Chapter Twenty~Four

Dark Carnival: All About Us

Dakota's POV

Ellis kept his hand on my lower back, under my hoodie and over my tribal rose tattoo, as I regrouped with everyone before heading to the safe room. Beta flanked my right side, with Gamma on the left. Cas and Nick stood in front of us, looking slightly concerned as I wiped some blood off my face with my sleeve while Coach and Ro were checking everyone over for injuries.

The only casualty? Beta's "chest plate." It had so many holes in it that it just fell right off. He looked so sad when it did.

The whole thing would have looked amazing for a photo-shoot or music video. Right now, though, I was Helheim bent on finally getting the message through Delilah's dilapidated, plastic skull... Preferably through a number of fractures, bruises, and puncture wounds. I was seeing red and shaking with anger and adrenalin, but this time, it was my own.

The shots had worn off, but once we had gotten Delilah's scent from the safe room, plus actually saw her through the bars, something had snapped. I wasn't going to play nice this time.

"You were playing nice before, youngin'?" I barely twitched my head back to acknowledge Coach, instead answering with a snarl deep in my throat and cracking my neck. Rochelle gave a sarcastic HA! before she answered for me.

"Coach, I have seen plenty of cat fights and Hunter attacks. That was clearly just a territorial warning, right?" Gamma and Beta nodded as they each placed the hand closest to my body on my shoulders.

"We are a pack. Alpha is protector of pack, yes?" Gamma asked. Rhetorically, of course. He kind of sounded like Johnny Depp, in an odd way.

"Alpha must, also, defend territory from solitaries and threats," Beta said as he squeezed my shoulder. His voice was much different than Gamma's; more like Kellan Lutz (Emmet Cullen, guys). "Bitch has trespassed, insulted, attacked, and endangered us all."

"So, basically," Nick cut in as we started across the bridge. "Red's going to finally get the message through this cunt's head?" I growled at the use of that crude word. I hated using or hearing it.

Cas shook her head while reloading her gun. "I think Dee's just going to kill her."

Everyone talked about what they thought I would do as the boys and I pulled away from the group, after I squeezed Ellis' hand for reassurance. We were a good five yards from everyone when we reached the door. Upon doing so, we began screeching and shouldering the door, occasionally clawing at the edges.

I smirked, noticing that Beta and Gamma had the same reaction, as Delilah started scream and attempt to make threatening noises. I looked through the small window to see her flattening herself against the exit door. I jumped over to the other side's door, the boys following close behind, and reached through to grab a fistful of her hair and using it to slam her head against the bars a few times before letting her fall to the ground.

With a few annoying sounds she turned around and paled as she saw us, tripping over the bars once used to separate long lines of people.

"What's wrong?" Beta chuckled cruelly while reaching through the door to pull the bar out of it's slot and dropping it on the floor.

"We just want to play," Gamma said in the creepiest calm voice I had ever heard, but my own scared me even more.

"You don't want to play any more, Delilah?" It was like I had two voices, or a double pitch to it, like two voices where talking at once with an under lying growl to it. "But you liked playing mind games before! Let's play a new game now!"

"Le-leave me alone! G-get b-b-back!" She threw - fucking threw- a baseball bat at us, which Gamma swatted away as we walked towards her slowly.

"But we want to play a game," Gamma rumbled at her as she sloppily ran between us, bumping his shoulder. As he and Beta unblocked the door to let every one inside, I walked to the other and screamed out the door after her retreating figure.

"Let's have some FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!" The same growling double pitch my voice had taken on reverberated through my throat carried on through the scream.

As I chased Delilah around the dark carnival's bumper cars, I knew it was only me and her. The others were replenishing their ammo and medical supplies at the safe room, and I was glad for that. They didn't need to see what was about to happen - what I was about to do.

I turned around and jumped over a fence on the side of the structure, standing to the side of the doorway I heard her approaching. I clothes-lined her as she tried to run out, smirking at the choking gasps she made as she crouched in front of me, stunned.

"Just you and me now, Delilah. No one to save you, no one to stop me. I can finally get rid of you. For good."

"H-how? That Tank threw you down those slides!" She sounded so desperate with her strained voice. "You shouldn't even be alive."

I swung my arms out in a wide gesture. "Look around you, dumb-ass! The whole continental United States is now the set of the best horror movie ever!" I chuckled at her face for a moment before continuing. "I'm a little more than half-changed and know how to land from a fall with minimal damage. I'm just glad I get this... quality time with you."

She hastily stumbled into the alley next to us as I paced in front of her, taking the worst stance I had ever seen. "W-what?"

I zipped up my hoodie so it actually covered my bra, not by much though, as I chuckled darkly again. Her confusion was just too much. It fueled my inner animal, and I loved it.

"I'm going to make this hurt," I growled out as I crouched in front of her. "I am going to kill you slowly, painfully. I'm going to make you beg for a Tank to be throttling you into the ground before I'm done, you pathetic bitch."

She lunged at me out of fear. I met her half way with a loud scream, biting into her shoulder and ripping at her stomach with my claws. She jumped back before immediately jumping back at me. This time, however, I spun around and landed a round house kick to her face that landed her a good ten feet away...

And deliciously close to an already irritated Witch. She was already growling at the noise our spat (can't really call a one sided fight a fight, can you?) was causing, and I felt a smile split my face - a smile that would scare any generation's Joker.

I snarled at Delilah and started pushing her towards the Witch once she had stood back up. I admit, I fought dirty to do it. I pulled her hair, scratched her face and sucker punched her multiple times, but it was worth it when the Witch screamed and sunk her talon-like hands into Delilah's stomach.

I jumped onto a wooden stand to watch the Witch's work. She gave a new meaning to "rip them a new one." It only took 5 minutes for Delilah's body to weaken and I watched the whole thing, Joker's smile still on my face, as the Witch ripped her apart.

I was surprised when she started eating the corpse, but I remembered that I had never actually seen a Witch feed on a Survivor before, so this must be how they actually got a few calories.

I shrugged and started back toward the group after the Witch had finished her meal, not that any of it was digestible, and knew that everyone had heard the screeches and screams the fight had caused. I kept the smirk on my face as I sat in one of the cleaner bumper cars and propped my feet up on the front of it.

I had to enjoy my victory while I could. I didn't want to seem too Feral in front of everyone. Even as I thought that, I found myself licking my hands and forearms clean of Delilah's blood, not the least bit ashamed.

A Note From SabakuNoGaara426

I am so sorry this took so long to get out. Assassin's Creed III came out, Hurricane Sandy hit my area (Western New York so all we got was some flooding and high winds), and I just lost track of time!

The story will continue, so no worries, with quicker updates =)