Part 7 : Revenge that Kills

So what if they come back to their house thrashed, destroyed? They did the same to me, why would I care?

"I'm a mess, aren't I?" I silently whisper. Though a whisper so silent, even close is unheard. 

I continue walking, knife gripped tightly in my hand, to my destroyed home. However, after I see a girl, probably a teenager, 16, pull out her phone and call someone, I decide that I mustn't show my chosen weapon. I continue to walk, now fast pace, and fold my wings over myself and the knife.

It was worse than when I last saw it. Everything but the stump is removed. Not anything left. I am saddened by this but it must not stop me. 

"Back again? Didn't you learn your lesson last time?"

I say nothing to him as I bring out my weapon. 

"How unfair." He mocks. "I didn't get a chance to prepare." He then reaches and grabs a sharpened stick and a few rocks. The first he throws misses. Shocked, he attempts a second time. This one, I avoid quickly. However, not the third. 

That's when I start running for him. Knife in hand. 

The last thing I hear are his screams cut off with a brutal stab which were then, and now now, the screams of his family in terror.

I didn't do it. .