Chapter 6
"I'm not afraid of you Howel!"
Swiftly I threw the pillow beside me at his face. I know it was a pity move but it would at least distract him. I heard him grunt. I rushed and get the knife which I threw into his filthy trap. I was about to pierce the knife to his neck but when I stood up he too points the knife in my neck. I smirked as I saw his neck wounded because of what I did. It wasn't a petty move after all.
He smirked, somewhat amused by my determination in killing him. He pushed the knife away from my hand making it flew under the sofa. My eyes flew to the knife and kicked Howel's abdomen. He stepped back as a sign of pain and lose grip of his knife.
"Don't make this hard for you Dahlia." He said. Blood was flowing from his neck. But it was only a minor cut. I had to think fast about how to disarm him.
"Oh, crap!" I rushed towards him. I was about to give him a kick on his face but he grabs my foot. and kicked me on my abdomen. I smashed the wall. The pain in my back and stomach are such damn. I coughed blood. He's hell strong!
Howel headed in my direction. I can see his smirk on his evil face. He grabs my jaw. He pulled me up and pinned me on the wall. Now we're on eye level. I can see so nothing but revenge and the desire to kill me in his eyes. I spit out on his face. I can sense how annoyed he is. He wiped it out and gave me a terrible slap. My face is sore but I didn't let him notice it. He slaps me once more.
"How should I kill you eh? Should I chain you up like Julie? Slaps you with a metal bucket like Ethan? or burst your face like Reyn?" He said while clicking his tongue against his cheek. He was staring at the ceiling as if he was thinking.
"Never speak of my friends!" I shouted. "You don't deserve to even call their names!"
"Friends?" He laughed as if I was blabbering nonsense. "They planned to kill you. And I open-heartedly gave you revenge on your behalf." He was smirking, probably trying to mess with me.
"SHUT UP!" I said trying to stop his nonsense talk.
"You talk too much. Maybe I should cut your tongue first." He pulled a sword from an antique vase. He licks it like a psycho. He was about to pierce the sword in my mouth when I hold it off with my bare hands.
His force was too strong, but I kept holding on to the sword's blade. With all of my strength, I pushed it away from my face. Still, he is stronger than me. I screamed as blood starts to flow from my hands. If I hold on longer my hands could be cut off.
I kicked his manhood. He twitched in too much pain. Finally, he lets go of the sword that almost killed me. I caught for air to breathe.
That was close!
I hurried and went out of the room and run towards the alley. I saw Howel catching up but with my bruises and aching abdomen I couldn't speed up. I reached the mansion's balcony when he caught my hair. I was aching in pain from different parts of my body, but I still manage to face him.
"You think you can escape me?"
He still holds my hair. He bangs my head on the balcony's railings. I loosed balance and my vision starts to get blurry. I could also feel my forehead crying blood. He dumped me to the mansion's balcony. I grabbed his necktie as we fall together in the 10 feet river.
We both crash the water. I couldn't swim. He was swimming upward to save his life. But I didn't let him. If I'll drown He'll drown too. I know for sure that my life was useless but his life is just worthless. It's better for us to both die. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him down. He struggles but I did my best to pull him down to the bottom. I reached for his floating necktie. I strangle it to his neck as I tie it tighter.
Tighter and tighter as we crash the bottom and Howel not being able to breathe. I grab the rock near and hit His head. That's for my friends, damn!
Blood starts to mix with the river's water but before I could fully pulverize his head an arm pulled me away from Howel and an inch away from drowning myself. I caught air as I head the lands and again it was Ethan. He looks pale but the glow in his eyes never changed. He hugged me. Finally, I felt relieved, calm, and at peace.
"You're not like him." He said. "You're not a murderer Dahlia."
I cried. I saw my hands trembling with a deep cut from the sword earlier. I was blinded by anger that I didn't notice that I was turning into a murderer too.