I don't know if its an isolated case or something, but the contents of this chapter might be too much for some people, read at your own discretion.
The Spiralling
Chapter 10: Paragon
'No! Shut up, bitch! Murderer! I said pipe down! You killed- Shut the fuck up twerp I'm trying to think here!' My mind, a beautiful chaos, races as my heart was divided. A rightfully caged bird within me seeks to take over but I won't let it. This was way too fun way too satisfying. The Blood the Pain! My food for the day a drink from the true fountain of youth.
More will fall under my beautiful silver angels my priceless blades but for now a little rest. After speeding down the streets and changing in a corner with some stuff in my bag I hailed a customerless cab and ordered him to my safehouse.
As he took me there I couldn't stop thinking how much I wanted to sink my fangs of war into his neck it was tempting oh so lovely tempting- the blood, the sweet sweet crimson juice of my precious pleasure the pain the scream that would come. Call me a sadist I am one and I'm proud of being one. There's nothing wrong with being different is what everyone would say. It was unfortunate that he's driving me like a little slave to my home for the night.
Blood for blood I'm born into evil I am evil there is nothing wrong with evil as through evil I live to bring good for myself and maybe to everyone else whatever. When I came into the world my family was torn shredded rend apart by ravenous dogs and crows I will avenge them for them and myself my sister couldn't do shit so here I am. I revel in it anyway its her lost that she refrain from the heavenly orgy I experience savour enjoy.
By the time I reached home it was a couple of hours after the witching hour my favourite time of day. With all the success I gained I decided to try my luck with the taxi driver who happens to be cute but he pushed me away he was lucky that I did not kill him as I may reveal the location of my hideout so I just scattered the green bills he was enslaved by all over his fucking face before leaving. He screamed profanity but its music to my ears rap I love it all the same.
Upon reaching home I knew exactly what would complete the day. Reaching into my bag, I pulled out my second butterfly knife and started swishing it around beautiful mesmerizing one of my many dear friends who would grant me the greatest door to nirvana.
'No! Not this again! Please! You'll enjoy it you'll love it. Fuck you!' Placing the knife below a scar on my left upper arm after rolling up my black sleeve, I hesitated unexpected why? 'Let go! Never! Trust me it's a thrill. Go to hell, bitch! You're too weak.'
Around the blade the crimson juice begins pouring- the tip of the knife digs deeper and deeper and deeper. The pain, oh sweet, sweet awakening pain- the substance that makes life go around. Eventually after the stab dessert i went ahead with the slicing main course my enemies were pathetic they couldn't even land a single hit at me I had to do it myself the blood was flowing down my arm after I sliced and disengaged. Bloodletting and pain's good for your health, 'YOU FUCKING SON OF A-! You mean daughter?'
I tasted sweet and I knew I needed more stripping myself naked down to the underoos I climbed into the bathtub ignoring the faint amusing shrieks screams howling inside me and I started cutting myself in the thigh, the shoulder, breast, everywhere my body won't mind a bit of decorating the ancestors does it anyway its meant to be fun and holy. It was not even enough to make me feel woozy far from it but it was enough for the night of celebration.
The following morning...
Home at last. Hauling her luggage in, Mindy took a step into her stepfather's house for the first time in a week. The bungalow had a certain semblance of warmth to it, partly due to the yellow curtains that allowed only mostly yellow sunlight to enter. There was a fireplace in the living room she was in, surrounded by comfortable sofas, but something's missing.
Switching on her cellphone for the first time in days, a few messages were announced, some from Dave, others from his stepfather, and a third one from an unknown number:
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Mindy. I no u're angry with me, n I no ur pain with ur dad gone n everything. Im sorry that I slapped u yesterday. I'm still sorry about ur dad. If it weren't 4 u, I woulda killed myself a long time ago. He wz cool, a true superhero that would put batman 2 shame. U could pit a thousand Kick-Asses against him n he'd still win. I wz a klutz n I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
I luv u. Ur a sister 2 me. Ull always b my sister, that is if u still want me around.
Anyway, I gotta go now. There's something I gotta do. Cya.
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Hey M, how r u? Have u heard of e news lately? I need ur help. Trying to get Demoness. Call me back soon.
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Hey Mindy, how are you doing so far? Enjoying your holiday? I'm worried about you. Message back soon. I love you. : )
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You are mine to take : )
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"Who the fuck is this?" Rhetorics aside, Mindy proceeded quickly upstairs to where her room was, the wooden stairs creaking under the combined weight of herself and her baggage. Dave needs her help; she could not bring herself to abandon him as they were quite close.
She remembered the tight slap he had given her on Friday. Putting her hand where it was administered, tears started falling again but then again she knew that somehow it was for her own good. Her eyes dried and she wiped the tears on her cheeks. She would help Dave, but not until she found out where her guardian was- Marcus was supposed to be having the whole of Wednesday off for the week as he had wanted to take her to the park, have some family time that she sorely missed. Tears started forming again but she shook them off- she had missed her family but what confused her was how sensitive she had become, 'is this how it's like to be fucking normal? Hurts more than a Taekwondo kick in the face...'
Reaching for her cellphone, Mindy began texting, 'D, missed you. Will meet' but stopped mid-message when the doorbell rang. For once in her short life, in some dawn of enlightenment, Mindy raced out of her room guided by her emotions and slid down the banisters accompanying the stairs. Hoping to see her stepfather whom she was so attached to, Mindy yanked open the door clumsily in the rush, excitement negating the dexterity of her fingers.
What stood before her had uniforms. Blue ones that would accompany any NYPD officers on patrol, but there was no daddy accompanying the uniform, and there were two officers instead of just one. Mindy could only stare wide-eyed at them, her mouth slightly gaping in horror as instinctually, she knew what news they bring.
Hit-Girl could take a few bullets in the chest without uttering, moaning or whining, or numerous deep gashes from a machete, and even dozens of black-belt chops and kicks, but a second family tragedy was one too many for her- it was the secret silver bullet in her legend. Her wail was heard by all her neighbours, asleep or awake.