The Most Powerful (The Unforgiven)

Chapter 14 (No Heart, No Pulse)

The handcuffs on my ankles and wrists sliced into my skin as I struggle to get free. I became less and less vigorous after my blood dripped onto the blankets, making it sizzle and dissolve in splotches from my acidic blood.

"Hey!" I yelled for attention. "Sammy!"

He slid into the doorway, looking unphase.

"Are you done trying to kill yourself?"

"No."

"It wasn't your fault," Sammy spoke sympathetically. "It's a demon's natural instinct. No one could have avoided that."

I stared at the floor, the shock still wavering in my thoughts. Like flashbacks, bits and pieces of my horrific situation.

"We thought maybe you'd want a friend, someone to relate to other than a load of talking animals." He stared intently into my eyes, as though insisting. "We received information on someone we saved long ago." He looked down, as though in memory. "Remember Sam and Samantha, the Chosen Ones before you?"

I nodded, listening in for how this relates to me. He still stood confidently, demanding my full attention with his golden eyes. He stopped talking, and looked down, as though disappointed. He walked silently out of the room, whispering to the others in the hallway.

I dazed off, the bits and pieces becoming clearer. How I tore into Cody's chest, only to rip out his organs and eat them like an animal. How intoxicating it was to my body, and now to my mind.

I couldn't live like this, and I knew it. I wanted this emotional pain to end. I wanted an escape. I wanted to die.

I scrambled for a pause when falling back into reality. The whispering of the Chosen Animals continued, but I wasn't listening. I didn't bother. All I could concentrate on was the sound of my own heartbeat, steady and strong, as usual.

You can turn it off...

Brianna's voice echoed.

No pain, no suffrage. No regrets.

I envisioned Cody's gory death, and had just about enough. I looked at the wall numbly, tears streaming down my face. I listened for the steady heartbeat to slow to a stop.

The pain started to drift from my mind, as though it was something that occurred in a tragic movie. And my heartbeat completely stopped beating in an instant.

I flinched, as the pain drifted. I felt relieved, like a whole different person. And for the first time in a long time, I was content. And I intend to stay that way.

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"Please, don't," I begged, sputtering for pleads. "I don't want to die," I spoke hoarsly. Yet, I'd never shed a tear. Not even in the face of death.

"You almost killed my most loyal subject. Why shouldn't I kill you?" Satan shook me, along side his rage.

"I'll do something, anything," I offered, glancing at a pouty Ethan in the corner. Somehow, Ethan wasn't angry, which is horrific. I almost killed him, and if anyone ever did that, he'd make them suffer in such a way that their body would shut down, trying to relieve that pain. And he'd still not even give them the peace of dying.

"There may be one thing..." Satan let go of my shirt gently, pointing his finger to the ceiling, as though receiving an idea. "We found information about the past Chosen Ones. Samantha Wartext, remember her?" He grinned, taking a view of Ethan's reaction. Ethan looked weary and annoyed, glancing up at Satan through his eyelashes.

"Samantha had a child... That the Chosen Animals saved before you killed them," Satan said, poking a finger into Ethan's chest. Ethan simply stared at Satan with no expression in return.

"And?" I insisted.

"And we have to find out who they are. You can kill them once we find out." He smiled a firm, careless line, and walked out of the room swiftly.

I eyed Ethan, as he stared after Satan, almost looking disappointed. Pathetic. I rolled my eyes, and walked away, not giving a damn about these errands of Satan's collateral damage to destroy all Chosen Ones. I was just in for the kill.

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"Guys, it's on the news," Sammy called out to the others. The large load of animals stumbled in, tripping over one another (or getting trampled) to see the destruction yet to come. "Rebecca had to have turned it off," Sammy spoke in dread. "She's killing people, at clubs."

"We have to do something," Bear demanded.

"Okay. Why don't you all go, Piggy and I will stay here," Thumper said, quivering into a corner.

"Yeah," Piggy insisted. "We'll keep watch." The stupidity in their voices were identical.

"No. This is our fault, you guys. We should've kept an eye on these two," Molly spoke innocently.

"Molly's right. We're all walking into this battle." Spunky eyed the rodent especially. Piggy looked at the others, bewildered for a death yet to come.

"Wait, Ethan," Bear started. "Ethan will see this. He's probably already on his way to kill her... and we all know of the weapons he has."

"If Ethan gets in our way," Sammy yelled over the panic, "We'll kill him." Sammy trotted out the doggy door first, the others following, as though walking straight into battle.

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I watched Satan cautiously after what he had said, as he was near the cats. What does he mean? "No more 'Chosen' Ones on our side?"

"You've done well, Blackie. You and Spooky both. I just wanted to say that I truly appreciate you two." Both of the cats smiled deviously up at Satan.

"It's what we do. Impress others," Blackie spoke confidently, brushing past Satan's leg, her thick tail flicking slightly.

"Yep," Spooky agreed, trying to mimic Blackie. Yet, she tripped over Satan's foot, and stumbled, almost to her death. I chuckled to myself. She rolled like a cow would down a hill, and then struggled to get back up.

"Here, allow me," Satan spoke graciously. He bent down to lift her.

Yet, there was a sound of flesh being torn, and then he ripped Spooky's heart right out of her body. I seathed in shock. Blackie turned quickly, seeing Spooky's body drop, alongside her heart out of Satan's hand.

"You're next," Satan spoke demonically. The cat took off for the hills, Satan leaping after her. "Ethan! Help me!" Satan commanded me.

But for some odd reason, I didn't care what happened. I listened to hear the chase come to the front door, and looked out of our abandoned warehouse, watching as the cat scurried off, untouched and unharmed.

Satan screamed in frustration, throwing stuff around our front room. I couldn't help but to smirk at Satan's yet again another attempt to get back at "The Spirit".