Blood of Revenge

Chapter 4

"You don't want to do that," I hissed with the most poker-faced expressions I could give.

The main-man raised his eyebrow, "What makes you think I don't? I've killed a billion stupid girls like you, what makes you think you're so special?"

"Well.... I just helped a boy escape from your wrath while one of your men was there. Not to forget the fact that he looks like a grizzly bear while I look like a rabbit."

His eyes drift to Simon who looked even more frightened then me at that point. I was wondering why until I heard the sound, I feared the most.

The sound of a gun.

I looked at Simon who was lying on the ground on his back. Arms Splayed. Legs Twisted. Eyes wide open. His shirt stuck to his chest. Blood drippled down his nose, slid across his cheek, into his ear.

I let another murder happen and I didn't stop it.

I wasn't expecting it.

Anger invaded my mind like a hot hurricane, breaking the buildings of calmness I took ages to build. It was all gone. There was nothing left but the angry sand the hurricane brought, covering my senses.

"Why the hell would you kill your own men!?"

"Because weak don't belong in our gang." His voice was dead slow, as if he was trying to warn me not to talk in a loud voice but I didn't care.

I looked at the ground and whispered to myself but it was audible to them too. "I never kill anyone because I fear what if I can do it? But I will make you want to kill yourself after this."

"What?" but I didn't answer. My eyes were quick enough to see that only one gun was pointing at me at that time. The main man's. My daggers slipped down my sleeves as I grabbed their handle. I threw the one in my right hand first, slicing his shoulder. The second one left right on time as the rest of the men raised their guns. I knew I couldn't beat them all at once and even aiming one man was useless so I aimed for the gas pipe on the left side. My dagger tore it open and hot, steaming gas gushed on their faces.

Before they started shooting blindly, I had jumped over the fence. From the other side I shouted, "Simon wasn't weak, I was just stronger than him. You may have killed a thousand girls but I'm the last of my kind. I'm special. I'm stronger than you all. Because I'm Astrid Sparks and it's not that easy to get rid of me. Like, seriously. Ask life. It's been trying."

I walked away, feeling the storm in me settle. I took deep breaths and ran out to the main road while trying to settle my hair that had gone crazy.

And that was when I realised Shoot! I left my grocery items back there!!!