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This time....I'm not going to run.

Rica howls loudly in my head, and I shut my eyes, trying to block the pain.

What are you doing! I scream at her.

Sorry! I'm just so fucking proud!! FINALLY!! We can make them all suffer! Rica shouted, bouncing around in my battered head.

We won't be able to do anything if I pass out! I reminded her. Ulrica gave a loud huff but finally stopped. I take a deep breath and focus all my energy towards my hands. The silver against my wrists began to burn at an agonizing temperature. I could smell my flesh burn, and I can't tell if it's from the silver or the fire raging out of my hands. I wanted to scream, cry out, make all the pain go away but the image of the girl's troubled face before she died tormented my mind and fueled my anger. I open my eyes, not realizing they were closed and saw the Bull step towards the women and children.

"Leave...them...alone." I strained, my voice cracking and sounding foreign even to me, raspy and demented. The Bull whirled around to face me. His face shocked and had a hint of fear. I pulled on my restraints with everything I had, and they snapped off my arms like twigs. Shakely, I get to my knees, my eyes never leaving his.

"Leave...them...alone," I repeat my voice still hoarse. The Bull blinks and quickly masks his emotions. A vicious snarl crosses his cold face. He doesn't answer me, he only snapped his fingers, and every single wolf pointed their guns at me. In a second, they could shoot me, and there would be no way I could move in time to avoid a fatal hit. I look up at the man who could kill me with a single snap of his finger. And then it occurred to me, and I will never be the hero in my own life. No matter what happens after tonight, I will always be the bad guy...the villain. No one would mourn me after I was gone. Everyone who I have ever met in my life would love nothing more than to sing and dance on my body, not even giving me the luxury of burying my corpse in the cold ground. They would let wild animals ravage my body before even considering the common courtesy of closing my eyes after my death.

And yet... Ulrica whispered in my head.

And yet I couldn't just turn my back, and I couldn't deny the thrill of having a chance to make all of these men and women suffer. I wanted to torture all of them and show the King precisely who he was dealing with. A weak smile breaks onto my face, and I push off my knees slowly.

Yes, I am not the hero of this world, and I am not a slave for the King. I will never bow to anyone.

We can be our own fucking hero, Anala Rica roared in our head. We can do this!

And even if I can't, I have to. I finish in my head.

--Demidicus--

Aching

Throbbing

Biting

Pain

So much pain was pounding throughout my entire body. I lifted my hand to touch my head only to find it bound behind my back.

Why can't I raise my arms...why can't I open my eyes. Panic consumes everything, and I try to wriggle every muscle in my body.
Shit I whimper, it's like elephants and cars all have trampled my body at the same time. The ropes were cutting into my flesh, and I could feel the blistering rash with each twist.

"Leave...them...alone" A voice breaks the heavy silence, and I freeze. I know this voice...but why does it sound so...strange. It sends cold shivers running up and down my spine, but it's enough to force my eyes open and stare in the direction of her voice. I felt my heart sink with dread and fear.

They found her. I swerved my head back and forth, and the pit in my stomach kept sinking farther and farther. Everyone I ever loved were all on their knees. I could smell the fear and blood in the air. I look back at the girl, her face calm as she laid her hands on her knees. Never breaking eye contact with the man standing in front of me, tall and unyielding, like a mountain. I move my head back and forth, trying to get her attention, trying to tell her to run as fast as she can just like in the forest. But only this time, I couldn't get away. This time I couldn't grab a gun and shoot everyone who is a threat to her. Before that day, I was never able to hit my targets, but on that day, when she risked her life to save mine, I knew I couldn't miss. But now, here I am helpless again in front of her.

Please, I plead in my head. Please just run! I want to shout, but my throat is so tightly bounded by fear I have to force myself to breathe. I move my mouth to form the words, but again, nothing comes out.

For a split second, she closes her eyes, and I see a small smile flicker on her face before she opens her eyes. It happened so fast for a second I think I imagined it. She takes a shaking breath before slowly standing on her feet, swaying from the weight of her small body.

Now turn around and run into the trees I plead, still moving my pounding head to get her attention.

"If you want to continue living, I suggest you get back on your knees and stay quiet." The man in front of me spoke, his voice low and tense.

She continued to stare impassively at him, swaying side to side in a slow rhythmic pace. She looked so small and weak compared to everyone here, but something about her screamed bloodlust. Her sway picked up the pace. The mountain laughed at the girl, and he took a step towards her.

"Did you get hit too many times in the head it made you stupid? I said, 'Kneel' I won't warn you again Rozinov" He ordered taking another step towards her. Still, Rozinov says nothing but continues her gentle sway. Each second she was swaying faster and faster. I could hear the breathing of every single person stop all at once.

"I can feel your heart," Rozinov whispered, closing her eyes for effect, everyone looked at the man, I couldn't see his face, but he was suddenly too rigid. Her swaying grew inhumanly fast, and she opened her blood red eyes. The man took a step back and drew out a gun.

"Go to hell!" He shouted, fear creeping into his voice as a shot rang out, followed by an array of silver bullets. Before anyone could blink a man suddenly stood in front of Rozinov, The bullet wounds were a mess, as if he'd been hit with two different kinds of weapon all at once. There was the usual dark red hole that oozed thickly, but also hundreds of various tiny wounds – like a bomb going off inside his body. The man's face contorted with shock, dark red blood rushed out of the entry wounds the bullets had pierced through. Rozinov pushed the man away from her, and he landed with a soft thud, his eyes blank, dead. I looked back at her, and she was whipping imaginary dirt off her hands.

"Oh honey," She giggled, her voice sounding distorted as if two voices were speaking together, "Where do you think I came from?" the voice asked sarcastically.

Suddenly the ground came to life at her feet. Ghost-like figures clawed their way up moving at jangled angles, twisting and bending, they were pitch black and lied by her feet like dolls over the grass. Their limbs held at awkward angles, their heads jerked in such a way that did not suggest they were sleeping. These bodies, once living beings and alive as I am, now abandoned dark shells left to serve her. I shook my head, shocked at what I was seeing. When I looked into her eyes I felt my core shake with fear, her face, what once I thought was angelic and innocent now was as pale as the moon, eyes bright glowing fire with blood dripping out of her mouth. Her frame no longer looked small and feeble, instead rang out with power and dominating the air around her. She stood with her knees bent, ready to spring up and kill anyone who dared to attack her.

She's wild.

Brutal.

A breathtakingly beautiful demon.

I once read that the purest angels make the cruelest demons.

No one would suspect this small child would have the power to burn down the entire world.

"Kneel." She commanded with such force I dropped my head to the ground. I looked up from my lashes and saw the wolves drop their weapons and fall to the ground, heads bowed, hands on their knees, trembling before her. The tall man stumbled before digging his feet into the ground, fighting her control.

The man gave let out a choked laugh.

"Nice try." He mocked before throwing himself at her. Something gleamed in the firelight and slashed at her before she could move out of the way. Rozinov blinked before looking down at her stomach where the dagger stuck out at an odd angle. She coughed up blood and spat on his face

"Rude," she muttered a dark snarl rips her face.

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