A trail of black, thick smoke entered his nose that smelled like a thousand animals had been burnt to death. He watched the smoke slowly approach as he looked on at his burning father. Suddenly his screams stopped. The silence gave Danny comfort while breathing and sitting in his father’s ashes. He was glad to see his father’s death but only wished it had come sooner. His torment made him hate the ones that raised him; however, he could not see himself turn into a monster. He had to draw a line, but he felt his anger would overstep that line. He questioned himself, “Do I want them to die slowly and painfully?” He thought surely not but the need to unleash his wraith was all too good to ignore.
“What have you done?!” Elizbeth abruptly screamed, “You will die for this, do you hear me?” The shriek went straight through him, causing him to step back, stumbling and nearly falling to the floor. He steadied himself, watched her like a hawk and attempted to foresee her next move. But unexpectedly silence was her next words and her focus turned on Kiran, who was quickly turning into ashes, and she walked towards him. She kept her distance from him and the roaring flames. Her face was still and reserved and it made Danny uncomfortable. The wind brushed his shoulder as he pondered the idea of running away.
Elizbeth was kneeling to her lover, hoping their purpose would continue without him and one other. She suddenly stood proud, looked at her son, ready to indulge into her desires. Her eyes gave him daggers – fear moved with her every step – and she embraced her new future.
“I will make sure your very last existence on his plane will be pure, hideous terror and pain. I will strip your skin – hang it on a line – dry it – and eat it while you are alive for weeks.” She spoke in a gentle voice while slowly walking towards her prey, “The taste is already on my tongue. Can you not feel the pain, the fear and the blood? There is about to be a show, Danny, and you are the main attraction – that will satisfy my righteous needs.” She opened her jaws as wide as she could, splitting areas of her lips to extend her mouth further, which showed her wide, long and bloody fangs. They were as sharp as needles, as strong as steel and as long as rulers. The fangs stuck out like a house on top a mountain and Danny could not take his eyes off them.
He had seen her bloody fangs in action, which he wished he hadn’t because it made everything scarier; he knew the potential. He thought nothing was more harrowing, it was like they had their own presence, almost sentient. The fear they leashed out was like no other; making him want death more than ever. The fangs stared him in his eyes. They brought nothing but fear and eventually death. His blood would succumb to her fangs within seconds, he thought, leaving nothing but skin and bone. Danny stood still and waited for her next move.
Danny could not wait no longer, so he ran behind the fire, making sure she could not get to him. As he moved, she pounced and almost struck his back with her thick talons. The near miss sent her tumbling to the concrete floor, leaving Danny safe behind the fire, thus he began to speak. “Please don’t do this? I don’t deserve this. No one has merited such cruelty, especially by you, mum.” He paused hoping to see any empathy from his mother, yet her face remained shut off as she rose from the floor.
She stood – proud – and stared at Danny with a dangerous sense of slaughter in her eyes. A thousand ways to die was within her eyes and her presence created such an illusion. The humongous, rising flames separated him from torture but he knew that wouldn’t last long due to her blatant speed. He watched her every move as she tensed her claws for the world to see, yet her shadow did not move. Silence was all there was, which gave Danny some resemblance of comfort and he longed for never-ending silence. Everything seemed to be perfect for a second. However, he knew what was to come. He just hoped his fight was enough to get his revenge.
Her presence felt stronger than ever; he could feel her anger – even in silence she speaks, he thought. As the fiery flames reflected on Danny’s eyes, he seen her feet move and her anger suddenly came out and she screamed, “Get here now,” while slowly circling the circle of flames. Though, as Danny circled the opposite way round, her evil tone of voice turned gentle, “We had plans for you, Danny, lots of plans. You would have had a bright future – successful ambitions that would satisfy a king – and a life worth living. You would have been my son, Danny.” She pointed to the corpse of Kiran while she continued to walk the circle of flames, “Look at your father: mangled, brutalised, abused, burnt to a crisp and… so… so silent, he is – and it’s because of you… you have ruined my destiny – your destiny – our destiny.” Elizbeth’s voice got louder and louder, “Why? Because you couldn’t handle some pain, huh?” As they both circled outside the ring of fire, her voice, once again, became gentle which almost soothed Danny. “Well… I will show you real pain, never-ending pain.”
