Revenge.

Such a harsh word.

A word that can eat at you and ruin your life.

A word that can lead to your death.

Revenge.

Deeds that can haunt you and never make you forget.

Revenge.

Something you don't want to mess with.

But it feels so right.

You can't ignore it.

Revenge.

It ruins your life.

Patrick huddled against his little tent made from branches. The wind was whipping around him, causing it to even be colder than the freezing temperature.

He was sure he was going to die.

Not from the fight.

From the damn cold.

He expected it to snow any minute, which would make it even worse.

He huddled down in his blankets, closing his eyes.

He hadn't expected to die this way.

The small fire he had built was having trouble staying alive. Every now and then the wind would make the fire almost go out, causing him to have to get up and put more sticks on.

He had heard that Scarlet woman had come this way. And he was sure this way was leading to Aay's old house.

He knew he couldn't be far, but he was just so exhausted.

What a waste of energy; energy that he could have used to fight that woman.

But… once again he cursed the cold.

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He packed up his things, having barely survived the night. Well, he could barely say it was night or day, sadly. But he was just thankful he survived. He had only brought the amount of blankets he could carry. Apparently it had been enough.

And it had snowed over night.

Running towards where he thought the woman had gone, he hiked slowly with one hand on his sword and his other moving branches away from his face.

He started to worry when he couldn't feel his toes anymore.

That made him hurry more.

Snow started to fall down again. It came so fast he couldn't see a thing.

Damn.

He was really going to die here.

Smart, Patrick. Really smart. You wanted to kill the woman, but you manage to kill yourself first. Really smart.

Damn, damn, damn!

He cursed at himself, and then cursed more. He knew cursing wasn't going to help! He stopped and leaned against a tree.

Clear your mind.

Focus.

You can't let snow and cold kill you.

Breathe.

He took a deep breath and exhaled it out. He kept on walking.

XxXxXxXx

He stumbled towards a dark form through the blanket of snow coming down. He was sure it was a house!

Once he reached it, he felt around for a door. After walking to the other side, he felt a large double door. He felt for the handle and pushed it open. He stumbled inside and closed the door. He gasped when heat surrounded him and warmed him to the very tip of his toes.

A fire was going.

She was here.

Patrick dropped his blankets and all the excess things. He hadn't brought his best armor. It would've been too heavy for him to wear. He wore his Rune armor, which had been made very lightly, but it wasn't as protective as a normal Rune armor piece.

He drew his sword and lifted his shield. "Scarlet!" he yelled. "I know you're here!"

Having heard nothing for an answer, he slowly checked every room. All of them either contained weapons or broken furniture. He walked back to where he first was.

"Patrick," a seductive soft voice spoke.

He turned and was staring face to face with Scarlet. He jumped a few steps back.

Scarlet gave a small smile, though her eyes showed no smile, just a glistening shine of evil. "How nice of you to visit me… at my house, no less."

Patrick held his sword to her neck, surprised that she did not try to stop it. "I'm here-…"

"… to kill me," Scarlet finished. "For what I did to my daughter. I know."

"You…"

"Shh, no calling me names, Patrick." Scarlet took a step back and drew her own sword. She smiled widely at Patrick. "Now, let's see how you fight. I've learned that you've taught Aay how to fight, and she's now one of the best around. So, you must be good, right?"
"Why don't you find out?" Patrick yelled and jumped at her, knocking his sword against hers. He brought it back and thrust at her side, which she blocked. She thrust his sword back, making him lose his footing. He stumbled back and looked at her, amazed.

"I bet you're wondering how I was able to push you back," Scarlet said. "My husband and I were strong. We learned together. We fought together. We… killed together. It all made us who we are now. Well, obviously my husband is dead, having been killed by your brother. It's amazing, really, how Dav killed him. Even I can't explain how. And also how you killed Dav. Dark could have killed you both with one hand, as I could have."

"You speak so confidently."

Scarlet laughed. "That I do, Patrick. Because it's true. And you know that."

"Heh. I bet your swordsmanship is weaker than your mouth," Patrick growled at her.

"Ah, let's test it, shall we?"

"Fine."

Neither of them moved. Patrick took a step, starting to circle around Scarlet. She did the same, and then they had walked a full circle and stopped again.

She sprang at him, putting the sword in front of her. She landed it against his sword, bringing it down to waist level. She jumped back and did a swerve backwards, unsheathing a hidden dagger from her sleeve. She went towards him, turning her self round and round.

