Mr. X's Revenge: From The Grave

12- The Devil May Hold A Knife

My body warped itself back into a human stance. I still sheathed my knife behind my leg and took a sketchy step back. I knocked my heel against Sam's body. George slowly stepped forward setting his arms out like a patronized Saint.

"You don't understand how positively happy this makes me. You killed your one true love and now your trying to protect him. Sweet, but both of you will be dying today!" He says. I refused to look at Sam, but he grasped my ankle and sent a million thoughts running through my head. One which stood out the most was a quote.

'All this time I've loved you and never known your face, all this time I've missed you and searched the human race.'

My eyes started to tear up, but it just made me want to try harder to prove George wrong. He was gonna die tonight and he didn't realize it. I couldn't let George predict my moves so I made a plan.

I set the knife down on the coffee table and turned around. "Would you like a drink, George?" I walked to the kitchen and pulled two cups out of the cabinet.

"Sure, fill it with your blood while your at it." I chuckled at him. I filled my glass with some water and took the other glass with me to the living room, empty. I set the empty glass on the table and started to drink out of my own. George circled to look at Sam.

"Don't touch him." I said calmly. He glared at me and proceeded to check Sam's pulse. I picked up the empty glass and smashed it on the table leaving the broken shards where they were and rammed the broken cup into George's back. I then picked up the knife and went to to the same but he quickly spun around and took the knife out of my hands. He shoved me to the floor and crawled on top of me, pressing the knife to my throat. I froze and panicked, I felt a strange pressure in the back of my head and suddenly had this burst of energy. I moved my hands from the knife to George's eyes. I clawed at him until he got off of me. He stood holding his face with both hands, shortly after dropping the blade.

When he finally uncovered his eyes you could see bloody red scratches from his eyebrows to his lips. I scurried off the floor and past him into the dining room next to the sliding glass door to the balcony. He yelled and grabbing the knife again headed in my direction. By this time his right eye started to bleed really bad, he wiped at it and smeared the blood along his cheek. He smiled, looking like something out of a horror story. He raised a single hand and grabbed the back of one of the chairs. He picked it up and threw it at me. It broke into pieces on the wall next to me. I cowered over, covering my head. I ran to the other side of the sliding glass door as George threw another chair.

I was cornered. With the table in front of me and George on the other side, the only viable option was to go onto the balcony, which would lead to a 3 story drop into the street. It would be completely​ expected and glancing over now confirmed that the door was locked. In the time that it would take to unlock the door and open it, George could easily snatch me up by my hair and beat me unconscious. I decided against it. He knew how this game was gonna go so he climbed upon the table and came towards me, leaning to the left hand side. I darted to the right, hopping over the broken chairs, George reached out and yanked on a hand full of hair, some of which came out.

My head began to burn, and another sharp pain traveled down my spine. The pain caused me to fall to my knees, covering my ears like something was screaming at me. George took this opportunity to rush over and pick me up by the throat. He slowly squeezed at my windpipe and I felt like there was a weight on my chest. I grabbed at his wrist and tried to shake his grip but it was of no use. I began to close my eyes and accept my fate, when I felt a rush of air enter my lungs.

I stared at George when he dropped me to the floor, and noticed his agony as he pawed at a knife in his calf. Sam rested his hand on my back, and I felt his radiant energy flow through me, and he said, through gritted pain and a weak whisper;

"I love you." And at that moment I felt his energy dissipate as if it was never there. I had no time to spare, I had to finish off George for real. I quickly stood and ran into the bedroom and dug into Sam's nightstand for his brass knuckles, from there moving into the bathroom. I pulled back my fist and blasted the mirror into a million little pieces. Grabbing the largest one I could find, I wrapped it in a towel and proceeded back into the living room. Where I came face to face with the nose of a pistol. He's desperate.

I quickly shut the bedroom door and whispered to myself.

"What am I gonna do?! I can't keep fighting like this. I'm sorry Sam! I'm sorry, I love you so much! Please forgive me!" I got down on my knees and started crying. More than crying I was bleeding tears. George violently opened the door and aimed his sights at me.

"Just stop running, Maryanna. It'll all be over soon." He said. I stood again and faced him.

"Do you know why they call you Mr. X?" I ask. I took a step forward. He rolled his eyes. I sprinted at him as fast as possible knocking the gun out of his hands. I picked up the mirror shard as fast as possible and jammed it into his chest. "Because.." I huffed. "X marks the spot!" He looked up at me in horror as blood started to spill out of the corner of his lips. I rose and ghosted my way over to Sam who lay on the floor unmoving.

I lay my head on his chest and start to sob even harder. "I love you, so, so much!" I closed my eyes in exhaustion only to realise that I was going to fall asleep, yet I didn't mind, George was actually dead, and I needed to say goodbye to Sam.

I love you.