She was nearly done with her daily torture with the five girls when she heard a car drive down the abandoned warehouse.
She frowned, confused yet thirsty for more blood. The girls were crying out for help and Mira quickly silenced them by passing them out by thinning their blood in their bodies from oxygen.
There.
That would shut them up.
Stealthily, she created a water barrier that separated the girls from her. No one would be able to touch them without breaking past her first.
"She has to be in here!" She heard someone yell and she frowned, her purple eyes glittering dangerously with malice.
She jumped on a table to look out a broken window that was spattered with spots of blood that had come from the girls. She saw a van and 5 men come out of the van.
She scowled and decided to let them leave on their own. If they didn't well, it wouldn't be her fault. It would be theirs. Foolish humans!
So stupid coming into the lion's den.
She would hurt them, also. No one was going to stop her from doing what she needed to do. Those girls needed to pay for everything they had done to her.
"Mira, come out! We need to talk!"
"Are you stupid or deaf? She's no longer herself, Simon! She lost a child, dammit! That shit just doesn't go away." She heard someone with a deep voice say.
But she knew Simon and the anger that sparked in her blood ignited the irritation she felt for Simon. She thought he knew, knew that she was going to do this, that she had been planning to do this for awhile, planning, perfecting her skills with the water.
She thought he understood this and he had accepted. What was he doing here anyways?
This was her plan. All hers and she wasn't going to let anyone stop her from doing what she wanted, what she needed.
"I don't care. She's mine and I have to help her." The boy said and she jumped off the table, the water coating her arms and hands as she stepped near the window.
If they placed a foot in, she was going to hurt them. Just enough to scare them.
"Don't! She's by the door waiting."
Damn, they could hear her. She spent weeks trying to be quiet as possible, hoping no one could hear once she started taking the girls. Honestly, the girls couldn't care less about their safety but now...
Now, they would worry. They should definitely worry because there was no guarantee they would even be alive to even worry about their safety.
She heard the men talking and arguing until she finally got tired of them and decided to scare them away. She jumped back to the table, balancing on the balls of her feet and created a wall of water in between the men and the warehouse.
They wouldn't be able to go past it and once they saw it, their eyes widened and stepped back but the boy, Simon, did not. He didn't seem scared. He just looked angry and something about that anger made something in her chest squeeze, almost making her feel guilty.
But she pushed it away. The people who should be feeling guilty are the girls she had been torturing for what they had done to her. They should feel guilty for what they did to her.
They should feel guilty for killing a baby, a baby that she and Simon had made unknowingly out of their love. A baby that died without ever having a chance to live and the thought cut her deep and she HATED them, hated them with a passion and they had to pay.
For everything.
"Mira, stop this. You're going to kill them." Simon said and she got angrier. How did he not understand? They KILLED their baby. A baby that was theirs.
And they didn't care.
Simon should have cared but now, now it was obvious he didn't or else why would he be saying that if he didn't care?
The thought sliced her heart and suddenly, she was angry and the image of a baby boy burned in her mind and the anguish that came with it made the lust in her blood turn viral and she wanted more, she wanted more than death.
She wanted pain, grief, anguish, shame, contempt, hatred, all of it to feed this whirlpool where her heart used to be.
She wanted the girl to feel demoralized and violated in the most horrible way. She wanted them to feel like they were worse than animals, she wanted them to suffer.
She decided to let the girls rest so she could confront the men who wanted to stop her. But they wouldn't stop her. They would never stop her.
She jumped down from the table, never breaking her concentration with the water as she opened the door and closed it, freezing the lock so no one could get in if they managed to get past her.
Not that they would.
But even if they did, they still had to get past her ice encased victims and they would never get them out.
She saw on older man and Simon, waiting on the other side of the water wall she had created. She wouldn't drop the water wall so instead she created a waterspout that circled the lower part of her body up from the ground so she could go past the water wall and see them, balancing on the waterspout.
She looked down and looked at the two of them and smirked darkly.
"Your friends won't be able to save them if that's why you came. They won't be able to get to them if they tried. They won't be able to break past the water barrier I made." She said, smiling and enjoying the rich feeling of empowerment she got from the look of fear and dying hope she saw in the girls eyes when she was near them and raised her hands, not even doing anything yet.
"Mira, please. You have to stop this. They don't deserve to die and you don't deserve any of this." Simon said, showing no fear but fierce determination and pure love in his eyes and she hated that look, didn't want anything to do with that look in his eyes. She hated that look. He had to have a look filled with pain and anger, the look she was hiding but had now decided to show and there wasn't anyone who was going to stop them.
"Our child didn't deserve to die. He deserved to live."
She saw the pain flash in Simon's eyes and she enjoyed it because he had to know she was angry, beyond angry and she needed this, really needed this.
Those girls got away with bullying, stealing, even costing a boy his scholarship with a prank that had gone too far and they didn't seem to care about that at all. It wasn't just about their dead baby and the beating. It was more than that. Someone would need to bring those girls down a peg.
Or six feet under.
She didn't care. She just wanted her revenge.
"I know they did. But they didn't know. I didn't know. I doubt you knew."
