Goodbye
Wynnona
"What does this mongrel mean father?" Growls my look alike. So, we are half related. I'm the older one. And he wants to marry me? I may vomit now.
"I told you Warren, there was a time before you that I was with a woman named Inezze." He tells his son sharply.
"And the bastard decided to have two kids with her, abandon her, stage his death, the list of things this asshole has done is endless." I say sweetly, pulling the belt of the skirt off. I move to also rip the bottom of the dress off so that my legs are free. This thing is heavy and way too warm. Warren, the man across from me gasps and covers his eyes. Giovanni lets out a lethal cackle, tossing his head back. I then notice the subtle way he moves his arms, obvious only to me that he is trying to free himself. I scan the room, taking into note the guard and maid that look oddly familiar, this causes me to smirk softly to myself.
"You are indecently dressed under that dress." Warren squeaks, blushing. I laugh, deciding it will be fun to torment him.
"Has the poor virgin boy never seen a naked woman before?" I ask innocently, cocking my hip to the side while crossing my arms over my chest. "Am I not allowed to feel comfortable in my body?" My friends start to laugh at this. Warren keeps his hand over his eyes, his face going the same scarlet of his hair. The maid and guard I recognize attempt to hold back laughter as well.
"You may be confident in your body, however no wife of mine will showcase parts of herself for only me to see to the world." He growled possessively. The others stop laughing, Brett and Keya glaring at him while Giovanni and I communicate through a single look. In one swift moment, perfectly timed, Giovanni snaps the cuffs around his wrists, rushing the closest guard and taking their gun after snapping their neck. He fires off a couple shots, killing every guard in the room but one. He then trains the gun on our father.
At the same time, he does that, I take the sword from Warren, knocking him to his knees and placing the sword to his throat, pressing it into his neck.
"How dare you?" Growls the dark-skinned woman beside Florence, my supposed father.
"I haven't killed him yet." I sigh, really wishing to. "Gio, will you shut her up?" I ask him in my sweetest voice. He smiles from the spot beside me he's taken up.
"With pleasure." He answers coolly, firing off a shot. The blast hits her dead between the eyes, her limp body crumbling to the ground. Florence starts to step towards us, but Giovanni moves his gun to him. "I wouldn't daddy dearest, I'm a very good shot and can't tell you what I'll do now that I'm angry." I smile, holding Warren in place.
"End this war now Florence." I tell him, keeping the sword on Warren's neck sharply, steady, a continuous reminder that I hold his life in my hands and a threat. "End all of this and I'll spare my twin's life." I tell him, the warning is very real. The guard and maid I recognized are now helping Keya and Brett out of their cuffs. I now see the worried faces of Jake and Athena. They must have gotten baby Keith to Roe and they are hiding somewhere.
"There is no war, Needledrop was meant to control the universe." He tells me factually, starting to step towards us. He gets a little too close, causing me to move the blade tighter to Warren's neck breaking the first couple layers of skin. "I am a God. God's do not bow down to mere mortals." I roll my eyes.
"Then you won't be missing a couple mortal playthings." I smile sweetly, digging the blade into Warren's neck as far as I can, ripping the sword through more than half of his neck, gracing the bones at the back of his neck. He reaches up, clutching his neck while reaching out to his father. Florence looks terribly angry, causing me to place a wall of scorching hot blue flames between us, another wall of ice behind it placed by Giovanni.
"Get out!" Giovanni shouts to the others. The wall of ice melts as Florence walks through the fire, not at all bothered. I reach down into my boots, pulling out two hidden daggers and getting into a defensive stance beside Giovanni in front of the others.
"You are children compared to me." Growls Florence, raising a hand. The door behind us slams shut, a ring of searing red flames surrounding the lot of us. Brett goes to stand beside Giovanni, grabbing a gun of his own. Keya produces a staff, taking up the spot beside me. Florence smirks, two people coming to join him. Gunther and another boy with a gold lip piercing. Gunther charges right at Keya instantly. She easily dodges, holding her own against him. The other boy takes on Brett and Giovanni, easily fighting against both men.
I take on Florence, swinging my knives at him with incredible speed. He dodges each one, some of them grazing past his face, hair, and clothes. I kicked at his stomach, hitting the stab wound I gave him when he took me from my ship. He hunches over, giving me the opportunity to slam my knee into his nose and shove him to the ground.
"This is the end of you and Needledrop." I tell him, placing my dagger to his neck.
"Wynnona!" A shrill, desperate voice cries out to me. I turn my head to see Keya, on her knees in front of Gunther. Her hair is balled in his fist. Gunther has his other hand on her chest.
"You know, I think I hear more then one heartbeat here." Gunther laughs with a sick smile. Keya's pregnant again. Shit. I completely ignore Florence, trying to get to her. Florence, however, has other plans. He grabs me, holding me in place and forcing me to watch.
"Gunther take your hands off of her now or I swear to the Elder gods-" he rolls his eyes at me, going back to Keya. He whispers something to her making her whimper and cry. He digs his hand into her chest. In one swift motion, he rips her heart out, tossing her behind him. He crushes the organ in his hand, dropping it at her limp feet. I stop fighting to get free, my eyes wide and trained to Keya. Memories of her flash through my head as hot tears fall down my face.
