Forlot: Thunder Will Come Down - Book Twenty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Five

Destiny hissed as a sharp pain shot down her arm. She tried to not move her poor arm. Her hand. Her fingers. It acted lifeless. She glanced at her shoulder. Her palm was covered in bright red blood. Her own blood. Blood was spewing out of the small hole that the bullet made. She felt the silver bullet deep inside. It was as if it were a bone. Well, it was part of her now. If she took out the bullet - or tried to - she would bleed profusely.

Destiny's wavy hair fell over her face when she lowered her head to the ground. She imagined dying where she was standing. Dying in this grocery parking lot. Losing consciousness and meeting the ground. Then her spirit would leave her body and see God in all His Glory. But she would never enter Heaven, especially after she and Diversity murdered Caleb. Swapping his medicine with sleeping pills. Caleb could not differentiate because the pills were similar to the anxiety ones. Also, Destiny put the sleeping pills in the anxiety bottle.

This is why he looked like a zombie at the party. This is why he fell asleep in the car. Destiny and Diversity took him away from his family and buddies. They would not get away with it.

Destiny whipped her hair back and snarled at Ava. She wanted to tackle her and punch her face until it was all swollen. Snatch her gun and shoot her until she was no longer moving. Alive. She faced Kara. The alien was on the ground with her back against the back of a car. Her hands were over her wound. She was not bleeding a lot like Destiny. Destiny vowed to murder Kara if - when - she got the gun. Kara would tell Cindy how Caleb died. Destiny and Diversity did not want to kill their favorite cousin. They wanted her and Marty to get married and live happily ever after.

It gets even worse.

Destiny turned back to Ava. She could not get that gun. She could not fight. The pain would escalate. It already was unbearable. She could have fought the pain to take down Ava. Instead, she screamed Diversity's name.

"Diversity! Diversity! Ava—"

Bang!

"Ooow!"

A bullet grazed her face. She slapped her hand over her cheek and staggered to the side. She then rammed into the back of a car and collapsed on said ground. She put her other hand on the car and grunted. She squinted at her reflection in the shiny car and uncovered her cheek - and gasped. Blood was dripping from a large cut. She looked up at Ava.

"Missed."

Ava aimed the gun at Destiny's head. "I wanted to hear you scream one last time before you meet your fate. Oh my gosh. Hearing you scream in agony warms my soul. A shame that Caleb did not cry out before his untimely death. His screams are my favorite."

Destiny quickly wiped the blood off her cheek and held her injured shoulder again. "It is about Caleb, is it not? You want me and Diversity dead because we offed him. Of all the people here, you should be the most excited."

Ava talked in a raspy voice that made Destiny shudder. "Now why would you think that? Why would you think that I would be squealing over Caleb's death? 'Cause of how I treated him?"

Destiny forced herself to her feet. "You have absolutely no right to judge me and Diversity." She pointed at her and gazed into her colored eyes. "You abused Caleb for over a year."

Ava placed a finger on the trigger. "At least that he was still alive. I kept him alive to let him have a good life."

Destiny threw her head back and laughed maniacally.

Still aiming the gun at her head, Ava pulled the trigger. Bang!

Destiny blacked out.

Was she dead? Nope. You should know by now that no one in Forlot dies. Know why?

Hours later, Destiny awoken in a hospital bed. She was in critical condition. A needle strapped by tape pierced either arm. She was hooked up to three machines.

Sitting next to her was Cindy.