Patrick didn't know how to defend himself. She was coming so fast at him that he didn't know where the sword would strike. He brought his shield in front of him and tried to block the dagger and lock the two swords together. He was able to block the dagger, but it had knocked his shield to the side of him, leaving his stomach exposed. Scarlet took the chance and landed a kick in his gut, making him fly backwards.

He wheezed, trying to breathe. Scarlet was coming back at him. He rolled around, trying to duck from her blows. He was getting tried quickly. He had been already half exhausted from trudging around in the snow.

It was all happening too fast.

He jumped back up when he saw a slight chance, and almost fell down again when the woman took a stab at him. He missed it by a slight chance.

Scarlet finally jumped up and did a turn in the air, meanwhile kicking Patrick in the face. It knocked him back against the wall and he almost crumpled to the ground when Scarlet stabbed her sword through his shoulder.

She grinned at him. "You see, I'm still good even when I'm twice as old as you."

Patrick's face was clenched in pain. He could feel the blood pouring out of his shoulder.

Scarlet started to move the sword down, making Patrick yell. "One of my talents is making people squirm. But for Aay's case…" She yanked the sword out and held it to his neck. "… is to make her be mentally tortured by the death of her unborn baby," she whispered and positioned her sword, ready to cut of his neck.

Patrick dropped his sword and grabbed the one at his neck. It pierced through most of his skin, making it slippery with his own blood. He growled at her. "I will kill you, dammit!"
"Ah, such anger!" she laughed and yanked her sword away.

Patrick ducked under her next swing and grabbed his sword. He aimed a punch at her stomach, which miraculously hit, causing her to fall back. He positioned his legs into a crouching position, ready to jump over her and land a hit on her. He pushed off, feeling the muscles move beneath his skin, ready to hit her hard.

"That doesn't always work, Patrick!" She yelled and looked at him above her, bringing his sword down. She knocked it aside with her sword and brought her dagger out.

Patrick couldn't move his hand in time. She knocked the handle against his thumb, disconnecting the bone from its hinge. He yelled in pain and landed on the ground, rolling. He held his fingers and knew he had to get them back in place. He ducked under Scarlet's blow pulled his fingers back into their socket.

He yelled in pain and reached down to take his sword with that hand. He gaped at his hand. He couldn't move his fingers. He couldn't even feel them. They were bent in an awkward way, the tip pointed out.

"As you see, I disconnected the nerves to that hand. And now, let's see the trick you did to me, as I will now do it to you," Scarlet said. She jumped over Patrick.

Patrick couldn't defend himself. He knocked the sword away with his hand, but it only led to the sword connecting to the right side of his face and getting dragged down his back, cutting deeper into the skin the farther it went.

She stopped a little below the waist and yanked the sword out of his skin. He yelled and crumpled to the skin, feeling his own blood pour out. He looked up with bleary eyes to the woman, who smiled down at him. He rolled on his back and looked at the ceiling.

Scarlet walked over and stabbed him in the other shoulder. She dug it deep into the ground.

"You're a dead man, Patrick Black. You'll soon join your brother in hell, along with your son and wife in the future. May Zammorak never forgive your soul and make you suffer," she growled.

Patrick stayed on the ground. He didn't listen to her.

Revenge. This is what got him into it. It would be his death.

He couldn't kill Scarlet. He had thought he could. He had thought that his revenge would make him stronger.

It had made him weaker.

A tear poured down his cheek.

And now he would add more to Aay's and Sliver's pain.

Why did have to be so damn selfish?

"Aw, Patrick, you're crying? Now, why is that?" Scarlet smiled down at him.

"I've realized what a selfish bastard I've been," he whispered.

"Nice, and calling yourself a bastard means that you must be really regretting coming here," Scarlet whispered. She turned around. "See you in hell."

She walked out the door and opened it. She took a deep breath and smiled to herself. She had won. Again. She looked at her blade dripping with blood. This is for you, Dark. I will kill until your death is repaid.

She took a step into the snow. Blood splattered the ground before her. "What…?" she looked down and saw a sword piercing through her skin. She turned her head and her eyes opened wide. "You were supposed to die!" she screamed at Patrick who was holding the sword through her.

"You got too confident of your sword, Scarlet," Patrick growled. He yanked out the sword.

Scarlet coughed up blood and took a step backwards. She gripped her sword tightly. "It isn't over yet, Patrick Black," she coughed out.

Patrick lifted his sword neck level. "Yes, it is." He swung and turned away when her head rolled off into the snow.

He turned around and stumbled into the room, collapsing on the nearest broken furniture.

This was the end of him.

He fell off the couch, blacking out.