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Fucking pathetic.
By the time my watch beeps to let me know we’re done here, the room looks like a crime scene – which I guess it is, so that’s good. Means I’ve done something right tonight.
I want to keep going, but he’s barely conscious. It’s not even fun anymore.
I’m panting hard and ready to finally end this. “General?” He stirs slightly when I call his name. He’s unrecognisable. Barely human. Not that he ever was. “General? Look at me.”
I discard the large hunting knife I’ve been using to play with him and pull my trusty switchblade from my pocket. With the push of a button, the blade releases with asnick,and I raise it above the cavity of his chest where his heartshouldbe, poised and ready to strike. I wait until his cloudy eyes focus on me and register recognition.
“The Doesends her fucking regards.”
I plunge the knife down with all my force, stabbing him through the organ that is barely still pumping blood around his useless body.
He gasps, eyes widening, before going blank.
He’s gone.
Dead.
Unable to hurt my family any more.
It wasn’t enough, but it was the best I could do.
I climb off him, leaving behind everything except for my favourite blade which I wrench free of his chest and attempt to wipe clean on the bloodied bedsheets. I sheath the blade and pocket it, leaving the carnage behind me and heading for the stairs.
I leave through the front door, bold as brass, wearing the blood of my tormentor like a cape. I am the fucking hero of my story. I never needed anyone to save me. I appreciate not having to do it alone though, especially with the scent of petrol filling the night sky. Saint and his crew were working hard while I took care of business, and all that’s left for me to do, is light the match and burn that fucking hell hole to the ground.
I got a call from the administration staff today. There’s been a late scholarship application for next year.
Odile Kemp.
Once I got over the shock, a plan started to form.
People say water is cleansing, but I say it’s blood and fire that’s cathartic.
I wish I could stand here all night watching The General’s vanity palace burn, but I can’t. There’s one more player on the chess board that needs taking out. And the queen still has the most power while the game’s in play.
I turn my back on my past and stride towards the road where the car is waiting. The Gods have a plan to get me in front of Axel’s father, and I’m more than happy to go along with it.
“Did you enjoy that?” Saint asks, opening the door for me so I can climb into the back of the limo with The Gods.
I smile at him. “I did.”
There’s no point telling him it’s a bittersweet revenge without my loves to celebrate with. Even thinking it causes pain to lance through my body and almost paralyse me. I can’t succumb to the pain now. Not when we’re this close to checkmate.
Win first. Fall apart after.
I refuse to think any further ahead than that because I refuse to consider a life without them in it. If it weren’t for Rose…for this unborn child…I know I’d be joining them before sunrise. But that’s not an option anymore. Because the men that I need to kill tookeverythingfrom me: even my happily ever after.
This was never a fucking love story, but for a moment there I almost forgot.
The limo pulls away and we sit in silence. The Gods don’t speak to me, and I have nothing to say to them. They don’t comment on my appearance, don’t even bat an eyelid at the blood drying on my skin like a suit of armour. I guess they operate in the same shadows as my trinity did, so nothing fazes them.
It doesn’t take long to get to the Abbot manor. When the limo pulls to a stop, The Gods all turn to look at me.
“It needs to be believable,” I tell them. “Go on.”
Zeus hesitates. Axel wouldn’t have. They’re polar opposites in everything from looks to personalities, and yet Zeus still manages to command the respect of his men.
