Chapter 4: In Crawled a Spider
The door to the Duchess' room flung open, and Abel ran in looking desperately for the Duchess of Milan. He found her with her back against the wall on the left side of her bed closest to the door. She stood frozen in place watching Father Tres fighting the intruder in black, who by some power appeared out of nowhere before her eyes. Abel dashed in front of her and said with as much strictness as Caterina had when she told him to listen to her to leave the room for her own safety. She did not hesitate to obey his order and left the room in a rush to keep herself alive. Abel then turned his attention to Tres and the intruder.
Abel entered the fight firing a single bullet at her right arm hoping to stop her attacks. However, what surprised Abel about this intruder was the fact his bullet was on the mark but went right through her arm like she was ghost or the air they were breathing. Abel stared in disbelief at what had just happened.
"Fool, bullets won't work on me!" She yelled arrogantly at Abel.
Monica had finally had enough of this charade. She wanted to end this as quickly as possible, so she could go after her main target. She disappeared in a flash.
"Damn, where did she go?" Abel said frustrated.
The two priests looked around the room for only a matter of seconds.
"Did she get away? Is she heading in Caterina's direction?" Abel said looking at the doorway.
"No, behind you Father Nightroad!" Tres yelled to him.
*Cough*
Before either could react, Monica had one of her daggers in the back of Abel. He fell to the ground in agony and blood from his wound began to slowly flow out onto the floor at the foot of Caterina's bed.
"Anybody who gets in my way will die a slow, painful death." Monica said Abel.
Immediately, Tres began firing in Monica's direction, but it was no use. The bullets went right through her only successfully hitting the wall behind her.
"Idiots, when will you learn your efforts to stop me are useless?" She said finally annoyed by her hosts.
Again, Monica again vanished into thin air. Tres scanned the area of any unseeable movements. Sensing a change in air movement due to his heightened mechanical sensor receptors, Tres moved quickly to his right. Monica aiming to slice open his neck missed.
"0.31 seconds too slow" Tres stated with no emotion.
"Tsk! You…"
Monica began slashing vigorously aiming at his throat but continuously missing because he kept dodging. She was very agitated that things weren't going as planned.
"You damn priest!" Monica said enraged.
She disappeared once again, but immediately reappeared in front of Tres, and at close range, Monica drove a dagger into the throat of Tres Irqis. Artificial blood spewed from where the blade pierced the neck through and through, and like Abel he fell to the floor.
"Hmph…what a hassle, whatever it doesn't matter. With you guys out of the way, I can return to reason that brought me here in the first place."
Monica started for the hallway, but was stopped by the speaking of a weak voice.
"What…What are you?" The voice wailed.
Monica didn't bother to turn around to look at who was talking. She knew that since the voice didn't sound mechanical that it was the pale skinned, pale haired priest she took down first.
"So you're still alive priest. I thought you would have already died due to the amount of blood you've lost. What does it mean to you if I tell you want I am?"
"You can't do this…You're headed down the same murderous path as your father." Abel said pitifully.
Monica turned looking his way after he acknowledged her father. She made her way slowly to Abel and took one of her daggers stabbing him again in the back.
*Cough*
"You have no right to speak ill of him. You don't know my father. You don't what he had to sacrifice to become successful and support the family." She said with eyes revealing her undying loyalty to him.
"He sacrificed the lives of others to get what he earned and that was a death sentence."
Monica twisted the dagger that was still in Abel's back in rage.
"Aaaahhh!"
"My father didn't deserve to die! The people who he had killed were traitors to us. If anybody deserved the touch of death, it was them, especially the ones that ratted out my father to you Vatican dogs. It was the Duchess of Milan, Caterina Szfora that had the final say in his sentence. Taking her life will be the most rewarding of all."
Monica took weapon out of Abel and was heading for the door when he yelled out.
"What about your unborn child? What would they think of you if they saw what you are doing are now?"
She froze and said, "They'd know that I was standing up for this family's honor that was brought down to ruins by the Duchess of Milan, and that I must take her life to regain it as the witch in the family.
"Witch?"
Monica left the room silently in search of Caterina Szfora.
"You don't have to go through with it! Come back, Monica!"
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