The Black Scorpion
Prologue
I say as I lay on the snowy ground beneath me. He had gotten me again except this time in this frostbitten forest way out in the Ukraine. I came out here to catch him unguarded at the fucking pub in the city. He was supposed to be the one sitting here barely gasping for breath because his right second rib had punctured his left lung. He should be slowly bleeding out all over this pristine powder while feeling his body going numb all over. Feeling his heartbeat beating slower and slower as time passes on with the snow continues to fall on his surely hypothermic cheeks. Pained tears filling his green piercing eyes as they harden from the all consuming pain from his broken left leg, ripped off right arm, and three deep claw marks embedded in his right side. But no. It had to be me enduring all this all while staring up into his stone-like eyes completely devoid of feelings as he looked down at me. No pity, no regret, and certainly no remorse.
He looked down at me as if I were nothing but a pile of dog shit that had gotten on his shoe or a child pining pitifully for food from its father. A nuisance. That's what I felt at that moment as we locked eyes. My form completely fucked and spirit barely hanging on. Soon though he waited no longer for me to die. I wasn't that important to him obviously. I mean he just beat my ass like a sack of potatoes.
He huffed in annoyance and disappointment before saying, "Disgusting. Just die already." He spit on my face before turning on his heel and walking away from me. Anger coursed through me like a bright lightning bolt. It fueled me just enough to sit up, yelling, and blood trickling from my mouth. I pushed through the piercing pain, clutched my side in agony as I walked gingerly over to the exit.
"GET BACK HERE, MOTHERFUCKER! DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE ME HERE! FINISH ME OFF OR ARE YOU TOO PUSSY TO DO IT?! AAGGHH! FUCKING ASSHOLE! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU I HAATE YOU!: i yell with all the energy left in me before the traitorous tears of abandonment hit me like a ton of bricks with the anger still burning like an inferno.
"I will get him. I don't care how long it takes or how far I have to go. He's not fucking up my life and getting away with it." My vision starts to fade as my breaths get shorter. "I-i am Hanna motha-fucking Morningstar and I do not give up easily o-once I have my tar…get." my voice gasping and wheezing as I can feel the thick blood filling my lungs. I should really stop talking. "Count y-your days you b-b-bastard. C-cou…nt y-your mothaf-fucking d-days…" Voice barely a whisper as everything fades to black.