REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 1 – 10
CHAPTER 9 & 10
THE MISSION.
Tesiera noted that the midnight breeze blew with a different chill tonight — was it just her or did it feel like it came with an eerie aura? She concluded that it might just be a feeling peculiar to only her tonight. Why? The accomplishment she had been longing for was finally within her grasp.
The mansion had been dead–quiet but now, the sound of the windows sliding open intercepted it and Tesiera entered into the room stealthily and within a split–second, her Korth Revolver was already in her hands and ready to cut short the life of whatever unlucky bastard that might be in the hallway.
But there was no one around. Perfect, that’s exactly what she wanted. Her calculations were right — she wasn’t stupid enough to enter into her victim’s room directly because there was a possibility that it’ll cause an unwanted noise. Instead, she dropped in through the window of the bedroom at the end of the floor, and came out to the hallway.
She looked around once again to be sure she was alone, and then she cautiously advanced down the hallway — her gun positioned at the right angle and her keen eyes darting about — until she got to his room. It was way too easy to spot, its door was a different colour than the rest of the doors. It was a dead giveaway.
Her hand slipped into her pocket and brought out a pin, she would use that to unlock the door. A few picks at the lock and within a little moment, the door unlocked. Tesiera surveyed again in case anyone was looming in the corners, when she was sure she was alone once again, she opened the door gradually and stepped in.
The lights were switched off, and the only illumination in the room came from the open curtain drapes and the moonlight poured dimly into the room. Her eyes spiraled to the king–sized bed at the other end of the room, a shadowy figure slept peacefully on the mattress, oblivious of the unexpected danger that stood in his room.
Her grip against the gun clenched tightly as rage rushed with so much intense force in her veins. She stared at the sleeping man with so much loathe and disdain — she wished she could kill him a thousand times over and over instead of just once.
She leaned against the door and took a moment to observe how the bastard was sleeping without a care in the world, while she couldn’t even remember the last time she had a goodnight rest ever since twenty years ago when he pulled the trigger at her innocent father.
Even a thousand deaths wouldn’t suffice for all the torment and suffering she went through because of him.
Kracusian fucking Kingston.
How dare he live such a pain–free life when she’s been subjected to agony and trauma because of what he did?
A hint of a cynical smirk played at the edge of Tesiera’s lips — yes, she was so enraged by the mere existence of this man, but she couldn’t deny the feeling of her victory was so imminent and close that she could almost taste it.
Tesiera placed her gun back into its holder — dying by a gun seemed too sophisticated for a man like him, he deserved a brutal death. Perhaps she could bury all six of her new collection knives into his body, sit on his bed and listen to music while he bled out?
Very enticing thought.
She pulled out the knife–sheath containing one of her best collection of tactical throwing knives — Magnum Bailey Bo-Kri Ziel knife. The best and one of the deadliest. She had six of them with her, but soon they would decorate this man’s skin.
The sound of shuffling brought Tesiera back to alert and she quickly assumed a defensive stance. It wasn’t anything threatening rather, it was just Kracus adjusting positions on the bed as he rolled over. In this new position, he was directly under the moonlight that casted rays through the window.
Under the limelight, Tesiera could see the real–life features of her father’s killer for the first time. Admittedly, he was a good looking man. When she trailed him, she did it from afar so his two protectors won’t pick up on her tail. Standing upclose to him now, she realized that he was even more handsome than that video she had of him displayed.
Guess there’s no justice in this world, for a cold-blooded murderer to look like that.
She was angry with herself for noticing the man’s features. Good thing, that the bastard would be dead soon. She would make sure to carve up his face with her knife before he died. Would he look so handsome in death?
Guess we have to find out.
Pulling out two knives from it’s sheath, she curved her hands around them with expertise and covered the distance between them…
REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 1 – 10
Kracus felt disturbed. An off-putting wave. He could sense that he was no longer alone and there was a malicious presence in the room.
