Chapter: Blood in the Halls
Notice..
This is a work of fiction. It should be noted that event and characters are not real so if some situation and statement feel real then it all purely coincidental .
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The crack of a gunshot shattered the silence, echoing like thunder through the grand hall. In an instant, bullets flew from both sides. It was an unforgiving exchange of fire. What had once been a quiet residence now echoed with chaos and war.
The Laurel estate had turned into a war zone. Smoke curled through the air mixing with the sharp metallic stench of blood. Bodies lay scattered across the marble floors lifeless, twisted, and soaked in red. Every step risked crushing another soul who had fallen moments ago.
But atop the grand staircase stood a figure like no other, a woman cloaked in black, tall and slender, framed by the carnage. In both hands, she twirled two blades still dripping with blood. Around her, the corpses of armed intruders bled out, their deaths fresh and silent. But she stood poised, regal and untouched by the panic. Her very presence was ethereal, enchanting and extremely terrifying.
Despite the thick air of violence around her she was graceful. Like a queen on a battlefield. Her face was pale and flawless, revealing nothing. Her ice-blue eyes swept over the massacre below, expressionless and distant. But behind that cold gaze raged a storm of grief and fury.
They were all dead, her people, her family. The ones she held dear. All gone, all of them slaughtered by an unknown force.
They had come without warning. No time for them to prepare. There was no room to run. And now they lay butchered on the floors of her home. Her haven had become a slaughterhouse and it was her fault.
She blamed no one else but herself. She had let her guard down, just once. Trusted safety. Trusted silence. But danger had crept in the moment she left, and now… this.
She had gone out alone for the first time. When she returned, she walked into a nightmare. How many were the enemy? Ten? A hundred? She didn't know, and didn't care. She would kill every last one of them.
She wouldn't run. Wouldn't beg. Wouldn't surrender. She was outnumbered, yes! but she was not powerless.
They had invaded her sanctuary like wolves, torn her people apart like prey and she would be the storm that devoured them.
Adrenaline surged through her veins like lightning. She was no longer thinking. Rage blinded her guiding her hands with deadly precision.
"Kill… kill… kill them all."
Those words echoed in her mind, louder than the gunfire around her. And so she began.
She moved like a shadow, silent and swift. Her steps were soft as feathers l but her swords struck like lightning. Each slash was clean, each kill was deliberate. One after the other they fell. She danced through the battlefield like death itself.
By the time she reached the main hall, blood soaked her dress, her skin, her blades but not her soul. That was already frozen.
She lifted her sword to end the last intruder in sight...when...
The heavy doors slammed open with a deafening boom.
BAM!
A figure stepped in dragging a hostage in his grasp. She froze and her breath hitched.
In the man's grip was a girl...small, wide-eyed, trembling. It was her twin, the man pressed a gun to the her head, smirking.
"Stop right there!" he barked.
And her body obeyed instantly, and instinctively her sword dropped to the floor.
Clang!!
"That's better," he hissed. "Now step away from her, or I'll put a bullet in her skull."
Her hands lifted slowly in surrender.
"Please… I've done what you asked," she said, with trembling voice. "Just let her go."The man's grip loosened slightly. He nodded.
"Go to her." Her twin didn't hesitate. She ran to her sister, her heart thudding in her chest.
She was almost there when..
CRACK.
The despicable man fired his gun . A scream tore from her lipss, when her twin collapsed into her arms, with blood rushing from her head like a broken fountain.
"No… no, no, please no…" She whispered as she held her sister tight, her voice cracking under the weight of pain. "Why?! I did what you asked! Why did you do it?!"
She asked but there was no answer. Only silence and the warmth of blood in her arms. Her sister's trembling hand rose weakly.
She barely managed to lift her pinky.
Through the tears, she linked hers to it, just like they did in childhood. "Sis… please…" she whispered. "Live… for me…"
"I promise… I'll make them pay," she whispered to her twin before she gave her final breath thennher body went still and her body became cold.
I scream tore from her lips that shook the mansion, she laid her sister down gently. She was no longer the same woman.They had killed her, they had scarred her body, burnt her soul and now the only one who could hold her humanity intact, they had taken her too, now nothing could hold her back.
She stood turning her head slowly, and stared coldly at the two armed men who had begun to flee.
But before the could go any further, her voice fell like a blade. "And where do you think you're going?"
To Be Continued...