"Shut up! You never cared for me. Not since I was beaten. You use me. You only have sex with me when you want to forget something and that's usually about the baby, a baby that WE made together. You didn't love our child."
She saw how his face flushed red as the older man turned even a darker red than his son.
"Don't say that. I loved our baby. I still love our baby but he isn't coming back. If he were alive, would he want you to do this? We have to move on. I mourned our baby's loss and I mourned you. You're not the same. You're not the same girl fell in love, who loved laughing and climbing trees, who loved wetting me when I least expect it, who loved singing, who loved to see me draw and never complain, who loved hanging with Jessie. Where is that girl? Where is she?"
"She's dead. Just like those girls will be."
"You can't do this, Samira. They're victims." Simon's father said as he stepped closer to Simon as he placed a hand on his shoulder.
Simon looked like he wanted to hold her and forcibly pull her to him but he wouldn't. She was blocked by the water and she was in a swirling pool of water that was under her bottom half of the body. They would never get a chance to get past her.
"They are murderers. Everyone else is a victim except them. They never get anything horrible done to them but now, now it's my turn. They deserve to feel the pain and anger and hurt I felt when they beat me and killed my baby!"
"That baby was also my grandchild. I just figured it out today and it kills me to know that you were pregnant and didn't even get a chance to experience what it would feel like to have a child growing inside of you, a child that you and Simon made out of love, a baby made too soon. I can never understand what you went through but I can understand some of what you feel because I'm a father and I know that I would go mad at the thought of losing Simon or Derek or anyone of you. I love you like you were my own and Simon loves you, your brothers love you, everyone loves you."
"I don't care. They deserve to die!" She yelled, the water barrier she had made in front of them, dropping a few inches.
"No, they don't. What will you gain from them dying? Will it bring back your child? Will it stop the pain you're feeling and the anger you have burning through you right now?"
She didn't answer. She didn't want an answer. She didn't need an answer.
"Mira, all we ever wanted was for you to be okay and safe. You could've talked to us. We could've helped."
"What difference does it make?!" She screamed, unable to hold in her anger, her grief, her frustration. "You couldn't understand what I went through. You could never understand how I feel as a mother who lost her child and she didn't even know. What kind of mother am I to not have known that I was pregnant. There had to be signs."
Simon's father looked stunned and realization dawned on his face when he reworked her words again. He stepped closer and she immediately pushed the water wall closer to them so he wouldn't step any closer. She was not going to let anyone get closer to her. Not at all.
"It's okay to feel the way you do. But you're hiding from the truth. You feel guilty. That's what's causing you to be like this."
"Liar!" She yelled, manipulating the water to become frozen spears and sent it to the ground, near their feet, forcing him to step back. "They killed him!"
He sighed and Simon looked so sad and heartbroken, she felt a lurch in her chest and something pushing in her body, as if something wanted to come out. She shoved it away.
"Yes, they did but they didn't know and neither did you. I know that if they did, they would have stopped."
Tears fell down her cheeks, her heart racing like drums as the anger began to grow even higher, causing her to lose control of the water vortex holding her up before she quickly gained it back.
"Shut up! You know nothing!" She yelled and decided she had enough. She didn't want to hear anymore. She was done.
Immediately, she drew the water wall up, compressing it tightly to form ice spears and twisted her wrists so the ice spears could face Simon and his father. They didn't understand anything. They would never understand and they weren't going to stop her.
Not now.
Not ever.
She twisted her waist, pulling her arms back before shooting her arms and body ramrod straight towards them, the ice spears following her movements and directing towards them. She would stop them once and for all.
"Mira!" Simon yelled but she was too gone now to care.
A loud growl caused her concentration to break and the ice spears had immediately returned back to its harmless water form, dousing Simon and his father. She turned her head, angry and confused and saw a wolf with dark brown fur jump towards her and took her down.
She gasped as she lost complete control of the water, the water that was holding her up had immediately fell away, falling like rain down onto the ground as she and the wolf fell down from mid-air.
"NO!" She heard someone yell but she was stunned and struggling to get away from the wolf as it growled and snapped at her.
"You stupid mutt! You will pay for this!" She yelled but she felt her back hit the ground violently, knocking the air out of her lungs painfully as hot pain washed her body in waves. She gasped, unable to draw breath and the wolf was standing over her and she was in too much pain to care.
"Mira..." She heard someone say but she was in too much pain to know. All she could concentrate on was the pain and the lack of air in her body. She felt a sharp prick of a pain in her upper arm and she suddenly felt disconnected from her body, groggy and the pain began to ebb away.
Dark spots popped in her vision and her surrounding became blurry and muffled. She was losing consciousness and she didn't seem to care anymore.
She didn't want to care.
The last thing she saw was a ghostly image of a small baby boy with blonde hair and brown eyes looking at her, laughing joyfully and a tear fell from her eye as she fell into a world of darkness.
Sorry it's so late. I've been trying to finish up my stories on first since it's been longer but hopefully I can finish my stories on this account as well. The next chapter will be the last one and it will be long so please bare with me. Review please and thank you!