BOUND TO HIM BY FORCE

30. FEEDING OFF THY WICKED

“ This is my gift to you princess.” Max said with me shaking my head. Something about him seemed off, as if a switch had been flipped. I thought I knew him well, but I had not seen the bounds of his crazy.

He personally gave me all the weapons and placed them around the weapon belt he had clipped around my waist. It was all crazy around us. Men were getting instructions, given weapons with them running out to throw themselves in the fight. My mind kept reminding me that I was not afraid of anything, that death was nothing and the crazy thing was that I believed it.

If I had to die, I did not care. I was ready for it, my eyes taking all those around, my head nodding and not even knowing why I was nodding my head.

Everything happened so fast. One minute I was training and the next I was being pushed out of the weaponry I had not even known existed but my mind was trained for these things. Always be calm and hear well what you have to do.

I walked out of the weaponry room, men running to their stations. I watched as others were pulled up the walls, them our best shooters, getting on higher ground. Others ran to the forest, camouflaged so well you would think a tree had just grown legs and began running. They had prepared for this and the way it was so easy, it meant it had happened more times than I could imagine in my head. When all had cleared, those that were left would be on foot, heading straight to wherever Brain was leading us. He wore nothing ontop besides his bullet-proof vest. I had never worn one myself before and found it crushing my chest. It was that pain of being short of breath that had me crave for what was to come. Brain’s tattoos would fool you to think he had a t-shirt on. One was fresh, having done it himself after killing three men the previous weekend. I understood it, understood him and to me, it showed that he still cared, that he felt guilty thus wearing their names on his skin. Well, I hoped he saw it that way and not as a token of his work.

“ Yes sir!” I shot with Max screaming in my ear even though I could not fathom the words he spat out. My thoughts were being cleared. All that mattered being right there, in that very moment.

A gun went off, followed by others. My head tipped up, our shooters on the roof shooting, which meant the intruders were near.

Who were they and what did they want?

Did they know the hell they were running into? Did they know that humans did not reside in that morgue but beasts in bodies of humans? Did they know that they would never win?

The way Azrail killed people, I was sure he had more enemies than my father had. With how brutal he was, his enemies would surely be no different.

Max was too excited he could barely stand. Brain stopped at the front, turning to us.

“ PRINCESS!” a voice screamed, bring me to attention.

“ YES SIR!”

Max had his hands on my shoulders and he was soon pushing me forward with all the men around clearing. My eyes fell on Samuel, him looking indifferent, snapping his head from one side to the other, ready to kill. With him there, I knew whoever was coming stood no chance. With Brain and Max there, nothing could get through to us.

I reached the front line, Brain turning to me.

He smiled, dropping his cigarette to hold out his arm towards me.

His arm rested around my shoulders, Max on my side.

“ You will lead us today.” Brain said, not even shocked at that point.

He pushed my body forward and I did not even fight with him, jerking from him.

I did not know what I would do. I did not know what was supposed to happen but I was a wife to the most dangerous man in the world, in my eyes. If he could kill so many cartel leaders as if they were nothing, he had no fear in him and a man without fear was most dangerous.

It was just like being a mother with no money or a home. You just figured out what your children ate one way or another.

I was that mother. I was a wife and I had so much anger in me it could burn worlds. The most frightening thing was how controlled that anger was. I could turn it on and off, use it when I wanted to and that day was a gift to me, as stated. I realized that the change I had gone through did not scare me. I had fully accepted the person I had been turned to be and it was her debut.

An explosion snapped my head, turning around to find a wing of the morgue in flames, crumbling and burning from the grenade that had been thrown there.

“ Attack!” It was all I said, my feet moving, running forth to the war where I would baptize my body and soul in the blood of thy wicked.

I needed no guns, needed no grenades because I wanted to feel the blood on my hands as I took their lives like a grim reaper.

The men wore black, running towards us and the bullets began to fly. My ears felt as if they would bleed and bleed they could. I jumped in the air, my knife thrown with me spinning and jumping on a man to slit his throat and move on. I pulled the knife out, stabbing another man behind that one. If they wanted to shoot me they could but I fought like a real man. I was no coward, hiding behind technology like a scared cat. That was not my style.

My body bent back, punching one to turn my knife, it sliding between my fingers and went home. I stabbed with each punch, kicking and sliding all through them with blood, gore and chaos surrounded me.

I never stopped, a bullet grazing through my shoulder and leg but it only fueled me.

My head turned, Max screaming out his crazy. I saw that he had ditched the guns too, fighting with his bare hands and I would not have expected anything less. He was a beast and he had created an even worse beast.

We fought until the sun went down, guns and bombs thrown about. The intruders were prepared, I would tell you that. They had come fully ready to take us down but we would never make it that easy for them.

The machine gun was brought out, two operating it to level the field as fast as they could then, we, on foot finished the job.

I was scared of nothing. The pain I was used to, being beaten up my daily bread, so, what would have stopped me? It was a jungle, a jungle where you either kill or get killed and I was good with both.

Would I even be bad if I stated that I enjoyed it? Would I be wicked to say that it was like a breeze? My soul was heading no where but hell and I was going in running.

There were so little of them left that we had the chance to really go one on one in combat. I took it as training, hitting the man over and over with him never going down. He was from another country, I could see, his eyes dark and soulless just like the men in that very morgue. His fighting style was just as brutal if not more. Each hit was meant to kill you in one instance and he was smart but I was smart too. I was ready too. I was dirty too.

My body flipped all around him to stop and punch him on the neck, my intention to break it but no luck. He grunted, my body smashed with large fists that seemed to shake my soul. I fell back, running back to him with my fists out but he blocked. He threw in his and I blocked, kicking, but everything was blocked.

None of us could get anything in, as fast as we were moving and it seemed I had met my match. I smirked because one thing I was good at was being flexible. I could play very very dirty. I stretched to the ground to slip under him, hitting his balls on my way out then jumped to hit his back. My body dropped to the ground, balancing myself to swipe his legs where he fell flat on the ground.

My body jumped on him, smashing his head on the ground over and over, but he pushed up in no time, me sitting on him as he held down with his feet and toes. I rolled off him, getting up just as he also jumped up. His face was so bloody, him pissed and looking like the devil, but I was the devil’s advocate.

We jumped on each other again, hitting with no fail but both not able to get anything in. It had been established that we both had skill and now, we would see who would get tired first. I kept hitting and blocking, him hitting and blocking, going over and over until we were dancing on our own blood.

The fights all around us had stopped. He knew he would die. I knew he would die but it was now just a piss party to see who was better. I was training and he was fighting for his life.

On and on we went. A circle around us, all the men from the morgue watching.

“ Stop playing with him Princess.We don’t play with our food.” Max said, the man seeming shocked at Max’s words.

“ Hey, don’t be destructed, we won’t eat you.” I said to the man, him grunting. He was trying to stay strong, trying to stay the alpha he was but the more he fought, the more the reality sank on him.

We were not animals, we did not eat people.

Hours in and I was nowhere near being tired, but why not just let the man die with grace. I pushed him off, both my feet on his chest but he held them, throwing me down where I rolled, my knives finally brought out to play and seeing this, he pulled out his own. We circled each other, one teasing the other, cuts made on skin but what was skin? The thing would heal. He struck a punch, slicing my arm in the process, but I had things to do. Fighting with him had been nice yet everything had to end. I ran to him, stepping on him to his chest, then shoulders to turn as my feet hung over his shoulders. The knife was brought over his neck.

“ Thank you. May we meet again in hell.”

I cut his throat, my body going down with him only to jump off and hit the ground with my feet. I did not even look, my knives wiped clean before sliding them back where I took them out.