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With her eyes still wide watched terrified that phrase macabre. Blood trickles down slowly to the ground, smearing the white wall macabre. Suddenly no longer she felt safe, and the red vermilion of Sonja's blood seemed to light up on those walls, as if the house had become a prison with no way of salvation. A mere mockery to her life. Unworthy of life.
The place did not seem to be the same .
Shivers of terror shaked her trembling back, but Mariam seemed to be locked in that room, locked in that limbo of evil that had completely absorbed her life. Her breathing was slow and deep, exhaling lunge acrid smell that seemed to perforate the nose, even the rustle of the curtains seemed to have something sinister d.
Disturbing.
Crawling on the cold floor reached Sonja, just trying to test her vital signs, begging her to wake up. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically, despite the tear in the shoulder. With a faraway expression looked around, hoping that no one was there and once again gripped in her hands the gun, flattening her body against the wall, remaining motionless behind that door still open. Perhaps it would never go out alive from there. Neither she nor Sonja.
Immediately she lowered the volume of her tone, sure Mariam can type a message undisturbed.
«To: Queen, Ozuma.
SOS. House. Sonja is wounded. Alexander is here».
Ozuma blinked his eyes several times, even after re-reading the message faster, immediately calling his girlfriend.
One ring, two, three ... no response, until the mechanical voice of the Secretariat echoed in his ears, hastily reassembling the number, obstinate to have an answer, when, after a few moments, clearly heard the sound of the disconnected call. He ran over to Queen and Julia, yanking the corvina forcefully, ignoring the glare he had hired the girl.
«You! What do you know about this?» He shouted, showing the phone.
Queen opened her shocked eyes, more and more livid in the face and covering her mouth with her hands in terror. Why ? Why she not prevented her from implementing this crazy plan? Queen was about to give in to her emotions, trying to drive back the stinging tears that stung her eyes but her lips tightened seemed to burn the throat, killing her thoughts.
«What's happening?» Julia asked peering at the screen and as soon as she read the text, instinctively turned to Yuri and Hilary, drawing their attention.
It was a matter of a moment and the four rushed out of the room, threatening several times to drop. At that moment they did not see anything, everything seemed to have become blurred. Devoid of boundaries.
Yuri pulled out his cell phone, quickly dialing the number of Boris. «Ozuma's house . Your wife is there, call Eléna». It seemed to be cold and apathetic, but in his heart he had just unleashed a riot of emotions, while the lust for vengeance seemed to run quickly through his veins as if it were oxygen, but Sonja was there, wounds for some reason.
That situation was becoming more and more absurd. Dirty. He had no sense or value, yet his sister was there with a colleague.
«How long does it take?» He asked, quickly pressing the accelerator and carrying a dangerous reverse. The tires squealed with brutal force on the tarmac, while the roar of the engine seemed to explode in the middle of the night while their car sped to one hundred and eighty kilometers per hour, taking a zig zag on the highway.
«One hour» Julia said, staring intently the asphalt, turning one astonished gaze toward her boyfriend, who seemed to be immersed in the darkness of her thoughts. Yuri knew that that situation had caused in him a deep state 's agitation.
The words that they said they kept echoing in his head, causing her a state of high agitation. Nervously she puts her fingernail on the lip, nervously biting and scratching the surface of the enamel layer.
That situation had to end soon. That same night, or it would never be an end to the torture.
Mariam insulted mentally herself while flattened harder against the door. She knew would close it of no effect, in fact, she would have simplified her accomplice plan. The screen of her phone lit up for a moment the room, irritating her eyes become accustomed to the darkness and immediately read the text just arrived.
«We're coming, hold on».
Mariam allowed herself a moment of peace, relaxed and sighed when she heard the sound of a pair of heels tapping against the wooden stairs of the upper floor, making it creak loudly. A chilling sound.
All her nerves tensed violently, making it difficult to simply breathing and in that instant the room light is accessed, allowing her to see a pair of black neckline step on the parquet. The girl tightened on itself afraid.
Every sound seemed hammering in her mind. She feared that even the beat of her pounding heart could be perceived.
