- Chimera of Life -

Story Three: Remnants of Reality

Chapter  Eleven

By Heartfire

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She couldn’t breathe…

Smoke wrapped the dozen, or so, men who pulled the trigger…

Something slowly died in her as she stared at the body that lay on the ground… probably fighting for life if he wasn’t instantly killed… Painful bullets that seared through his flesh… that burned holes… She struggled once again. Tried to get away.

“No…” She shook her head. He couldn’t be… “You can’t die! Get up!!! Get up, Quatre! I’m here! I came back!” Anguished sobs escaped her lips as she tried to get up. Her arms were pulled back harder, twisted harsher but she didn’t care anymore… She couldn’t feel them… He was not moving… He was so still… Her whole body had suddenly become like lead and her shoulders sagged as though the weight of the world were upon her… So very tired…

Morley saw the change in her… She lost, and she knew it… “Let her go… she won’t escape…”

Her hands were released and she instantly bent over her knees… Her forehead touched the grassy soil while tears flowed down her eyes. “I love you…” She whispered for only the ground to hear. “I love you so much…” The same ground that was drinking his blood right at that moment… that worthless ground that did not even cushioned his fall…  This was all her fault. Her doing. If she hadn’t… if she only had more control…

“Get the damn body out of here. I don’t want the air to stink.”

His voice. How he addressed such a wonderful man… how he talked with disregard about Quatre… She suddenly remembered everything she had fought for and… that worming pain in her heart gave her strength.  Her head snapped back and she glared at the man who wasn’t facing her. Yvan stood, eyes ablaze with wild rage. “MORLEY!”

He turned and in one fluid movement, her fist struck against his face then her foot slammed against his chest. He fell down, out of breath, on the grass. Morley stared at Yvan, stunned, while blood slowly dripped down his nose… His shock and pain were so clear in his eyes that Yvan felt a slight satisfaction.

She applauds whoever had said that revenge was sweet. Oh so sweet…

Guards instantly surrounded her but she didn’t even acknowledge them. “Get out of my way… I’m going to kill him!” Her low words sent a shiver up their spine but nobody moved away.

With a yell, Yvan grabbed the man nearest to her then smashed his face against another. She didn’t turn to see what happened to the soldier as she wrenched a shotgun from another and used that to hit him on the shoulder. A howl of pain rushed out of the man as he crumpled on the ground, clutching his arm. Yet, Yvan only had eyes for one sniveling worm.

“My father should have killed you when he had the chance!”

The gun smashed against another skull then went into someone’s stomach while Morley crawled away on the grass… slithering like the snake he that he was.

“But no… he needed more information about your stupid nuclear warheads!”

She kicked someone in the face and, at the same time, broke someone’s wrists. Years of training since she was barely five showed in her flowing moves. No one could even land a single blow on her.

“Then you had to kill him… you murderer. You don’t even know where he’s buried… do you…?” Her voice had taken on an eerily calm tone…

She was going against everything her father had taught her… Control… Oh but what of control?! She didn’t care if she dies right now… Her mother was secure… and Quatre’s dead. He was the only reason she came back to this demented place… Because of him…

“And now, you murdered another innocent man.” She reached him and brought her gun up like an axe, stared at her target then smashed it down.

Wood shattered just inches away from James’ manhood and his eyes widened that she had missed- oh but she had been so near!

“Don’t think that I missed.” The dangerous glint in her eyes-

The whirring sounds of helicopters grabbed her attention and she quickly looked up in the sky. Against the sky blue heavens, she saw four large, black heweys, all with soldiers parachuting down to the ground. Tires squealed from the other side of the castle and she turned her attention to the sounds only to find jeeps and tanks moving in…

A proud, yet sarcastic smile lifted her face. They were quick… just like her father always told her… but not quick enough to stop Quatre’s death… “You’re going to pay for your crimes, you son of a-”

Her breath was suddenly snuffed out of her as she was tackled to the ground. A hand twisted her arm painfully to her back while another smashed her face to the ground. Before she could react, her other hand was twisted the same way. It was so painful that she couldn’t help the scream that was torn from her throat.

 Something hard and cold was swiftly pressed against her temple while she struggled to get free and she knew it was a gun. She’s going to die… yet instead of feeling fear, she was oddly calm.

“You’re going to die, bitch!”

A single deafening blast echoed on the field… and blood spluttered on the ground that made the green grass red…