The Killing Dance (Snow White and the Seven Reapers)

Chapter Six

I heard a crack sound as I twisted to strike a kick at this guy's wrist, and the knife he was clutching fell to the floor. Nang nakatayo ako ng ayos ay ginamit ko ang balikat ng lalaki na sinipa ko para makapag-tumbling. My right foot directly hit the shoulders of the guy on his back with so much force that it caused him to kneel on the ground. Habang ang kaliwang paa ko naman ay naitapak ko sa lupa, pero nabigla ako ng may lalaking sumulpot sa harapan ko.

He tried to punch me, but before he could deliver his punch, I dove to my right and forcefully drilled my fist into his right eye, and then he screamed in pain. Narinig ko na may sumigaw ng pangalan ko, pero binalewala ko iyon. Focusing my eyes at him and his gang, I smirked at him, and that seems to fuel his anger more.

Sila ang humarang at unang sumugod sa akin, pero sila itong galit na galit. Ako dapat ang galit, diba?

I could feel and see the stares that they were giving me. Some were disgusted, amused, playful, angry, and fearful. I didn't even glance at them and continued walking away from the parking lot. Kinuha ko ang aking phone nang maramdam ko itong mag-vibrate. It was Eden; she sent me the photo of the bastard who messed with my car.

Ramdam ko ang pag-init ng mukha ko sa galit na nararamdaman ko nang maalala ko ang mga sinabi sa akin ni Eden.

"Viktor Babkin, 20 years of age. Studying at the university, taking up business management. Member of the Bratva Family, a small group that the Russian Mafia supports."

Viktor Babkin. Oh, I know him, but he doesn't know me. Minsan na kaming nagkita, pero hindi bilang Andrea.

I was currently sitting under a tree here in the back part of the parking lot, still trying to calm myself from what happened earlier. Kinuha ko ang phone ko at isinuot ang earphones ko. I closed my eyes, blocking everything away from me while tapping my fingers with the music's beat. Muli akong napadilat nang makaramdam ako ng may kung ano na umupo sa aking hita. Looking down, it was the same kitten that I saw last week. Lumapit ito sa aking kamay at kiniskis ang ulo niya doon. I smiled before stroking the kitten's ears and closing my eyes again.

"I'm Alliyah Romonov, Austin's fiancée. It was so nice to meet you."

It popped out of nowhere in my head. Fiancée? Tss.

I snorted in an unladylike way. The nerve of that girl to call me a bitch. She was nothing but a spoiled brat,and that Riccardi—I hate him. Mayroon na pala siyang fiancé tapos lakas ng naman loob niyang sabihin that I'll be his. In his dreams. Bakit ba ako naapektuhan ng ganito?

The music suddenly stopped. I opened my eyes and tried to open it again, but I failed; the battery died. Gusto kong batukan ang sarili ko, nakalimutan ko pala na i-charge kagabi. Hinayaan ko lang na nasa tainga ko ang earphones. Ipinikit ko muli ang aking mga mata. Gusto kong matulog. Hindi na nga lang ako papasok sa first class ko.

Napakunot ako ng noo nang marinig ko ang tunog ng isang sports car na humaharurot bago ito pinatay sa aking harapan. Hindi ko na lang ito pinansin at nagpatuloy sa pagpikit. Nakarinig ako ng pagsarado ng pinto ng sasakyan. Voices, laughter, and greetings echoed around me.

"Guess who's here?" Nagmulat ako ng aking mga mata nang marinig ko ang isang pamilyar na boses.

It was the bastard himself. He was currently leaning into a black sports car.

"Viktor Babkin." I blurted his name in a mocking voice.

He smirked at me, and I sweetly smiled at him. I stood up from where I was sitting and dusted off the dirt on my jeans. Inalis ko rin ang soot ko na earphones at itinago ito sa aking bulsan. Looking at them, nasa kinse katao sila ngayon na magkakasama. Sinundan ko sila ng tingin nang magsimula maglakad ang mga kaibigan niya papunta sa kinatatayuan nito.