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he had noticed, but he was just focused on getting ready to pound this guy's head in.
I ran.
Times like this always seem to go by in slow motion. When Slick killed my sister, the knife seemed to take a million years to travel from one side of her neck to the other. I willed my feet to move faster, but it felt like I was walking through mud. My hands instinctively reached for my knife.
"Jase! Look out!"
But I was too late.
Just when Jase got close enough to lay into Tyson, the little worm made his move. He raised the knife high into the air, and I saw Jase's eyes go wide. He tried to fall back, but it was too late. The blade sunk deep into his chest and he groaned.
With another jerk, Tyson pulled out the blade. Quickly, he stabbed three more times for good measure. By the time Jase was down, he'd stopped breathing.
My vision went black.
Images of him flashed in my mind. Jase and I as teenagers laughing. Jase chewing me out, when I deserved it. Jase falling over drunk. Jase. Jase .
Tyson laughed. "So much for your club loyalty, huh? Doesn't do much against a knife to the chest."
Kill him. I was going to kill him.
I couldn't see anything else, just Tyson and that stupid smile on his busted up face. My blood rushed, pounding in my ears. I wanted to see blood.
"One down and two more to go," Tyson said. He pointed at me with his blade, still dripping with Jase's blood. "How about you? Want to go next?"
Kill. Him.
I gripped the handle of my knife hard until it almost hurt. My hands were shaking. Not from fear. No. There was no way I could ever be afraid of that punk. From anger . I was going to rip him to shreds.
"You were looking for me?" I yelled. "WELL, HERE I AM! "
I lunged at him. I don't know what happened next. I just know that I was fighting.
Every fiber of my body wanted only one thing. To kill him. To see him lying on the ground with his cold dead eyes wide open.
My body moved on its own.
Kicking. Punching. Grabbing. Breaking.
In a haze, I felt something sharp at my stomach, but it wasn't enough to stop me. I kept going. I wouldn't be satisfied until it was over.
Blood splashed in my face. I tasted the hot, coppery flavor on my tongue. Good. More blood. There should be more, enough that I'm covered in it.
There wasn't much left to do now.
How many times did I stab? I don't know. The movements all merged into one. I didn't even notice the moment it finally happened.
I fell to my knees. I had no more strength. My breath was hoarse and I panted, bent over on the ground.
It wasn't until after that that I realized just how far I had gone. Tyson's body was barely recognizable. It was flayed out, completely sliced open and surrounded in a dark puddle of blood. That was it. It was over.
The sharp feeling in my stomach came to me again, but this time it was clearer. I looked down. My clothes were ripped, sliced open and stained with blood.
If that was all, it would've been fine. I would have pressed on the wound, bandaged it, and been fine. I'd been hurt worse.
But that wasn't it.
The handle of a knife stuck out of my stomach. I wrapped my palm around it, and laughed. Was I really going out like this ?
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Slayer: Sons of Rebellion
Flames burn, no matter how much they try to deny it.
Nadia wants to be a normal everyday girl. She wants to party, she wants to be free, and she wants to fall in love. But there's one thing standing in her way; her dad is the president of the Midnight Stalkers Motorcycle Club. Nadia's ruthless biker dad won't let anyone
I ran.
Times like this always seem to go by in slow motion. When Slick killed my sister, the knife seemed to take a million years to travel from one side of her neck to the other. I willed my feet to move faster, but it felt like I was walking through mud. My hands instinctively reached for my knife.
"Jase! Look out!"
But I was too late.
Just when Jase got close enough to lay into Tyson, the little worm made his move. He raised the knife high into the air, and I saw Jase's eyes go wide. He tried to fall back, but it was too late. The blade sunk deep into his chest and he groaned.
With another jerk, Tyson pulled out the blade. Quickly, he stabbed three more times for good measure. By the time Jase was down, he'd stopped breathing.
My vision went black.
Images of him flashed in my mind. Jase and I as teenagers laughing. Jase chewing me out, when I deserved it. Jase falling over drunk. Jase. Jase .
Tyson laughed. "So much for your club loyalty, huh? Doesn't do much against a knife to the chest."
Kill him. I was going to kill him.
I couldn't see anything else, just Tyson and that stupid smile on his busted up face. My blood rushed, pounding in my ears. I wanted to see blood.
"One down and two more to go," Tyson said. He pointed at me with his blade, still dripping with Jase's blood. "How about you? Want to go next?"
Kill. Him.
I gripped the handle of my knife hard until it almost hurt. My hands were shaking. Not from fear. No. There was no way I could ever be afraid of that punk. From anger . I was going to rip him to shreds.
"You were looking for me?" I yelled. "WELL, HERE I AM! "
I lunged at him. I don't know what happened next. I just know that I was fighting.
Every fiber of my body wanted only one thing. To kill him. To see him lying on the ground with his cold dead eyes wide open.
My body moved on its own.
Kicking. Punching. Grabbing. Breaking.
In a haze, I felt something sharp at my stomach, but it wasn't enough to stop me. I kept going. I wouldn't be satisfied until it was over.
Blood splashed in my face. I tasted the hot, coppery flavor on my tongue. Good. More blood. There should be more, enough that I'm covered in it.
There wasn't much left to do now.
How many times did I stab? I don't know. The movements all merged into one. I didn't even notice the moment it finally happened.
I fell to my knees. I had no more strength. My breath was hoarse and I panted, bent over on the ground.
It wasn't until after that that I realized just how far I had gone. Tyson's body was barely recognizable. It was flayed out, completely sliced open and surrounded in a dark puddle of blood. That was it. It was over.
The sharp feeling in my stomach came to me again, but this time it was clearer. I looked down. My clothes were ripped, sliced open and stained with blood.
If that was all, it would've been fine. I would have pressed on the wound, bandaged it, and been fine. I'd been hurt worse.
But that wasn't it.
The handle of a knife stuck out of my stomach. I wrapped my palm around it, and laughed. Was I really going out like this ?
Letter from the Author
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A Personal Message from Elsa
Dear Reader,
Now that you have finished my book, won’t you please consider writing a review?
Reviews are the best way readers discover great new books. I would truly appreciate it.
Thank you!
Elsa
Other Books by Elsa Day
OTHER BOOKS BY ELSA DAY
Click Here for a complete list of Elsa Day's Works.
-
Slayer: Sons of Rebellion
Flames burn, no matter how much they try to deny it.
Nadia wants to be a normal everyday girl. She wants to party, she wants to be free, and she wants to fall in love. But there's one thing standing in her way; her dad is the president of the Midnight Stalkers Motorcycle Club. Nadia's ruthless biker dad won't let anyone
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