The words pierced through his heart, they were surreal, and it left his soul empty. He continued to circle round the ring of fire until he was near to the door, then he grew the courage to make a run for it. The door was in his reach, but he felt her gaining on him and felt that in any second she would grab him from behind. However, he went through the entrance of the back door, shut it as hard as he could and the small window on the door smashed into pieces. Danny couldn’t even tell that the glass smashed; his getaway was far too important for him to realise anything as he ran through the living room. He heard the door fly open, increasing his fear and turning his heart into an alarm clock. Her shadow felt close, so he ran to his nearest exit, turning left towards the stairs. He glided up the stairs while ignoring his excruciating pain. Although his mind would not forget, so he decided to use it to his advantage by feeling immense rage from his torment, which would push him to an insane level of delusion.
He was halfway up the stairs when he seen his hope. The feeling of rage made his mind blank, acting only on impulsion and fear. Danny made it to the top but surprisingly, Elizbeth stopped at the bottom of the stairs and just stared at him. He was levels above her; however, confusion and doubt hit him like a bell; he was worried for his plan. He knew he was trapped if his plan failed.
Elizbeth and Danny were mirrors, both looking at a person that had been forsaken, and eyes, hearts and souls that desired revenge was fuelled by great rage. The only difference being one was soaring.
Suddenly Elizbeth cursed him as she bolted up the stairs and it left Danny surprised but he just hoped he had enough time. He looked to a piece of wire that led up the wall and was stuck to the ceiling. The wire was tied around a heavy object which was barely holding on. Danny grabbed the wire just as Elizbeth almost got halfway up the stairs and he yanked the wire as hard as he could. The wire instantly followed his hand, released a sledgehammer that swung towards Elizbeth and the mighty sledgehammer cannoned into her face. The heavy and humungous sledgehammer connected to her nose like a puzzle, which caused blood to soar out of her wonky nose and the force almost sent her tumbling down the stairs; thus, she quickly reacted and put her hands on the banister. Although as she was standing straight, cursing Danny’s “pathetic plan” and with her not paying attention, the hammer swings straight towards the back of her head, which left Danny feeling hopeful. As the sledgehammer pummelled into her head, the sound of the impact clashed against her skull that sounded like two cars crashing together. Her face flew to the floor with her nose hitting the ground first, which flattened her nose.
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Elizbeth felt the impact of all three hits that crushed her ego, and nothing felt worse to her. As she was looking up to the top of the staircase, noticing Danny was gone but she could hear his footsteps go into his room – giving her confidence because he was still trapped. She attempted to get up, used some of the energy she had gained through eating Arthur’s blood and that made her thank his sacrifice even more, yet her hate was still strong for him.
Yet she just could not keep one thing out of her brain, the fact that she had lost her destiny and was not able to get up. She thought about her destined life as she tried to recover. The thought that it was gone crushed her spirit, freedom that she had never experienced and the confidence of her claim to the throne; the throne she was living for, which made her question whether she was worthy to continue her dream. Her destiny was the air that kept her alive and the thought of forsaking her dream angered her to the core of her heart, which caused her heart to ache and burn with a deep pain. However, her anger started to take over the physical pain she held, her feeling of failure and the loss of ambition. She, once again, wanted everything, her throne, the blood of mortals and that sense of freedom she had longed for all her life. And most of all, she wanted revenge.
She used her anger to push herself up. Thoughts that immensely drove her and she knew nothing could stop such a beast. The beast of this improved world that would forever be hers and no one would join her in the success she creates and only her irrelevant minions would get a glimpse of her righteous victories that would crown her the bloody world. Nothing was more important except for her vengeance. And she grabbed that feeling as tight as she could and used it to push herself up the stairs.
She followed Danny’s path, which lead her to his bedroom door. As Elizbeth got closer, she noticed the door was slightly open, seeing Danny under his bed cover, and she smiled to herself; thinking how easy it would be to kill him. She quietly opened the door and began to approach him. She thought how stupid he was. But, as she drew near, a thought popped in her head. She questioned his stupidness and incompetence. Danny had been smart, abrupt and resilient, she thought. And killing her husband made her mind up.
She was turning away from Danny, who was under his bed cover but as she fully turned away to make sure everything was safe, she seen his surprised and disappointed face. She seen a large, rough and sharpened stake in his hands. He was holding it like warrior and had murderous eyes full of evil intent. His soul looked brutal and had strength, yet his body was crushed and deprived. His boiled arm expressed a thousand tears as she watched a boil pop and liquid drip down his arm. The boils seemed to not affect him in the slightest and she knew she would have to give him new pain – a pain that he could not fathom – a pain that would shock his nervous system – a pain that would internally explode his veins; making his blood flow like a river for her to drink. Elizbeth abruptly laughed out.
