A haze of brutality...
The scream of horror died within him…
He felt as though
his head was about to split open with pain.
Hot and steady flow of blood had his hair completely
drenched and sticky. His eyes were burning and the world seemed to be painted
with the ghostly shade of violent red.
No other coherent thought came to his mind than run!
His survival instincts
kicked in as he staggered along the line of trees, clutching them for the
support. All he knew was he had to get out of this hell. His mouth was dripping
blood and his hands were shaded with dried blood. He couldn’t see anything in
front of him; yet, the fact didn’t seem to hinder his steely determination.
Blindly groping through the dense wilderness, he lurched
on to a clean road and but his escapade had consumed all of his energy leaving
very little for his brain to function and before he knew it, darkness consumed
him and he fell mightily onto the ground.
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A gunshot…!
The man slumped onto the floor, dead.
Blood seeped from his temple, where the bullet had hit,
shattering his brain to pieces.
Should she feel remorse?
Should she feel guilty of killing someone just because
her plan failed?
Yes, she should but she didn’t…
For a feral rage had gotten the better part of her
conscience, not that she had any…
She looked down the man lying at her feet with a bored
look on her face. No emotions at all. No pity, no sympathy that she had killed
one of her most trusted men out of sheer fury. There were lots of men under
her. But she was the only one.
Unthinkably powerful and unbelievably sharp, she was a
genius. However, her ingenuity wasn’t used for perpetuation, instead used for devastation…
She was fire… the one that reduced everything in her way
to ashes. But she didn’t burn in the blaze for she was the flame… The blue
flame… One who was the ultimate in power!
