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No.
It can’t be.
“Mother!” I cry out, although I know already that there will be no answer.
The two bodies lying at my feet are unmoving. Their lifeless gaze is forever embedded in my brain.
Blood!
There’s so much blood!
Rage begins to course through me as my eyes fill up with tears. Rage at what’s been done to them. Rage at not being here to help them. Rage at not being able to prevent this. Rage at the senselessness of it all as I fight off the grief that’s threatening to leave me paralyzed.
“Alicia!” I choke, but I know it’s too late. My mother and sister are lying lifeless in a pool of blood. A tall man hovers over them with a knife in his hand. He spins toward me and then smiles. It’s cold. Laced with evil.
“Ivanov’s heir. Here at last.” There’s menace in his voice, but I can’t take my eyes off my mother and sister. Alicia’s eyes stare at me lifelessly. My mother’s throat has been slit from ear to ear.
It’s not fair!
If only I had made it in time!
I could have prevented this!
“No,” I whisper as the pain hits me. For a second, I pray that this is a bad dream I need to wake up from. But as the man advances with the knife in his hand still dripping blood, I know none of this is a dream.
I want to drop to my knees and cry out, but there’s no time for that.
Not in this world.
Not inmyworld.
At this moment, that becomes painfully obvious.
It takes everything to jump at the last minute when the man charges, slashing with the knife.
“I see we want to play,” he smirks as he spins to where I’ve bounded out of reach. I duck sharply an instant before the sharp blade reaches me. His face changes from amusement to fury in a millisecond.
“This will end in one of two ways; you die fast…or slow and painful. You choose,” he says. I glance around frantically, looking for something to use as a weapon. I can’t stay out of reach forever. And if he catches me, I’m dead.
“Come on, boy! I don’t have all day,” he says, and fury rises within me. He is still covered in blood. My mother’s and sister’s blood.
“You know, your sister was like you,” he sneers. “Feisty little bitch. I should have fucked her before slitting her throat.” He palms his cock, and I see red.
“No!” I scream, charging toward him. Nothing matters to me anymore. He is going to pay and he’ll pay with his blood. And now I have the element of surprise as I jump on his back, knocking the knife from his hand.
He outweighs me by at least a hundred pounds, but the weight I do have is bearing down on his throat as I wrap my arm around his neck. He grunts and thrashes, clawing at my arm as I cut the air from his lungs.
Rage, pain…pure lust for vengeance have turned me deadly.
“Pay! You’re going to pay,” I half-sob, barely able to see past the blinding fury. Even when he goes lax, I don’t release my hold on him.
He starts to sink to the floor. Sinking into the blood of my mother and sister. I grit my teeth at the sight of it. I squeeze my eyes shut and grip harder until he drops to his knees.
It’s a mistake. I don’t realize he’s reached for his blade until white hot pain sears down my face and over my eye.
“Aaaaah!” I snarl, blinking through my own blood, though I do not release my hold. I don’t even release it when he plunges the knife into my belly and twists it. A second slash to my shoulder has me fighting back a strangled scream, but this time I’m ready. Turning away, I drag an arm from his throat and twist the knife from his hand. With a strength driven by grief and hatred, I rear back and stab the blade into his throat, hacking through flesh and then cartilage.
I fall away from him, staring numbly at where he kneels for a moment, gaping at me in surprise.
