Page 4 of Ashes to Ashes
His eyes narrow as he spits at me, “Yeah, what are you going to do about it?”
Hunter hands me the knife he had stashed in his boot and in one quick movement, I slash his chest. He cries out and the others gasp. My guys? They laugh.
“You fucking bitch! I knew you were crazy,” Dorian sneers. I pat his head condescendingly before shoving him to the ground.
“Now now, no need to be rude. I’m the one holding the knife after all. But yes you’re right, I am crazy.”
Brad eggs me on, “So what? You’re going to just cut us up a little bit? Teach us a lesson?”
He’s not getting that he’s in danger, but he will.
Turning back to him, “Cut you up a little bit? Oh, no. No, it’s going to be much, much worse for you than that. Exhilarating for me, but let’s have a little fun first. Yeah?”
I step closer to him and kneel, shoving him into a laying position, “You’re not as hard as Chad was to lure, but that’s okay.”
His eyes widen at this revelation that I‘m the one who killed Chad. He’s getting it now. I unzip his pants and pull out his dick. Wow, this thing is tiny, no wonder he’s such a douchebag, he has to make up for this embarrassment he calls a cock.
I lock my eyes with his, “Did you jerk off to those pictures, Brad? Did you take them because you secretly wanted what you couldn’t have?”
He shakes his head no, “I…I…” And then he screams. Of course he did because as he was stuttering for an excuse I sliced through his dick, cutting it clean off.
“You won’t be needing this anymore.” I chuckle to myself as I dangle the tiny appendage in front of his face.
The other three are now fully crying and Brad is still screaming at the top of his lungs. I stand and with all the force I can muster, I kick him right where his dick used to be. Then with the sexy as fuck, six inch heels that I’m wearing, I step on him and ask, “Who’s next?”
The other three are now pleading with us, “Look, we know we were harsh to you, but please, please! We promise we’ll be nice to you from now on,” Rachel screeches as if that could save them.
She’s the same girl who spewed those same lies after she once cut my hair in class, mocking me and telling everyone that I looked like a boy. It took me years to grow my hair back. She would corner me in the locker room before gym class, making fun of my body.
One time she took my clothes while we were in the shower. Forcing us to walk to the front office in nothing but a towel. Cala’s face flushed red in embarrassment and I couldn’t do anything but hold in my rage. No one hurts us and gets away with it. Not anymore.
“Oh Rachel, you don’t know how to be nice. You’re only friends with your bestie because she’s rich and you live in a trailer, yet people believe you when you say you live in a mansion on the hill. Projection is real and it’s not a good look for you. But hey, your secret is safe with me.” I grab her hair and yank her head back so she can see me, “You’re about to know what pain feels like.”
I slice through her hair just as easy as Brad’s pathetic excuse of a cock. Dropping her hair into her lap, I smile and she starts sobbing harder as she looks at her full head of hair laying in her lap. But I’m not done. I cut through her clothes, shreds of fabric flying everywhere.
“Brad, did you ever take pictures of Rachel?” I question him but Brad's not paying attention, he’s too busy bleeding out.Shame.
“Rachel, I hope, sooo hope that you rot in hell,” I hiss as I take my knife and rip through the top of her scalp, peeling it from her now bald head. History taught me a thing or two and scalping was on my list of must dos. Feels great, really.
Brad is now silent, I think he passed out. Rachel is crying out in pain which is music to my ears as I turn to Dorian. He tries scooting away, but Hunter stops him. Dorian smells like piss and fear, “He pissed his pants didn’t he?” I laugh hysterically.
Hunter glances down and sure enough there is a pool of liquid, “Yeah,” he says with a disgusted look on his face.
“Not so brave now are you? A fucking wimp of a man. Daze, his hands.” Daze walks over and holds his hands out for me as Peck hands me a legit sword. Tilting my head, I question, “Did you know that people used to be beheaded with a sword?” Dorian shakes his head.
“In all honesty I think we should bring back the guillotine. But I digress,” and I tilt the sword up and bring it down hard and fast on his hands. Dorian's screams get louder every time the sword connects with his wrist. It takes a couple of swings down to really achieve what I’m going for but finally, after some effort the blade slides through his skin and bones as his hands fall to the side. I pat his head before shoving him to the floor.
Moving on to the fourth and final person, Matthew Dickson. He’s the worse of this bunch. He asked us to prom last year and when we said no, he tried to assault us. I don’t remember all the details as Cala has them hidden away, but someone did save us.
“Cala, I’m sorry,” he begs profusely. “I promise that I’ve learnt my lesson,” he pleads with me, but I just smile. It’s not a nice smile and he shrinks where he sits.
“Matty, Matty, Matty. You made me a stronger person. But you still have to face the consequences.” I take the sword and plunge it into his cock. I force it down so hard that it goes right through and the tip hits the floor. I’m sure it hurts him and that’s okay with me. He is crying silently, until I twist it, pulling it back up.
Looking him in the eyes, I scream, “GO TO HELL!” as I slam the blade right through his chest, twisting the handle. Histendons snap like a rubber band and I smirk as his blood sprays against my face. I twist it again as his warm blood soaks my hand while he twitches for a moment then slowly slumps to the ground.
Giggling, I rip the sword from his chest, swing it through the air as I dance to the tune of the lullaby in my head. This is what I live for, protecting Cala and enacting revenge on all the assholes who think they can fuck with my girl.
My guys stare longingly at me, watching from the sidelines while the others try to yell for help as if anyone is truly going to save them now. Finally, having had enough of their yelling and ruining my dance, I turn around towards them, pointing the tip of the sword their way.
