Page 180 of Fatality

He lunges, I let him hit me.

His fist crashes into my jaw, snapping my head to the side and splitting my lip, the coppery taste of blood floods my mouth.

Slowly, I turn back to face him.

Smiling.

I lick the blood from my lip.

The pain dampeners are already doing their job, making the blow feel like it came from a child.

“Good. Very good.” I pull my hands from my pockets. “My turn.”

His eyes widen, he turns and limps toward the open kitchen, grabbing a knife.

One of my eyebrows rises.

“So, we’re using weapons now?” I tilt my head. “Go ahead.” I grin. “I don’t need one.”

I lunge at him, in a split second, I'm standing five feet away, and then suddenly, I'm on top of him.

With one hand, I grab his throat and start tightening my grip, cutting off his air supply.

“Not so funny when it's the other way around, huh?” I lean forward, my voice filled with rage.

As I straighten up, I tighten my grip even further.

His eyes bulge, his face turning red from lack of oxygen, and I can't help but grin at the sight.

But then, I feel something warm spreading on my skin, I look down to see that the knife he had, is now impaled in my pectoral.

The blood spreads rapidly, staining my shirt black shirt crimson.

I blink once, twice, and then look back at him, still holding onto his throat.

I release him and grab the handle of the knife instead.

He's gasping for air, clutching at his throat in desperation.

I yank the knife out and turn it in my hand, looking at it now drenched in my own blood.

I feel the sharp pain of severed muscle, but the dampeners dull the worst of it.

My gaze lifts, and I stare at this bastard who dared to stab me.

A twisted sense of satisfaction fills me as I bring the knife to my mouth and lick my own blood off.

“So, you like playing with knives?”

I grab his good wrist with my free hand and slap it hard against the kitchen island.

He's struggling and moving around so much that it's difficult for me to keep his wrist unmoving.

“Don't!” he screams in panic. “What the hell are you doing? Let me go!”

I bring the knife down, just inches away from his skin.

“I'm cutting your hands off since you were so eager to strangle her to death.”