The Doctor's Daughter

Chapter 24

A horn blows from outside, loud and obnoxious, signaling battle. We all rush out, weapons held high and war cries ringing out in the open air. The paths that were for fandoms are now all mixed together, creating a field of dirt and ripped grass. Everyone dahses towards enemies of their own, usually with the rest of their fandom. I let the war swallow me, engulfed in fighting and surrrounded by pain. Through it all, I can see my enemy, and anger makes my hands tremble. Its what I would call a cold fury, threatening but smart, which is the most dangerous. Red anger makes a person do irrational things without thought, and easily can get you killed. But cold fury keeps you calm and collected, so your'e able to think and plot brilliant war plans for the revenge that you so yearn for.

I now walk throught the jumble of people, and keep my eyes trained on my enemy, who stands on the other side of the field, where no one battles. Though they are fighting, the fandoms still manage to move out of my way as they escape danger, in what I assume is respect for my leadership. I tread my path at a quickenig pace, but a steady one, unwavering from my target. My hand is clasped onto the handle of my sheathed sword, and my other sits in my pocket, clutching my gun.

Carl holds a cleaver-like sword, sharp and satanic seeming, and a chill goes down my spine. He looks so empty, yet so firey and angry. But then a humorless smirk errupts on my face, and I laugh a chilling laugh. He is intellligent, I can see it in his swift movements and emotionless face. However, he has no clue that I wasn't raised to be just intelligent. I was taught to be  more than brlliant, something he can't match. And it will be the cause of his very painful demise.

I reach him, and we stand barely five feet away from the other, an insurmountable distance that I itch to close. However, though chaotic screams cry out from the fight, we talk over the brutal war.

"So you finally figured it all out. Solved my puzzle, quickly, if I might add. Pity, it was fun to watch." Carl frowns mockingly after saying his cruel sentence, and I begin to think of how it was all a setup. Every word said, every kiss, everything that we went through. It was all a big, fat lie. And that knowledge is enough to give me what I needed; strength and hatred, smart hatred.

"Oh, your clearly mistaken. The only pity I see is that your incompetence has gotten you to a horrible problem, the last problem, when you had such good potential to to great things to this world. Instead, you will die, and never be missed. How sad," I finish in a nasty teasing  face, frowing with fake despair. Then I laugh a cruel laugh. "Yes,I have solved your little puzzle, but have you solved mine? Because yours wasn't hard, you see, but mine is. You might just die without ever knowing."

Carl sheaths his demonic weapon and looks to me in what I would  hope is genuine curiosity. "I wasn't aware that there was a puzzle for me to solve. It can't be about our fake relationship, because you actually loved me, so what did you trick me on?"

I smirk, and tighten my grip on my gun inconspicuosly. He continues to think, trying to see what I did, trying to find his mistake. In less than a second, I pull my gun from my pocket and shoot him in the leg, watching him crumple to the ground with a cry. Then I'm on top of him, us wrestling for the kill. I punch him square in the nose, hearing the satisfying crunch of broken bones and watching the blood ooze from the injury. The tables turn, and suddenly I'm underneath him. A hit to my jaw sends my thoughts sprawling, and I practically see stars. But a push through it, and after kneeing him in a "certain area", I push the groaning boy off of me. Now I'm on top of him again, and more punches fly from both ends. I feel blood trickling down my forehead and ignore it, standing up over Carl, who lays on the ground, struggling to get up.

I put my foot on his chest, pushing him down to the ground and defeating his futile attempts to attack again. I pick up my sword, which lie forlorn in the mud, and I press its point against Carl's bare neck. "Did you figure out my puzzle yet, sweetheart? Do you want to know what it is?" I ask tantilizingly. Breathing heavily, I continue when he silently nods with fury in his every feature.