First Draft || Endless Bloodshed

23. She Was No More

This might sound a bit Bipolar but if you see anything wrong ie. spelling, missing/added words please comment it and I'll fix it. This goes for all chapters. I'm trying to make this a better book.

I had to go this way with this chapter because my mother means the world to me and it just didn't feel right.

Deadly Darkness || Chapter Twenty-Three || She Was No More.

After a quick order to place her brothers in the cells, the floor above the dungeon. Kris knew from experience that they weird would be able to hear her screams.

With a disturbing sense of humor Kris dragged Annabell kicking and screaming by her hair down to the dungeon, passing by aghast pack members.

She could almost feel the confused emotions and lost hope.

They were right to know that their leader was vicious and cruel, but only when due.

Kris threw Annabell into a thick silver and locked the thick cuffs over her wrists, ankles and once around her neck forcing her to look up into her dead black unseeing eyes.

Annabell hurled insults at Kris hardly stopping for breathe, a hard slap took her aback.

Also thankfully stopping her annoying voice.

"Now now that's no way to treat your daughter now is it.

Annabell spat in Kris's face as an answer

Fury raged through Kris, she was going to kill the fucking bitch in the worst way she knew how.

Kris wiped of the spit and sent a hard and powerful punch to Annabell's stomach. Making her gasp for air, feeling pain she had never before experienced.

"Now mother-"

"I am not your mother!" Annabell snarled.

Kris snarled back at the disrespect that she has the gull to show her.

"I know you wished you never birthed me blah blah blah" she mocked.

"Hahaha Julian was a who're threw and threw like your real mother, and you know what I did to her?" Annabell taunted her, "I slit her throat open and watched as she gasped for air as blood gushed from her."

Kris stood lifelessly still, she could sense the truth of her words.

How was this kept hidden from her? Her real birth mother was dead?

Kris regained control of herself, this didn't change the matter at hand.

Picking up a short curved knife from the bench just if to the side, she showed of the blade to Annabell.

"See this sword? Just putting you finger on the blade will have your finger bleeding. Put pressure and it would take your finger off. Now imagine it slicing through your skin". Kris taunted.

If anything the torture she endured as a child built up her pain tolerance and taught her that thinking about the oncoming pain was sometimes worst then the actual pain.

Kris delighted in the sound of her frantic heart as she was assaulted by the scent of her overbearing fear.

Many years ago she had been told by an elderly man, that if she took revenge of those who hurt her she would be no better.

In a fit of rage she had killed him, only to realize after, that he been right.

But she had never proclaimed to be better, if anything she was worse, but they wouldn't and hadn't stopped her.

Red clouded her vision as she laid into Annabell, punch after punch. Never taking notice of the screams, breaking bones or her own bloody fist.

Finally, when stepped back Annabell hung her head as she bleed.

The smell was repulsive almost inducing her gag reflex, Annabell wasn't so lucky and vomited all over herself.

Turning her back on the sobbing mess Kris revisited the bench, letting her hand glide over the instruments of pain.

Her hands hovered between throwing knifes and acid filled darts.

What to decide, what to decide?

Shugging her shoulders Kris picked both and walked back over to the unconscious bleeding, vomit covered mess.

"Wake up" Kris demand, when Annabell didn't respond she slapped her across the face, waking her up instantly and painfully.

In an innocent voice Kris begun, "Now we are going to play a game. Its all very easy for your simple mind. All you have to do is answer nicely and truthfully". Kris's voice took on a deadly tone, "But lie to me and to get a knife". She gestured to the knife tucked into her pants.

"First question, What is my real mother's name?"

"Good for nothing who-" she didn't get to finish as a knife found its way into her lower abdomen.

Kris could hear the liquid seeping from her body, but couldn't find it in herself to care.

"Wrong answer" Kris chimed.

Two knives later Annabell gave in, "Her name was Trevor, nobody ever knew her true specie"

"See what happens when we everyone plays nice?"

Once Kris was happy with all the answers she could get out of Annabell, said woman slumped inches from death in the chair.

Wanting to draw out her pain Kris shot all nine acid filled darts at Annabell, insuring her last few seconds would pass with her in bloodcurdling pain.

Other then the sound of  Kris's feet walking to the exit was the sound of Annabell's slowing heartbeat.

She stopped with hand gripping tight on the doorknob only opening the door when she took her last breath and her heart stopped.

"She Was No More".

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I know its short but it didn't feel right to add a different POV.

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