Note: Of course, the characters are not my own.
The Joy of the Fear in Her Eyes
There's something exhilarating about making a grown woman quake in terror. It's nice to see her knees shake and her breathing go shallow, like she's afraid one deep breath might set you off.
It's nice to see the doubt about your sanity flash through her eyes. Is she completely insane? Will she really do it?
After all this time, after all you've been through, it's good to know that you can protect the people you love- that you can do a little good in this screwed up world. Make a dent in this hell.
You've been itching to get your hands dirty for ages, and now here she is, at your doorstep. She thought she'd just waltz in and wreak havoc unopposed? Please. That attitude is what gets a woman pinned to the cinderblock wall, with your face two inches from hers and your mind full of murder.
There aren't many people you care about, but this bitch messed with one of them. No one messes with your sisters. No one hurts them and gets away with it.
Especially not that one. Because her heart's on her sleeve and you love her like she's your kid sister. Because she's brilliant, yet so painfully naïve. Because she told you to buy a shovel.
"Hurt her again, and I'll kill you. Make her cry, and I'll beat you until you bleed."
She opens her mouth to protest, reassure, whatever. You cut her off with the thud of your palm against the wall..
"Tear you up into little pieces and feed you to the drug lord in the alley for dinner. Got it?"
A nod.
"Good. Welcome to the family, Delphine."