A hand grasped the end of the massive door, making creaking heavy, when she heard clearly by Alexander's voice call that woman. Cassandra.
«You should stop looking for that stupid little girl» she replied, letting go of the door and leaving the room quickly. Mariam just sighed.
Never would have thought of being saved by the crowds, yet Alexander had always had the gift to inspire terror in her henchmen.
Stay there would be no help at all and once again slipped out of her hiding place and covered by the shadow of the night to the window, swallowing loudly.
That was the only solution. Just closed my eyes, letting go of the ledge, falling down from the second floor. Mariam groaned in pain as she reached the ground, while the high grass tickled soon as her sore ankles and crawling like a cat, while trying not to make noise, she reached the indoor pool, setting off the security alarm.
Her eyes wandered on the water surface, when she saw dark spots in the distance; walked on tiptoe, covering her mouth to keep from screaming, while a severed limb lay on the floor scratched.
In there was definitely a murder was committed. Blood streaks followed toward the inside of the house and still terrified peered inside the kitchen. The table had been moved, the chairs, the sofa was torn and ripped by a knife.
Suddenly felt a chill shaked her back, until a cold feeling hit her completely, as if someone was watching. She wished she could scream and slowly turned his gaze toward the pool. Just sighed; there was no one.
«Hi, Mariam».
She closed her eyes slightly, continuing to be filmed and then with bad voice hissing, spitting out the name like poison. «See you, Al». Mariam smiled slightly, letting slip her fingers before the button that activated the recording carefully hidden on the bracelet and then on the gun, and then turn around with a wild shot, aiming the weapon at the enemy.
The girl would not have shown weak, she would fight until the end decided to help her colleagues with that last gesture. Her eyes seemed to be full of hatred and anger, forcing herself to stay still. «Wanted you to play? Let's play».
The evil Alexander's laugh made her shiver, chilling her blood, while the blonde leaned her head to the side, pointing a terrifying grin. «It's my game, not yours».
«You're to be trapped, not me».
Alexander took a step toward her, ignoring the gun, continuing to look at her with a terrifying look, hissing coldly, «Are you afraid of dying, princess? So you insult me, you know I would never hurt you».
Mariam took a step back, giving a brief moment of fear, as her hands continued to shake the cold metal, ready to fire as soon as he got what she wanted. «Don't move. Now you tell me what I want to know».
«What makes you think I will do what you want?» He replied with a derisive tone, turning his gaze to a trail of blood smeared the white floor. «I'm a murderess, Mariam, a murderess who was betrayed. A person like you who have been removed altogether. While you were playing to make the queen bee, I had nothing. Even your grandfather used me. That whore my mother preferred Victoria to me, then Jason. All preferred others to me. Who could ever love the son of a serial killer? I love it, it's,my pleasure».
Mariam would have liked to understand the reasons of those despicable actions, justify it in some way, tell him that everything could change if only he had stopped acting that way, but Mariam was aware that Alexander felt no remorse for what he had done. She paused for a brief moment about those blue and simultaneously inscrutable eyes, trying to learn their darkest secrets and thoughts, then just look down, hissing with a tone inexplicably checked:
«What about Sonja in all this?».
«Ivanova? In reality it is only a means to avenge my family destroyed because of him». His lips curled upwards, drawing on his face a crazy and dangerous. «Eléna, however, is my property. She is my weapon, like you. She can destroy my world, if only she wanted, but with her I can destroy your world. Get it over with, Princess».
Mariam stepped back frightened, unwittingly leaving the gun fell to the ground with a loud thud, beginning a desperate race toward the stairs, two at a time went as fast as she could, as she tried to obstruct the path of her enemy, closing the doors strength.
Her breathing was increasingly short, until she reached the third floor, as well as her only way of salvation, but the cord that came down from the third floor appeared to be too high, her legs did not seem to want to work together, while the sound of something slamming against wood seemed to grow closer and closer. Mariam had no intention of surrendering, she jumped again, rejoicing when her fingers gripped the wire, pulling down a wooden ladder that fell noisily to the ground.
Quickly grabbed the surface, pulling with all her strength, breath panting when she finally her legs touched the floor of the attic, when she saw Alexander running toward her. She was alone and unarmed, but she would not die there and would not allow him to join her.
