I'll Fight for You

Ch 21

Dominic smirked whipping away invisible droplets of sweat with the back of his hand. He looked back to the moon rising up from the edge of the earth. Before returning his eyes back to Tabitha he let out a light huff of air and began.

“You are my blood.” He jabbed the butt of the gun to his chest. “My blood, you weren’t adopted like I made you believe.” He shook his head adding emphasis to his statement. “I had full intentions of having a family. I thought I was allowed to love given my trade coming to an end. Sadly I was mistaken; shortly after you were born I was ordered to kill all connections. So, you…..And Mara; your mother. ” He chuckled and continued to speak. “Luckily I didn’t really love your mother! I was only fooling myself! My one love was and will always be the thrill of killing! You! Hahaha You on the other hand shockingly I couldn’t bring myself to do it!” Dominic brought himself down from a laugh and got back to a serious tone. “As I stood over your crib with a pillow in my hand ready to smother you I stopped. I couldn’t kill you, not yet. I wanted a fight. Go out with one last hoo ra! He started laughing manically again. “So I let you live! I tortured you so you would hate me! I wanted you to scorn me! In hopes one day in my retirement I can taste the adrenaline again!”

“So none of this was about Iza’s mother?” Tabitha cut him off confused by his words. So she was indeed his child and the woman in the photo; now know as Mara, was her mother. He had his chance to be rid of her and not have to worry about this now. This sick twisted man wanted a fight, a last fight.

“Oh no! That bitch never mattered to me in the least. After the puppy love was over she was just someone to keep my bed warm. Iza just happened to show up in the process.” He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly caring little of his youngest. “Frankly I’m glad your dog killed her, she was a great asset but once this was all over I was just going kill her off too.” Dominic took a step towards Tabitha causing her to tense up the closer he got. He took small slow steps as he continued on talking. “I trained you to be a killer. I wanted you to feel only hate.  I made sure to leave those scars; I wanted you to always remember me!” The fighters brown orbs took a quick glance at her wrists peeking under the straps of the bracers. They have faded more since the last time she saw them. “After the attack I worried you had died and I would have to settle for Iza.” He smirked. “But your body was never found. We found Iza’s mother.” He pointed to the house “That girl in there was absolutely heartbroken.” He chuckled again. “And I convinced her to help me find you and she did willingly. I must thank you without your little escape attempt I don’t know if this would of worked out any better.”

“And I thought I was sick.” Another deep voice spoke up beside Tabitha startling her as Loki appeared. He let out a loud but slow clap, applauding the mercenary. “You are twisted and demented, I like that I have to admit.” He stopped placing a firm arm around her waist. “Sadly you are after my woman and I can’t allow you to live.” Tabitha looked up at the god relaxing a bit in his grasp. A bad choice. Dominic raised the loaded gun firing two rounds at the pair. The fighter stood wide eyed when the sound of the bullet leaving the barrel echoed into the air. Loki still stood grinning as the bullets approached closer and closer, she went to move pushing Loki out of the way. One passed between a small gap that got smaller as they fell, the second grazed the cloth splitting the fabric and cutting her bicep as it passed.

She grunted gritting her teeth as the blood began to seep out from the wound. It stung but the pain was bearable.  Dominic wasted no time rushing forward what little ways he had. Loki rolled over on top of Tabitha protector her from the back of the pistol that came down. She rolled over so she could see his face as his eyes rolled in the back of his head, then collapsed on her as he was knocked out from the man. “ENOUGH!” The bald man with a sick grin came down again with his gun aiming for her. Tabitha had kicked the nords body of to the ground tucking herself into a ball so she just missed his attack.

“What’s wrong?! Afraid you can’t handle and old man by yourself!” The dagger she had came up quickly towards the underside of his chin. Instinctively he raised his head and stepped back leaving only the tip to scratch him. He chuckled again wiping away the droplet forming at the tip of his chin. Dominic inspected the blood that smeared his hand. He chuckled again rubbing it between his thumb and index finger. “I got that dagger as a gift from your mother. Ironically it’s the same dagger that I used to kill her.” He watched for a reaction on his daughters face as she backed away, trying to keep a safe distance from him. His almost nonexistent brow rose. “Does it not bug you?” Tabitha swallowed hard as she shook her head.

“I never had a chance to meet her,” She choked trying to speak. “So why should I care?”  She swallowed again. The only thing she felt at this moment was confusion. Nothing mattered now; the woman she knew, Dominic, Iza, Matt, not even Kale. Everything was fine until he came back for her. He wanted her to be his last rise; that was the only reason she lived right now. This was it; she decided what she was going to do now. The bald man pointed a gun to the god lying on the ground.

“What if I kill him? Will you care then?” In the split second it took Dominic to pull the trigger Tabitha had lunged herself atop the god. Taking the bullet into her lower back letting out a shrill waking the god. Loki wrapped an arm around her protectively looking at the blood that was dripping onto the frozen ground before him. She was still very responsive to everything around her. The moment he frowned the fighter pushed a bloodied hand into his chest. Separating himself from her he stood as she wobbled back up into a stand. Dominic ejected the empty shells and tossed one gun to the side then reloaded the other gun in his right hand. The ex mercenary smiled enjoying the sight of crimson on white. "Did I piss you off now?" he chuckled out. Tabitha grit her teeth, she bent down reaching for the dagger she had dropped trying to defend the nord.

Loki's brow stitched together in anger. A light of green shimmered beside Dominic, noticing the glimmer he turned back handing a double. Then another appeared catching his arm, Loki had pulled Dominic to the ground slamming him into the icy ground.

"KNEEL YOU MEWLING QUIM!"

"LOKI!" Tabitha stood fiercely wielding her dagger in her left hand and grasping the brass knuckles in her right. Both men looked over to her as she huffed out breaths. "This is my fight damn it." Loki backed away still with an angered look. He didn't argue nor did he protest. She was right it was her fight, it’s bad enough he came early trying to finish them all before she got to earth. "I'm all ready mad at you, do not make it worse for yourself." The nord smirked walking off into the side lines raising his hands. Dominic came up to a stand wielding the fire arm.

"Fine, but as soon as I notice it is not going on your favor," the god looked over his shoulder. "I will step in, and you can be as mad as you want but I will not lose you to this pathetic sadistic mortal." Dominic shot a glare at the black haired man. Loki smirked knowing it was irritating the ex mercenary.

"You and me, I’ll give you want you want." Dominic twisted his head back to her. Cackling he lifted the gun scratching the side of his head with the tip of the barrel.

"Hahaha I don't see how you can defeat me when you will faint from blood loss soon." Tabitha got back into a fighting stance wincing at the pain. This was it, a fight to the death.

"So you think."