So many things she would never have. She wouldn't get to see Keith running, learning, loving, growing. She is gone, a part of my being- no, my very soul has just been ripped from me. Florence kicks my knees from behind, making me fall to the ground. He grabs at my hair, growling harshly in my ear.
"What good has this mortal love brought you?" I watch Athena and Jake rush to Keya, Athena clutching the limp body to her, crying. My heart clenches as my body starts to go numb. Gunther punches me across the face, making me fall onto my stomach and roll to my back. Keya would want me to survive, to fight back.
Gunther's heel comes into my vision, coming down on my face. I roll out of the way, standing. Florence charges me, one of my discarded daggers in his hand. I barely manage to dodge it, stumbling slightly. It feels like the strength in my body has left, my muscles are numb.
I'm not lucky enough to dodge the second swing of the dagger.
It cuts over my cheek, barely missing my eye, and cutting through my eyebrow. I hiss in pain, stumbling back. Gunther hits me in the face, making me fall to the ground and cry out in pain. I slowly start to try and get up when a harsh kick hits my stomach, knocking the air from my lungs for a good couple seconds. I think I heard a rib crack too. I cough up blood, spitting the copper tasting liquid from my mouth.
I look up, right eye squeezed shut, to see Giovanni and Brett both on their knees by Keya.
"I get to kill the bitch then your bastard brothers, did you know it was my birthday?" Gunther asks me, skipping over to them. He pulls out a gun, shooting Brett in the head. I feel more than to see Brett die. It feels like a part of me is dying, being ripped from me. I can't watch as Giovanni dies, I can't. If I do, I know I won't be strong enough to stand back up. The world seems to go quiet and slow.
"Come on kid, you can do this." Artemis' voice rings in my ears.
"Get up baby girl." Papa's voice comes after her, then Dad.
"You were always strong, stronger than some man." A challenge from Dad.
"Stand for what you believe my dear, stand and fight." Inezze, the mother I only knew for a year speaks.
"You'll have to do this without us, but you can Wyatt." Keya's voice says making me cry harder.
"What? You haven't beaten this guy yet Allen, I leave for two seconds and everything goes to shit." Brett teases me.
"Wynnona, we will always be with you my dear, my little love." Comes a voice I remember. It is softer than that of the Florence leading Needledrop, but the same deep gravel. I remember a time when that same soft voice sang me dreadful songs horrendously off key. Being called his Little Love. Time speeds up again and I finally let all the pain and hurt I've bottled up from years of my life out in a single scream.
The room around me shakes as I cry out. Cry out for the family I've now lost. For the parents that never got to raise me and the ones that did get to. Flames erupt from my body like a volcano, engulfing the room as the glass starts to shatter and crack. A set of hands grab me, lifting me into their arms. I pass out before I can figure out who it is or where they are taking me. At this point I don't care. I just want this aching pain to stop.
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I wake up to the touch of cold hands. I open my eyes to see Jake nursing my eye wound. Athena cuddles a sleeping Keith to her chest. Giovanni holds a crying Roe close to him, a pack of ice against his eye. The mood of the room is chilling, deadly silent.
"She's awake." Jake says softly, as if trying not to break the fragile balance of the room. I sit up slowly, taking note of the stiffness in my body, going to stand up. I stumble slightly, grabbing hold of the metal table some medical stuff is on.
"What happened?" I ask hoarsely, voice scratchy and gravely.
"Wynnona-" Jake starts to try and comfort me.
"What. Happened?" I ask more forcefully. A part of me knows what happened, but I need to hear it. There is silence again until Giovanni sighs, tossing his ice pack away. Roe leaves his chest, going to Jake.
"We lost Wyatt, we lost." Giovanni growls, sounding angry and defeated. Pain and anger boil in my veins. I drag my hands across the table, sweeping everything off. I lose my balance, falling to the ground. Tears fall from my eyes as I weep for the loss of Brett and Keya. Giovanni is instantly beside me, comforting me. He rubs circles on the back of my neck, holding me to his firm chest.
"Mama." I look up at the sound of Roe's mournful voice. "What are we going to do?" He asks. The defeat in his voice kills me. I open my arms to him, pulling him into me.
"I don't know baby, but we will figure something out I promise." I kiss his forehead as I continue to cry, holding him close. I feel soft lips on my temple and a slim arm wrap around my shoulders.
"We moved Keith into our room, she needs to go for a nap." Athena tells me, sending me her comfort through her eyes and touch. "I also managed to grab these for you." She gives me another two kisses, placing two rings in my hand. They are the ones my Papa and Dad wore as wedding rings; the ones Brett and Keya wore as wedding rings. I cry a little harder in Roe as I hold him a little tighter, clutching the rings in my fist. For now, we will mourn the loss of our family. But soon, very soon, all Needledrop will get what's coming to them.
I will rip Needledrop apart piece by piece to stop them.