Revenge
"Ivy?" A voice called softly from a dark corner of the bedroom. Ivy felt chills go down her back that caused all of the hair on her arms to stand straight up. "Yes?" she whispered through clenched teeth.
"Do you know who I am?" the voice asked as cold as icicles on a twenty below freezing day. "No." Ivy struggled to get out through the violent shakes that were rocking her back and forth.
"Oh, I think you do. Think about what happened two weeks ago." The voice said when Ivy did not continue.
Ivy searched her mind. She went through all of the people she had ever known. Through the dirty and dark parts that were polluted with horrible things. And then to the few light parts that she rarely experienced.
And then, as she rounded a corner of her mind, she saw exactly what the voice was talking about.
One cold Saturday night in Seattle, Ivy had been out with one of her gangs, the Red Blades. Earlier that week one of their gang members had been taken down in a hit and run. So in the Red Blades minds, the only fair thing to do was murder the person responsible.
Later that week, they had tracked down the murderer do a local gang named the Russian Kings. The Russian Kings were known for hit and runs, but specialized in hand to hand fighting. Which in the case the Red Blades would have lost.
The person who had committed the murder was named Shari. She was second in command in her gang and Ivy had fought her many times (each time without a new winner, it was always a tie). But Shari had a reputation for being merciless.
On the night of the revenge, Ivy had made special arrangements so that she could be the one to personally murder Shari. And she did.
It started at five and had ended at five ten. A quick and painless death.
And then it was done. Everybody went home as if nothing had ever happened. Actually, they hadn't ever even spoken of the event after that night.
All of this passed through her mind in less than a second. Suddenly Ivy knew why the voice was here. She knew why it held such anger. And she knew why she needed to be punished.
"Shari?" Ivy asked knowing that the voice that came next would sound like the girl that she murdered.
"Oh, so know you remember me." The voice said even closer now. But Ivy did not and could not see her because in fact, Shari was now a ghost.
"Do you need to tell me something?" Shari asked, clearly indicating that there was definitely something that Ivy needed to say.
Ivy prepared herself to say ' I'm sorry'. But never got to because as soon as she said, "I'm…" she was cut off.
An immediate amount of pain shot through Ivy's neck and shot red hot anger down to her back and all the way to her legs.
Her neck had been snapped and she knew it. But she had no power to even stop herself from tumbling to the ground in a broken heap.
Ivy could feel herself start to lose grip on the world. Everything was spinning in a colorful haze. The stars that were displayed across the sky outside her window were now a rainbow. Blue, green, but mostly red. Red took up almost all of the sky leaving little space for the others.
I'm dying, she thought vaguely. And then absolutely everything blacked out.