Mother and father had rushed me to the hospital. Everything felt unstable and sounded blurry. I could here mother's voice.
"Save her doctor, please. Don't let my daughter die. I'm begging you."
I tried to turn my head to look around, at least at my devastated mother, but I couldn't. My body was aching from head to toe. Then, i felt a sharp pin pierce through my skin, somewhere, pushing in some liquid into my veins.
I heard the voice of the doctor who seemed to have been the one with my mother. His voice sounded grave. He said:
"Today...", snapping the glove against his hand after wearing it, " is life against money and power."
- - -
The howls of the night were heard. Smoke filled the air which was suffocating. Her hands wiggled around the burning fire while her eyes were lost in her meditation. All she needed for revenge was a doll. An old dead looking doll that was patched up. She began to mumur words the ears couldn't capture and the brain couldn't comprehended.
Creepy, she let out a laugh that was enough to wake the dead. And it did. Somewhere around her reincarnation surrounding, a skeleton hand jerked out of the ground, climbing its way out like it was escaping hell. Her laugh increased like the Devil had just found a way to defeat the light.
"Yes...yes...come to me my child. We will give those lunatics a taste of revenge."
"Bitter revenge."