"100 Ways To Die."
Alejandro.
Alejandro had been geared up to guide Isis as she drove but he was pleasantly surprised.
She took the wheel and sped down the empty street, tearing the still night apart.
"Whoaahhh, slow down babygirl. I can't die without an heir to the throne."
Did he just call her that?
When he saw that Isis was oddly quite, he had assumed that she was just focusing on the wheel.
Especially because they were in a sports car.
Many women feared driving sports cars but Isis kicked the gears higher, as the engine sung to the lone, palmtree-filled roads.
Alejandro looked at her in awe. He pressed a button briefly, which caused the sunroof to open midway.
He didn't want Isis to get too cold but he could tell that she did need a bit of air.
Isis relished the roaring winds that twirled in her curly tresses and whistled in her ears.
"Are you okay?" he shouted, as he tried to get his voice across the noise of the engine and the howling wind.
She nodded.
No, you're not. And I'm sorry about that.
Having Isis drive, gave him time to think about some things he didn't have the time to reflect on.
He looked at Isis.
She had a kind of understated beauty, perhaps it was because she was so disarmingly unaware of her prettiness. Her caramel-mocha skin was completely flawless.
Her side profile looked like an odalisque in an ancient Greek museum.
She was teaching him what the opposite of everything he had ever known, was.
Whatever witty retort he had, she had one better.
She was beautiful, smart, funny, sincere, and undeserving of his ruthlessness.
Whatever he was trying to protect her from, was futile because he was the number one bandit. The number one sorcerer in her life.
He felt his heart beginning to ache.
He didn't even know where she was driving to and he was hoping they'd talk when suddenly, Isis made a u-turn.
The fuck?
Isis.
Isis just wanted Alejandro to stop fussing over her.
Especially if he could've just been playing a game.
She had no time to think about Alejandro and his Donald Duck shit.
She had a heavy heart. She felt like somebody was sitting on her chest.
Something was not right.
She couldn't get her mind off of her grandmother.
She thought about her mother too.
If her grandmother was aware of her mother's ordeals, then her mother would definitely put one and two together and make out that she was the one who had warned her to escape.
But that didn't make sense because her grandmother didn't imply that her mother knew that she knew that she might have had something to do with the death of her father.
Isis' head was spinning. And Alejandro wouldn't shut up.
Or stop looking at her.
She could feel his eyes on her, from the corners of her eyes.
Isis gathered her thoughts once again and tried to make sense of them.
If dad died because of something that mom had something to do with, then that's the same reason why she'd want me to be dead right? But she'd be smart enough to know that I wouldn't be that smart without somebody else inducing such an action. And also, even though that wasn't the case,she knew I was close to Mami, so I'd tell her about my plans to escape. Mom would then confront Mami, possibly putting her in danger...
OH. MY. GOD.
Isis hit the brakes and turned into the road that lead back to her house.
She raced down the street, even faster than she was going.
I'm practically teaching myself how to Tokyo drift. Wow!
She ignored Alejandro's pleas for her to slow down and stepped on it even harder.
"Isis!"
She reached the car's maximum speed and started to slow down once she turned into her street.
She didn't want to warn her mother of their arrival, in case she was was doing something horrible.
She parked about 5 blocks away from her house and got out of the car in a lightning speed.
"Isis, what's going on?" she heard Alejandro shout behind her, as he tried to keep up.
"My grandmother could be in danger! I need to make sure she's okay!"
With that, Alejandro sprinted ahead of her and reached her house before she could get there.
She caught up to him and found that the lights in the house were all on.
"Oh my God, Mami!", she whispered.
She attempted to run into the house but Alejandro stopped her.
"Let me."
Aisha.
Aisha had barged into her mother's room and found her sitting in her bed, with a rosary in her hand.
"Hello Aisha, you've come to eliminate me as well?"
Aisha's eyes grew wide.
She could not believe what she was hearing.
How did she know? And how much did she know? Did she tell Isis everything that she knew? Or maybe it was a way to get her to confess her other crimes.
"If you take one more step forward, that will be your doom. I've already informed the police that if anything should happen to me, they should immediately get out a warrant for your arrestation."
She is fricken smart! But I don't give a damn. I can always pass it off for a burglary, and since Isis has gone, it would be perfect to pass this off as a robbery. I can take advantage of Isis' almost-empty room and also state that she had been kidnapped in the process. They won't be anything to prove if they don't find anything incriminating.
Aisha smiled evilly as her wicked thoughts were about to transcend into action.
"I'm going to kill you mother. Just like I exterminated all of the others. That's what you wanted to hear right?"
"Oh, I know about your crimes Aisha. You can't school me. I'm your mother."
You're bluffing old lady.
Aisha was dumb enough to want to start confessing her crimes before she committed a new one.
What if the crime she was going to attempt to commit, didn't follow through ?
Her thoughts made her even more determined to kill her mother as she took out the knife that she had picked up from the kitchen, on her way to her mother's bedroom.
"God has given me the power to tread over all of my enemies. Especially serpents and scorpions like yourself. I shall triumph. That is Luke 10:19. Would you even know it mother?"
She spoke these words as she lifted the knife and slowly approached her helpless mother who was now grey from fear, clutching onto her rosary for dear life.
Just as she was about to bring down the knife onto her mother, she got knocked out cold, from behind.
Aisha dropped onto the foot of her mother's bed.
The knife, accidentally driven into her chest, as she fell over it.
Aisha had specially chosen a Güde Synchros Chef's Knife for her mother, but ended up using it on none other, but herself.
Self-inflicted.