The Most Powerful (The Unforgiven)

Chapter 13 (Love / Hate : Each Poisonous)

I stumbled into Satan's office, after being bonbarded by a blonde-headed, cowgirl bitch. My sweat dripped to the sediment floor, at least that's what I envisioned. But maybe I was actually hallucinating.

How could the serum work so fast?

Satan was nowhere to be found, and I was about to die of poison. And how convenient it was that Satan's presents was absent when I finally needed him?

My throat was tightening, and it felt as though in the next hour, I would die of lack of oxygen. My skin burned and itched, and I couldn't tell whether the blood running down my arms were a hallucination or not.

My fingernails were sticky with half dried blood from itching at my flesh. And that's the last sight I witnessed. My body became dead weight, as it dropped to the floor without my condolences.

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The dead flower I had been trying to set on fire finally sparked, and smoke grew from the rising flame. I jumped from my chair in sheer joy, and squealed, tossing my arms above my head in exquisite excitement.
Bella's silent mitten-like feet pranced into the room, pawing at my leg with her petite white paw.

"Why so happy?" Bella's mouth moved along to the words, which would be bizarre to others, but somehow, I was getting used to it.

"I've been practicing on controlling my powers," I stated, looking much more serious at the black and white cat. "I want to take that bitch down," I spoke darkly.

"Brianna?" She questioned, and I answered by staring down emotionlessly. "No, she's with Satan. He'll kill you first." I walked past the cat to the fridge for water. "We're trying to protect you," she spoke graciously.

"I have nothing to live for anymore!" I bursted. She stared into my eyes, her gold, stern look making me feel self-conscious, like she was seeing into every sliver of my demonic soul. "She's destroying everything. She's killing people," I complained.

Bella sighed, and looked up into my eyes honestly.

"Brianna poisoned Ethan. He's dying." I stared, dumbfounded. "Satan will kill Brianna for that."

"Why would she do that? Isn't Ethan innocent?"

"No, but he's Satan's puppet. He's being used, and he's blind to it," Bella spoke softly, looking off, a facial expression exposed of sympathy.

"Okay, I won't go after Brianna," I sighed, putting Bella at ease. She smiled through her white whiskers. She pranced away as though her job was one well done. But not quite....

I stashed knives and guns they kept for training in my purse, and quickly swng out the door before any of them could stop me.

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"I knew you'd come," Brianna praised, her heavy accent clung to the cold, bitter air, as though echoing. The well with the names carved into the stone stuck out in the corner of my eye.

I immediately whipped out a hand gun, and shot straight for her head. The gun shot made my ears ring, but I lost track of all thoughts when I saw her, lying on the ground, looking up at the sky lifelessly.

I stood over top of her, taking in the powerful emotion. The feeling of adrenaline and power rushed through my thoughts so vigorously, I didn't know what to think. I killed the Devil's messenger.