the other cheek, as though shaming me.

I burst into my room, and slammed the door shut, sliding down, tears streaming like a faucet. I bit down on my tongue, muting my sobs.

Yet again, I took the fall for Brianna unwillingly, like every other time.
She had always seemed sore, as though she had been broken somehow. Yet, our dad had died years ago. She got a free pass to do whatever she wanted because she was pained. I always take the blame for her. And she always finds it no big deal.

I hated myself for being too nice. All of my friends had vanished as soon as I became famous. Cody is the boy I can never have. And I never wanted to be famous, it just happened.

Brianna wanted fame. She wanted power, persuasion over others. Yet, those who follow her way of life style are dammed.

I never understood why our mom had taken us in. We came in conveniently just in time for adopted father to die.
But apparently that would have been better than where we could've ended up. With our birth parents. Briana had always seeked them out, yet came up empty.

My siblings suddenly started to scream at the top of their lungs, and thudded of rapid foot movement. I lept up from the floor at once, and went to open the door. I struggled to open the door, as though something was in the way.

Eventually, I pried it open, only see my mother lying as dead as a doornail, staring lifelessly at the ceiling. I screamed instinctivly, jumping away as blood pooled onto my bedroom floor.

I forced myself the courage to jump over her body, and run into the kitchen for my siblings. But four out of the five lay dead. Blood was oozing from a gouge to the neck.

My stomach turned as I heard the sound of flesh being torn directly from behind. Before I could turn, a sickening thud fell to the floor.

Worst of all, I was getting dizzy from the overwhelming smell of blood. I cautiously turned to face the heartless beast, only to come face-to-face with her.

Brianna.

She stared coldly into my eyes with black where there used to be white. On her lips placed a grin, full of evil and sin. Blood dripped from her chin, as she flicked her tongue over razor sharp fangs.

She suddenly swiped blood off her chin, only to place it on my hands. I stared down, horrified.

"You and I are demons now. I think it's time to put the past behind us, and create the future. Have a taste." She tried to bring my hand to my mouth, yet I flew away from her grip.

"How is this possible?" I whimpered, staring at my hands. The blood was calling to me, and I could feel it. How revolting.

"Come and find me when you're ready," she said, ignoring my question. She then strutted out, her heels clacking her way out of the house.

I had become entranced with the blood that lay wet and sticky upon my hands. I slowly, yet guiltily, raised my hands to my mouth. I took a taste, and felt every sense come to life. The taste was undeniably irresistible. The feeling was unimaginable.

That's when I decided.

Never again will blood be on my hands, as well as Brianna's. Even if it's force, I will do so. She does not get away with something. Not again.

I stumbled my way out of the horror house, and walked into the dark woods. I didn't know what else to do. I wiped the blood onto my clothes.

I turned each direction in a panicked matter, only to land smack in the middle of a crying session. I bursted into tears, falling to the ground. It was cool in the night air, making my fallen tears feel cold on my face.

Snap.

A twig crackled. And then another. And another.

I jumped to my feet, trying to hold myself together.

"Who's there?" I blurted.

Of course I didn't expect a reply, yet to my surprise, I received one.

"Uh, Rebecca?" A boyish voice spoke from the darkness. "Hi." Others were around me as well. Many others. "Look, there's something you should know."