Just as he opened his eyes, the next thing that met his gaze was a projected knife buzzing in the air sharply in his direction.
His body quickly reacted in urgency and he pushed himself away, rolling over the bed and falling to the floor to luckily dodge the knife. The pace of his heartbeat quickened immediately in response to his endangerment, the sudden adrenaline rush and the hasty movement he had just made by dodging an agile knife thrown at him.
He quickly got up from the floor as it was a disadvantage to still lay there in the midst of an attack. The shadowy figure that disbursed the knife was in the dark of the room, and he couldn’t see anything other than the reflecting shadow of the knives in her hands and the strikin, red-colored, voluminous hair.
“A woman.” He muttered underneath his breath, clearly taken aback.
A woman had not only broken into his house and snuck into his room, but tried to kill him with a knife? How can a woman be that skilled with a blade — Kracus knew it was a close miss and the only advantage he had was the fact that he could slide off his bed. If not for that, with the way she had thrown that knife calculatedly, it would’ve hit a vital part of his body .
Before he could even comprehend anything further, the sound of another knife being propelled at him filled the air. His hands quickly grabbed a pillow from the bed and at the same time, he ducked. The sound of the knife striking the pillow was heard.
“Shit.” He cussed, tossing the pillow aside with lightening speed and hurried to the other side of the room but her footsteps followed after him. He had nothing to defend himself with and his room was sound–proof, which meant that he couldn’t call for help.
Kracus began doubting his conclusion. Was this actually a woman? How can a woman fire knives so effortlessly and on–target like this? But he could see the feminine mystique of her shadow and he doubted the existence of any man with a magma–coloured and lengthy hair.
It is a woman.
A dangerous one, that was after his life for reasons he couldn’t phantom.
He had to deal with this woman alone, but she had four knives and probably more weapons while he had nothing. His swift reflexes wouldn’t suffice for long against this expert and the blocked the door with her body. For a few seconds, he contemplated the window, before he thought against it. His bedroom was thirty feet above the ground, his brain would scatter everywhere if he were to make that jump.
Apparently, she had him trapped. The third knife came out of nowhere and his quick reflexes won against it. Kracus rolled effortlessly away from the weapon, satisfied to hear the ‘clang’ sound of it falling to the floor.
The dim moonlight from the windows weren’t strong enough to cast illumination at the part of the room where he was and everywhere was pitch black. It was an advantage because she couldn’t see him, but also a disadvantage because he couldn’t see her either.
He could only hear her footsteps. But then, they stopped.
A heavy, uneventful seconds of silence, filled with tension passed.
The brisk and brief sound of a blade skidding in air was heard again, but it was really hard to dodge something you can’t see the direction it was coming from. Kracus scooted away from the spot as fasr as he could nevertheless.
REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 1 – 10
In that split–second he wondered, if he had accurately dodged the knife like the last two times, then why didn’t he hear the clinking sound of it falling to the ground?
And that’s when it hit him, the stinging pain of a brutally torn flesh by a sharp intruder.
“Fuck,” Kracus grunted as the pricking pangs of pain throbbed in his thigh and he fell on the floor. The knife has struck his thigh and the gushing red stained his blue–striped pajama pants.
His breathing heavy, he slowly got to his feet. “Who are you? What do you want from me?” His voice came out strong, it held none of the pain he felt.
She took one last step forward and stepped into the limelight. That was when Kracus saw the manacing face of his attacker.
Her glassy–brown eyes had intimidating glare, filled with hate, as cold as icicle. They harbored so much disdain and the intent to kill was imprinted on their dangerous appeal. She was a very beautiful woman, but she looked at him like he was the devil himself.
For a moment, he was thrown offguard. Never in his life had such hate been directed at him before. Not even by the one person who once tormented his life in the past and made it hell for him.
She was quick with her moves—way too quick, and in the next second, she was in front of him and stuck another knife deep into his right leg, and withdrew it just as fast.
Kracus grimaced at the pain, his blood spilling like water from a loose tap. In close proximity, he could read the coldness and rage in those eyes.
