Self-Seeker

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Reluctantly, they kneeled before her, all with different emotions stirring within them. One had quaking legs, a trembling lip and pleading eyes. She hadn't said a word, knowing from their last encounter that Genesis didn't care to hear her speak.

Another did the complete opposite - spurting eleventh-hour apologies as she pathetically begged for mercy. Genesis was disappointed, after all her empty threats she had at least expected her to go down with some dignity intact.

The last was eerily quiet, he had a sadistic smile on his lips as his eyes stared up at her. It concerned Genesis - just a little - that he looked as if he still knew something that she didn't. He looked like he had won, but she knew better.

Despite their varied reactions, there was one inescapable fact that they all shared in common. They were going to die today.

It hadn't taken long for Genesis to track her family down at the end of the building. Where they had been trying to escape like cowards out of the back door. Genesis beat them to their vehicle and sliced the tires. When they realised the car was unable to move, they came crawling out into her playground like moths to a flame. Then, as they inched together in fear, straining their eyes in the darkness to try and find her - she struck like a ghost in the mist.

One second she was there, then suddenly she was gone again. Slicing and cutting them until all they could do is bleed. Genesis made her torture look like an art form as she danced in circles around them. She had moved too fast for them to retaliate, and cut too deep for them to run.

When they were depleted, she tied their arms behind their backs, connecting them all on one large rope and towed them painfully back inside. She snickered at their mumbled protests and cries of pain. How she had longed for this moment to come.

Genesis lined them up to face her, and placed a chair in front for her to sit on. She removed the mask from her face, wanting them to remember the person who took their lives from them, as they had done to her all those years ago.

That brought them to their current situation. Her mother petrified, her sister remorseful, and her father ready to accept his fate.

"If you kill us now, you'll never know the truth about why your parents left you on our doorstep."

"Enough." Genesis spat, backhanding Jazmine across the face to put an end to her pitiful begging. The force was so strong that her head whipped to the side and blood began to trickle out of her nostril.

Jazmine's eyes lit up in fury, Genesis had known her repentance was only a failed tactic to have her life prolonged.

"What gives you the right to play judge, jury and executioner?" Jazmine asked angrily as she rose to her feet between her parents.

Genesis walked calculatingly behind Jazmine and kicked the back of her knee to drop her to the ground again. She pressed her hands down on her shoulders, ensuring to apply pressure to the deep cuts she had inflicted. Jazmine hissed in agony. Genesis then lowered herself to speak softly in her sister's ear.

"You know what, Jazzy? You're right." She agreed, moving in front of them again to sit back down in her seat. Confusion washed over Jazmine's face.

"I am?"

"Yes. Whether you live or die tonight is not my call to make." Genesis started, her sister's features visibly relaxed. It was amusing that Jazmine thought she was off the hook - Genesis smirked at her gullibility.

"It isn't my call, because it's his." Genesis revealed, gesturing towards their father who had kneeled there smugly the entire time. As much as she blamed Jazmine for leaving her, it was him who had tormented and used her in a way that no father should treat their child - biological or otherwise. He deserved a fate far worse than what hell could produce, she thought.