The singer grabbed the first blunt object found, tossing it in and hitting Alexander's head who, in pain, fell to the floor, just off the scale, and in a split second she pulled her up, grabbing the lever and then lock with the hooks crack, hiding in a remote corner of the room, creeping silently upon itself.
«To: Ozuma, Queen.
I'm on the third floor, Alexander is here».
She felt a wet sensation to touch her hands flat on the floor, and then use the phone as a single lamp. Blood.
A slimy red smeared the floor wake, unconsciously covered her eyes. She did not want to look, nor wanted to know who it was. The fear had paralyzed, stuck in that corner, until she decided to find out the truth.
Green hair, wet and dirty, they were immersed in a pool of blood, a deep gash ripped through the throat of the mutilated body. The eyes shone in the moonlight that gave them an expression grim and still vivid. They were chilling.
A bone sticking out of his arm, ripping the flesh, while the grondova wound caked blood on the shirt.
Mariam fell backward, dragging on the hands. She screamed through her tears, while her heart seemed to have been ripped violently from her chest; Reduced into tiny shreds. Her brother had been brutally murdered.
He had just twenty years. Victim of this madness. Mariam would never again hear his annoying voice, she would never have had a rare hug from him, from that child who had watched him grow. Jesse would have never known what it meant to live, what it meant to love seriously. He would have to have a peaceful and happy life; a life that had been torn.
They had taken everything.
Mariam cried tears of pain, uncontrollable and violent, while her body was being shaken by violent tremors. Now everything was clear to her what she meant the blond's message: Alexander had made a play with her, a crazy and sick fun that had led her to despair.
He had played with herweaknesses, with hervfamily, with her friends. He had taken away everything in an instant, isolating it from the world and locking her up in her own home. The house of horrors.
Saw a shadow move silently beside her, finding a pair of dark eyes a few meters from her, until she heard a chilling voice. Almost ghostly.
«I did a great job, do not you think?» hissed someone with creeping voice.
Mariam could not believe it, covering her mouth in amazement, whispering in a breathless voice the name of that woman. «Cassandra».
The psychologist moved slowly beside her, holding out a hand to the girl, who, once again, glancing back, stuck with her back against the wall. The woman's hot hand just brushed her cheek, giving her a gloomy look.
Her dark irises seemed to have become even bigger and more intense, while splashes of blood stained her pale skin. «Are you surprised to see me, Mariam?» added Cassandra with a sing-song tone, while her lips curled into a grotesque smile.
«Now I am not surprised about anything». That woman was the murdred of her brother. She did not care to know what she had done to him, Mariam longed only a bitter and cruel revenge in agony. Anger painful burning all her being, and clenched her fists with force, hitting with all her might the woman's face. Jumped up with a quick jump, grabbing the woman's wrist and pulling of violence, then wringing the limb, stopping only when she heard the broken bone crunching.
Cassandra moaned in pain, painfully clutching his wrist with her free hand, shouting angry disconnected phrases, when the girl came up to her, settling a football in her belly until she coughed blood, remaining on the ground in the fetal position for a few seconds. Alexander had preferred that stupid brat to her. He had used for years and then walk away to another woman not appreciated how much she and Cassandra just wanted to kill her, so he would be back in her arms again.
Cassandra stretched her legs up to the stair hook, making loud snap, and then pull out from her pocket a small knife, stabbing strongly the girl's ankle.
Mariam staggered for a moment; it was difficult to keep balance in those conditions, when the woman threw herself against, trying to hit it and destabilize it. Cassandra tried to hit her with a fist that she was able to block, and then a kick to every shot seemed to lose ground until an ominous creak caught his attention, and a kick to the ankle injury hit her hard, knocking her into the semi-open hatch.
Mariam rolled down the stairs, banging her head violently to the ground. All the turned around for a moment, while the sound of Alexander's footsteps became closer and closer, anythink was increasingly deafening and, suddenly, all was dark.
Spoilers: she Isn't dead but you will see a big badlam in the next, again someone die. Who?
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Carmen