“W–who sent you?” He asked.
REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 1 – 10
Tesiera admitted with shock, that she had gotten a few things wrong tonight.
No one had ever succeeded in dodging her knives before. On rare occasions, highly-skilled fighters might dodge one or two of her knives, but that was where it ended. But, this surgeon had dodged expertly—skillfully—dodged three of her knives.
Never in her widest imagination did she ever think the man would know anything about fighting. She was very wrong. The man was highly skilled.
“Who sent you?” He asked, slowly getting to his feet. “Is it Walter?Did Walter send you to kill me?”
Tesiera didn’t give a shit about whoever the Walter man was, she was still reeling. Another shock was the way the man handled pain. Most of her victims would be screaming by now, crying like a child and their fear would be written all over their faces. But not this man.
He grunted when her knife made contact, but that was it. His eyes held confusion, wariness, pain, but there was no atom of fear in his eyes. For a man who took two sharp, lethal blades inside him, he was composed as fûck. It made her livid.
Tesiera withdrew the sixth knife; her last strike, and went for his heart. But, it didn’t make contact. Instead, the man sidestepped it and swiftly, swung his hand to her fist, knocking the knife away from her hand. A complete, unexpected move.
Taking advantage of that split second of surprise, Kracus trudged to the other end of the room, away from her. She followed after him promptly, withdrawing the spare knife she had from her butt sheath and jabbed it toward his direction. But, he dodged it again.
Kracus saw the new weapon. It looked more like a dagger than a knife, different from the others. He needed to stall this woman long enough to get to it. “Who are you?” He asked, wondering just how many more weapons she had in that outfit of hers.
“I’m the last face you would ever see, you cold-blooded murderer.” She advanced on him again.
“What the hell do you mean by cold-blooded murderer? Who the fûck are you?” Kracus’ back met with the wall which halted him. Tesiera’s smirk deepened. Now, she had him cornered with nowhere else to run to. Time to finish this.
Angling her knife, she aimed it at his throat, “I hope you rot in hell, Kracusian Kingston.” She raised it high, about to strike…
All of a sudden, the blaring sound of aware went off and the whole bedroom became to flash red.
Tesiera was stunned. That was when she saw his hand resting on something on the wall. Not something, she thought as he moved his hand. It was a button. A red button labeled ‘Emergency’.
There was a fucking alarm here!?
Within seconds, the bedroom door burst open, and two hefty men rushed in and stopped short when they saw a red-headed woman with a knife on her hand and their boss on the floor, his thighs drenched in his own blood and a knife stuck to his left leg.
What the hell?
His protectors held guns, Tesiera noted, and one of them was already cocking his.
She whirled around and sprinted for the nearest window, hearing the sound of urgent footsteps chasing her. But, agility was one of Tesiera’s perks and before they could make a target with their gun, she leaped out of the window of the mansion.
“Did she just jump out? We are thirty fucking meters above the ground!?” Bose raged, racing toward the window in topic and Clinton followed hotly on his tail.
“Well, she will be deader than dead. Saves us a lot of stres—holy shit.” Clinton cut off suddenly. They watched with their mouth gaping open as the feminine figure somersaulted three times, rose from the ground and ran away into the night.
A grunt from their boss sprang them into action again. They pocketed their guns and hurried to him.
“We are so sorry, boss. We had no idea, goddamnit!” Bose cussed, his rage directed at himself.
“We gotta get the boss to the hospital, I’m calling 911.” Clinton said, tapping the screen of his cellphone, “Stay with the boss. I’ll gathered our men to get the cars ready!”
Kracus couldn’t pay attention to what was going on around him, instead, his mind was centered on what the girl had called him. A cold-blooded murderer.
That a stranger would call him that, hurt almost as much as the fucking knife wounds. For the life of him, he could not figure out why she would call him such a horrible name, because he has never murdered anyone in cold blood in his entire life.
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REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 1 – 10
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