My breaths came out ragged and heavy as I strutted down the dark hallways, clutching the dagger in my hand so tightly that my knuckles hurt.
I was afraid--my quivering bones beneath my flesh was evidence, but I was determined as hell. I was done being tormented.
I stepped out of the building and the moon shone too brightly than normal, making my eyes squint. A cold gust of wind hit me, making goosebumps erupt on my skin.
The moonlight faded, and my vision fixated on the cloaked fiery figure.
My spine straightened as a wave of resolve surged through me.
"There you are," I hissed through my teeth, and without a second thought, I stormed towards it, my dagger out and ready to attack.
It didn't move, even when I got so close to attack. It didn't for once flinch. With force and aggression, I held onto the dagger with both hands and plunged it deeply into its chest.
The blade struck something hard, the sickening crunch grating my eyes. But I hadn't struck flesh.