Danny watched her laugh with insanity in her eyes. Spit began to build on his lips, eyes became moist, and his eyebrows pointed like arrows. Enough was enough, he thought. Danny pounced like a cheetah, his dexterity helped him getting on the inside, while he slid on his knees, dodging her slashing claw and he yanked his left elbow back and rammed the makeshift stake towards her exposed hip.
An unexpected hand grabbed his stake pushing it away from herself and the force forced the stake to fly out of his hand. He weirdly felt relief as she pushed him to the opposite side of the room. He fell to the floor, confused by his feeling and he began to wonder if revenge was what he wanted. However, the thought didn’t last long due to Elizbeth quickly running towards him and he prepared to dodge her next attack. Her movements cost seconds, moving at the speed of light and it caused Danny’s heart to sink like a ship. Her honed talons came towards his face, nearly slicing his left eye if it wasn’t for his silky backsteps that eventually cornered him against the wall. Her next offense came just as quick, which was aiming towards his throat, leaving him to just stand there and take it like a man. She grabbed him by the neck, slightly digging her claws into his skin, while blood slowly poured out of the tiny holes and dripped onto her fingers. He was scared to move, fearing she would break his neck and he knew he wasn’t being paranoid; her strength was impossible to match for a mere mortal, he thought.
The felt his back up against the wall, giving him a feeling of anxiety due to the claustrophobic feeling and the unescapable situation that he knew would – Inevitably – end badly. Her sharp, huge claws that gleamed with blood was sliding into his skin further; however, her plunging claws preceded to stop and she came close to his ear and whispered, “I hope you are ready to face your fallacy.” He smelt the passive aggressiveness from a mile away and he knew his life was about to disappear if he didn’t do something.
But nothing came to him, nothing but empty thoughts that passed by within seconds and his pain ran deep into his stomach. Feeling like the happiness had gone and he had been left with nothing but grief, falling into the abyss where he would finish life. The worst part about it, for him, was the love he felt from live, his mother and his father and the fact that their life could have been loved but he knew that had been dissolved into a cruel dream. He could see his cruel fate that presented itself so abruptly and obviously and Danny felt no control over it.
He pondered on letting go of his pipe dream. His life was a pillar of despair that was built by blood, hate and grief. His feeling of such despair could no longer go on, he thought, and he felt powerless, making his consideration an easier choice. But his want for revenge was still there, he still needed it; it was still as strong as ever. Though, he knew it was his body that craved the end. He stared into her eyes, ready for his torment, ready for the blood and ready for his ending-life to end.
Though as Danny takes his gaze away from Elizbeth’s eyes, he sees her wound from earlier, which was near her chest and suddenly his mind comes up with a plan. He pushes his back against the wall, using that momentum to push his leg towards her and his foot was like a sword, stabbing her straight into her punctured gash. He was pleased with the connection and power he generated until it made her gripping hand clench harder down on his neck, slightly forcing her claws to go deeper. However, her grip was no more as she went down to her knees, putting pressure onto her bleeding gash and she howled to ceiling. Danny fell to the floor, using his hands to push himself straight up and running to his makeshift stake. He just hoped that when he turned back around – she wasn’t there with her claws in his face – ready to slash his skin off his face.
He grabs the stake, dreading the inevitability of turning around to face his demons and the potential of feeling such torment. Yet his torment had not arrived. He ran for her back, readying his rough stake and as he arrived, he pushed his makeshift stake into the top of her back where her elongated shoulder blades met. Elizbeth, down and out, was still ready for him. She moved her arms towards the fast-moving stake and interrupted it by pushing her elbow against the stake. Danny and stake fell near the door. Danny lands on his back, facing Elizbeth and he could see her continue to kneel with her hand on her gash. Her eyes were planted to the floor like they had been frozen.
Without a second thought, Danny grabs his stake from the floor while looking at his mother to make sure her shadow is still. He makes his move, heading straight out his bedroom door and ran for his life, towards the stairs. His feet made it to the top of them but as he was about descend the stairs, Elizbeth flew at him from behind. She grabs his stomach while trying to dig her claws into his skin so she could control his fall; however, she missed the chance, and her claws scratched him from his chest to his right hip as she crashed to the floor. Danny put pressure on his long but not deep cuts, and he skidded on his back when he hit the floor. He was thankful for holding onto his stake as he prepared to stand up.
He stood proud, holding his great slash that was dripping with blood and he straightened his arm; pointing his wooden and rough stake at Elizbeth, who was struggling to get back on her feet and he let out a scream that echoed throughout tight hallway.