Chapter 91
"You're right. I don't care." She says casually after a moment.
"What?"
"I couldn't care less."
"You helped make this happen, and you don't care?"
"No."
"I could have died."
"It's a shame you didn't." I know that she wants to get a reaction out of me, and I don't want to give her that satisfaction, but I can't. I can't not react.
"I was a child! You would wish death upon a child?"
"Not any child. Just you." I can't help it. I lunge forward and throw a punch at her jaw. She seems to be expecting it, and catches my wrist in mid-air, twisting it around so much that it feels like it'll break. "You're still the same, then?" She asks jokingly.
"Oh yes." I say, ripping my wrist from her grip and throwing another punch. This one lands squarely on her nose and blood starts to pour from it. I grin at her and she growls back.
The first punch hits the centre of my stomach. The next one knocks the wind from me and I fall to the ground, gasping. She starts pummelling me, using me as a human punch bag. "Brings…back…memories." I wheeze, smiling.
There's a dull pain in the side of my head, then darkness.