Arcane Revenge

...... “no.. no.. no!!.. she screamed, running into the hall way, dragging her injured ankle as she struggles to get away. ...”I’ll kill you myself before you get a chance, just hand it over ” came a thicker voice, his shadow thick as he walked down approaching her. With each step she took, her ankle became weaker. Blood stains everywhere, she knew she wasn ’ t going to escape but she needed to. Turning back she saw a door that lead to the garden, she just knew she had to try. Lifting herself up, she struggled to the door. ... “ submit yourself to me you crazy ingrate ” the voice yelled, as he laughed approaching her, ... .your going nowhere, he said reaching for a wounded ankle and pulling it. “ Arrhhhh!!! ” She screamed, cursing out, holding her hands by the door in other not to be dragged, she reached for a the only weapon her head to think of, a rod, though rusty and old but was better than nothing, she struck him him hard on the arm. He let out a scream releasing her ankle as she crawled out of the hallway and into the garden, crying and struggling. Just then a shadow came from the garden, all on black, she could see the shadow, stretching her hands she begged for help, and boom something heavy hit her head, at this point she felt dizzy, looking at the face that was there,she couldn ’ t believe her eyes, the lady who she thought was with her was actually her killer. Just before she could utter another word, she was hit a second time, this time around she laid flat, her face upwards into the night sky, starring at the sky as the clouds began to cry for mercy, drops by drops, it watered her face as she slowly gave up, knowing fully well it was over. The sky was gray, the clouds heavy with the promise of rain. The burial ground was filled with people, all gathered to pay their respects to the deceased. Marcus stood at the back, his eyes fixed on the coffin as the pastor prayed over it. The words were familiar, but the emotion was raw. Marcus was only 14, and the loss of his sister was still fresh. It stung him like a bee sting sending cold shivers down his spines. He gazed at the coffin in a blank state, not knowing what to do nor say, but just then, a figure caught his eye. A young girl, pretty and charming, no more than 8 years old, with piercing blue eyes and curly brown hair. She smiled at him, and Marcus felt a pang in his chest. She made a love sign with her hand, and Marcus's heart skipped a beat. He didn't know who she was, but her smile touched him in a way he couldn't explain. The pastor said the last prayer, and the mourners began to move forward to pay their respects. Marcus watched as the little girl turned and smiled at him again, this time with a hint of mischief in her eyes. She was surrounded by people dressed in black, their attire a stark contrast to the bright colors of the flowers that adorned the coffin. But just something about her was different, as she waved at him a little bit, the chain in her hands dangled beautiful dancing as she waved them, and then there was this beautiful padlock tattoo, small but captivating he captured too as she waved, she was just amazing, he thought o himself. As the mourners began to disperse, Marcus stayed back. The rain started to pour down, but he didn't notice. He was lost in thought, his mind consumed by the memory of his sister. He remembered the way she used to laugh, the way she used to tease him. The pain of her loss was still raw, and Marcus felt like he was drowning in it. He was lost in his emotions and knew that he wouldn’t rest till he have gotten his revenge, At least to bring those who killed his sister to Justice, but he was too young to do anything. The little girl's smile lingered in his mind, a beacon of hope in a sea of despair. He felt a sense of resolve growing within him. He would find out who was responsible for his sister's death, and he would make them pay. The little girl's smile had given him a sense of purpose, a sense of direction. Marcus didn't know who she was or why she had smiled at him, but he felt a sense of calm wash over him. It was as if she had reached out and touched his heart, and for a moment, the pain had receded, he felt beautiful butterflies in his tummy as her thoughts ran through his head, she was there, in his darkness and drowning state, she was there to brighten it up, giving him hope and Rays of light. Though she was little, but he knew she was different, he just knew. As the rain continued to pour down, Marcus's eyes narrowed, his jaw set in determination. He would not rest until justice was served. He would not rest until he had avenged his sister's death. The rain pounded against his skin, but he didn't feel it. He was consumed by his anger, his desire for revenge. He stood there, filled with anger and quest for revenge, the little girl turned again, their eyes locked and for a minute, he felt connected to the girl. She smiled at him again, this time from a distance. Marcus felt a jolt of recognition, a sense of connection. He didn't know who she was, but he knew that he would never forget her smile. The mourners were leaving now, their black attire a stark contrast to the brightness of the flowers. Marcus watched as they filed past him, their faces somber and serious. He knew that he would never forget this day, this moment. It was a turning point in his life, a moment that would shape him into the person he would become. As the last of the mourners disappeared into the distance, Marcus turned and walked away. The rain pounded against his skin, but he didn't feel it. He was consumed by his anger, his desire for revenge. He knew that he would never rest until justice was served, until he had avenged his sister's death. But he didn't let it consume him, and he would make sure that they suffered as much as he had suffered. He would make sure that each and everyone involved in his sister’s disappearance and now death will be exposed and brought to Justice. He was angered by the thought that the case concerning his sister’s murder was closed without any form of Justice done, he knew at his young age that whosoever was involved in this has money, the power and influence to stop Justice from happening and his dear sister was a victim of this cruel act. The burial ground was empty now, the coffin covered in flowers as the rain poured down heavily, washing the flowers always as if beckoning to Marcus for Justice. Marcus stood there for a moment, his eyes fixed on the grave. And then, with a sense of relief, Marcus turned and walked away. The rain pounded against his skin, but he didn't feel it. He was consumed by his anger, his desire for revenge. He knew that he would never rest until justice was served, until he had avenged his sister who died in a rather mysterious way, with no full evidence of what had really happened to her.