VENGANZA

HEART RATE 115

I heard the cracking of my bones and he freed me then he run inside the apartment. I felt alarmed when I remembered that there are knives inside, I tried to stand up and luckily I succeed.

"Ssshhhiiiit!"

I growled again in pain because of my arm. I supported it using my other arm and I run inside the apartment. He was so busy finding something and I slowly walked in where I put the all knives, making sure he was unaware of what I was doing. I got startled when he turned and his eyes turned red seeing me still alive and moving. I hurriedly went in to grab the knives but he pushed the chair and hit my knee in the process but I didn't pay attention to the pain. All I could think about in my racing mind is that I need a knife. Limping, with a broken arm that needs support wasn't enough for him. He pushed another chair and another till I lost count but I endured the pain hitting my body repeatedly. My knees feel weak and I can feel my vision slowly fading but with all that I have, I stayed conscious. At this point, I am actually thankful for the pain because it's the only thing keeping me awake. He is annoyed with how I'm keeping up with everything. I tried grabbing a knife again as fast as I can seeing that he is ready to attack me once more and luckily, I was able to picked up a knife.

"Sshhiii..!"

Growling in pain, I removed the hand supporting my injured arm to prepare throwing the knife at him. He smirked when he saw me struggling. He looks so sure of himself and I can clearly see the triumph in his eyes as he picked up a massive steel on the floor. But if he thinks he can kill me with that, he got another thing coming. I threw the knife straight to his eyes before he can attack me, BULLSEYE! shouted my mind when it hit him where I wanted and knocked him down. He was cursing and groaning in pain, shouting profanities at me. I picked two more knives and I walked towards him still limping.

"This will be the last."

I stab his eye with the first knife and lodge the other to his chest. He screamed. I stepped on the knife hard, burrying it on his chest deeper and he growled. I checked if he is still breathing and to my dismay, yes he is but I know not for long. I stood up, looking at the near lifeless body with mock and satisfaction.

"I need to change."

I make my way to the shower room, deciding not to come back here again. I buried the dead body and it was too much of a struggle because of my arm.

Throwing the shovel away, I sighed. I will make sure that this will be the last time I will kill someone innocent. I showered again and after drying my body, I pulled a shirt and jeans in my bag. I place all my knives inside it and the memory of when I first came here flashed in my mind. I feel the heat of hot tears threatening to form in my eyes but girls like me don't cry. I throw my bag in my shoulder and made my way to the door without looking back. I should leave the memories here to stay and allow myself to start again, finding that beast without involving innocent lives.

Feeling the gaze and curious looks from the people, I hid my face in the cap I wore then I swung the door of the restaurant open. I rounded my eyes inside. No sign of any Red Force boy. I sat in the vacant seat in an unoccupied table. This restaurant is our meet up place.

"Can I sit?"

I looked up and rolled my eyes seeing this person is who I'm looking for.

"Where's my food?"

He acted shock like it was the first time he heard me asking for food.

"Where did you get that bruises?"

I hid my face again in the cap.

"It's not your business. Go and order me some food."

I saw him looked away. He had a look of frustration in his eyes but I ignored it.

"Don't you hear anything?"

"I heard everything."

"Then go and order now."

"Oh! I think it's also not my business."

I gave him a death glare for that sarcastic remark.

"What happened?"

"I scratched it."

"You~WHAT?!"

"Do I need to say it again?"

"That was the lamest excuse I've ever heard."

"Go and get me some food now."

He stood up.

"Let's eat in another place."

"No, I want it here."

"Okay."

He started to walk away.

"Fine! Wait!"

I grabbed my bag and instantlt shut my eyes tight.

"Shit!"

The pain in my arms is getting more prominent now.

"What happened?"

"NOOO!"

He stretched my arm and I can feel the tears running down on my face. He checked my arm and he looked at me with a look of disbelief in his eyes about what just happened to my arm.

"Did you scratch it also?"

I nod slightly as an answer, he sighed in annoyance.

"Let's go to the hospital."

"No, I'm fine."

"No, you're not."

"I'm really okay, I'm just hungry. Starving, actually."

He glared at me like he wants to strangle me.

"Oww!! Yeah, yeah I'm not okay. It really hurts, Ouch! I am really in pain now, let's hurry to the hospital."

I said it like I'm asking a lollipop from him. Yes, I admit, I am afraid of him when he glares at me like that.