Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 29
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She burst through the crowd, dagger in hand, knocking that old crone on her tail without even noticing. Wardo's eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open and oh... how Lana relished the sight. There was nothing fake about that look, no gleeful mocking. It was pure, honest terror.
Sailing over Hezzi's head, she was airborne for only an instant, but there was so much hatred, so much blind fury pulsing through her veins that it felt much longer. She could see absolutely everything in that single moment, as if time itself was standing still.
She could see the snowflakes frozen in mid-air, slowly being pushed out of the way as she raised her arms above her head. She could see Hezzi and Renna craning their necks, looking up at her in disbelief. And Wardo...
She could see the big vein in his neck, bulging and receding as his heart pumped blood to service his sick, twisted brain.
She landed right on top of him, knocking him over onto his back and pinning him down. "YOU HURT MY BROTHER!" she screamed and plunged the knife straight down, her strike carrying the weight of all her anger and frustration and coldblooded hatred.
Her vengeance.
Wardo covered his neck just in time and the blade sunk deep into his forearm, so deep it was actually bulging against the skin on the other side.
"This is for Dan, you sick son of a bitch!" she yelled and twisted that blade as hard and as fast as she could, opening the wound like a mouth that vomited blood all over his ugly face.
She understood it now. She understood why Wolves were like this, why she was like this. There was something euphoric about it, surrendering to the anger, the hate, throwing yourself fully into the passion of your bloodlust. Nothing else mattered, only that fleeting sensation, that blissful moment when all your emotion pours itself into the pain of your enemy. In that moment, there was no difference between her and the Wolves that had screamed for Ander's blood, or the ones that had crippled her little brother for life, save for one. She was directing her bloodlust at someone who actually deserved it.
She ripped the dagger out of Wardo's gushing arm, splattering the both of them with blood. The way it sprayed was a sight to behold, the way the drips flew from the tip of her blade pure poetry.
It had all happened so fast the crowd was only now beginning to react, screaming and shouting. And somewhere above all the noise, she could hear Dan calling her name.
"Lanaaah! Noooooo!!"
Don't worry, Dan. I'm doing this for you. I'll make it so that they never hurt you again...
She brought the knife down again, aiming for his face; his ugly, putrid, stinking face...
Wardo reached up and grabbed her by the wrist, the tip of the blade dancing a mere hair's width from his eye.
"Dorin!" he yelled, pawing for something on his belt.
Lana knew she was running out of time, so she bore down harder, pushing with all her might, fighting against his grip.
Wardo turned his face to the side, squirming beneath her like a filthy worm. "Dorin!" He pulled something from his belt and tossed it blindly over his shoulder.
It was a knife, plain and ugly, but the blade was clean.
A thought flashed through her mind exactly as the blade flashed in the grey light of this bloody day, there and gone in the blink of an eye.
It wasn't him. He wasn't the one who stabbed Hezzi.
Her blade was inching closer and closer. Wardo was old. He couldn't keep pushing back anymore. But she could. She could push it right through his ear and into his demented brain. She could end this right now...
And maybe, if Dorin hadn't caught Wardo's dagger on the first try, she would have.
She actually saw the tip go inside. She could feel the resistance of his flesh pushing against the blade which in turn pushed against her hand. She could feel it slide deeper...
Dorin tackled her from the front much like she had tackled Wardo, knocking her back. She could feel something pressing against her chest, a painful pressure that made it difficult to breathe, but she didn't pay it much attention at first.
She opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was Hezzi's panicked face, looking at her from a weird upside-down angle. It took her a second to figure out this was because he was lying on his stomach while she was lying on her back. This made it tricky to understand his face, but he looked... frightened. No, terrified.
His little friend gasped and turned her head away, clapping her hands over her eyes for good measure. It was probably the first time she had let go of him since he fell.
Hezzi? What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?
"Lana?" He whispered. From this angle, it looked like the blood on his face was dripping upwards, staining the snow, turning it into a red cloud.
What is... this pain?
She tried to lift her head, only to discover that it was heavy. She could see the grey sky up above, raining snow down on her face.
It was pretty.
Then came the most heart-wrenching, pain-filled scream she had ever heard in her entire life, sharper than the blade in her hand, cutting into her very soul.
"LAAAAANAAAAH!!"
It was Danado. Why...? Why was he screaming like that?
Using every last ounce of her strength, she raised her head.
And saw the hilt of Wardo's knife sticking out of her chest.
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