28 Murder III : Killing Uzi The Ripper

There was something about pain that fascinated me. Sometimes it could get so intense that you end up feeling nothing. It becomes emptiness, a void flitting by with such speed your perception becomes to slow and dull to catch it's advent. You would have ached so bad that your sense of self becomes nothing but a blank slate, the pain would make your entire life seem as if it was nothing more than just a dream.

Your heartbeat would falter, your convictions would shake, and your mind would burn. At that point, nothing else mattered as all that was left of you would be centered in that moment when the pain fades and becomes nothing. You become a part of the pain, and the pain becomes a part of you. There is no fear, no anxiety, no hopes or dreams.....there's just nothing.

And then in some rare cases, the pain never fades, it builds and it twists the very foundation of your heart. And then you find yourself wanting more, needing more. The pain becomes your reason for living, for loving, for fighting. It becomes your one pleasure In a world of grey unpleasantness and joyful despair. You end up loving the pain, and it becomes something you strive to feel and please to the very pinnacle capable for a person of your existence. It becomes a drug, a blessing...….and a curse.

I didn't know which state of pain I was in at that moment, but it burned. I could feel his saliva drip into my throat, riding the wave of poisoned blood as my very body reacted violently to the silver in my throat. The werewolf saliva wrecked it's own havoc as it pulled and rotted the very cells within the confines of my body. Uzi came prepared, no doubt about that.But I really had no intention of going down without a fight.

I felt his jaw loosen from around my neck, letting the dry wind flow into my open wound and increasing my agony to new heights unreached and unimaginable. I could see that smug smile on his face that drove the anger I had been able to keep at bay for the past seven hours to the forefront of my mind. It filled me with rage and wrath, and I wanted nothing more than to tear that smug face of his to shreds.

As he was about to get up I stretched forth my hand and grabbed his fured arm. He struggled a bit to shake me off. But I wouldn't let go, not before I hurt him at least. Not before he watched me breath my last with a defiant smile on my lips.

"You're really as tenacious as they say ehhh!Well no matter, the longer you live the more enjoyment I will get from what I do next to your lover. Look at her!She's so shocked she can't move. Hehehe but what did you expect 'Lion of Shearath', this was a fight that you would never have won."

Aww jeez, I wonder how things degenerated so fast to become this ugly. I have plans, or should I say had plans. I'm dying now, fading. I think I realized which category of pain I fell under...I craved it. My world was fading, but the pain kept me grounded in reality, it stoked my anger which in turned made my blood flow faster and my heart beat harder.

If I was alive you could say I was running on pure adrenaline,but now I guess you could say I was literally runningy the power of my superior soul. It took one word for me to get that smile I so desperately wanted to put on my face and close my eyes.

I looked up at Uzi and placed my hands on his chest, drawing him closer so that he wouldn't run away. And then I said.

"BREAK"

I was working with just my instincts here. I was banking on the fact that I had once weaved a rune without the need of using my fingers to make hand gestures to write it out. It was my last gambit, and thankfully the heavens seemed to have pity on a dying vampire today. My palm glowed blue as the rune word break appeared in bold letters on Uzi's chest. He back pedaled in shock and surprise as he looked at me with a terrified gaze. Then he spoke.

"You're...….you...you're a rune master....…you deceive..."

"CRACK!"

"ARGGHHHH AHHH HAAAAA GARHHHHH"

"CRACK!, CRACK!"

"GAERRRRRR ERRRRR HAAAAA AHHHHHH ARGGHHHH"

I watched in abject fascination as one bone after another on his body began to bend out of shape and break. Some of them did not even need to be bent for them to start breaking. It was my soul energy that was powering this weave, and I could see the damage it was causing.Some of his bones were sticking out if his body, while others had cracks appearing on their frame from within his body. It was slow and it was painful, this was reminiscent of the torture I was currently going through, if not a lot more worse than mine.

I heard his bone crack again as his elbows bent backwards like a reversed L, his screams were so loud that my ear drums vibrated in discomfort. And then I saw one part of his face bend inward, his facial bones not spared by my seal.

Xaseah ran towards me and made sure she gave Uzi a kick to the face for good measure, he fell down clutching his face, and then let out another scream as the bones in his fingers began to bend backwards, one. By. One. Xaseah's figure covered my sight and I was unable to see Uzi again, but his screams continued to remain as music to my ears.

And that was when the backlash from nature came knocking. It was strong, but my mental energy should have been stronger, but with how injured and close to death I was, It was impossible for me to show any resistance. And so I felt that jolt, like a bolt of violent lightening descending from an unforgiving sky. It pierced my mind, attacked my soul, shook what ever was left of my body so hard I could feel my insides burn. And then darkness.

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WHITE DISTRICT

NIGHT WRAITHS HEADQUARTERS

A FEW HOURS LATER.

"Can you save him?"

"Does the sun rise from the east every morning?" Lukas asked in annoyance, but Xaseah did not give an answer.

"of course I can save him. It's going to cost you guys though, and this time money is not going to be enough to buy your way out of the storm that's coming for the both of you."

Xaseah looked confused, but Lukas did not blame her. In her sixty plus years of life in the pit, she has never been in a situation as dire as this. A vampire killing a guard was taboo enough to send that vampire to an afterlife, accompanied by his or her respective family members, after they've all been tortured and made a mockery of.

"No matter how this goes Xaseah, the guards are going to look for someone to pin this on. They need a scape goat." Then he stopped and took a cursory look at her face, hoping to see a change of emotion or a trace of fear.

There was none. Lukas could not say such a sight made him happy. This was the reason why he had never tried to take Xaseah for himself. With a beauty like hers, a thousand men would line up from one end of the pit to another just to have a taste of what she could offer.

But, she was too strong. Lukas preferred his women weak and easy to manipulate, he liked it if every touch of his, brought equal parts pain and pleasure to a woman whenever he touched her. It was a philosophy and a creed he lived by. But Xaseah makes it seem meaningless with her strong and fearless heart.

"I'm willing to do what I have to do, as long as you can save him." She replied with such resoluteness that the devil could not help but admire her.

In his four hundred and seventy years of living in this pit, he could confidently say that Xaseah was the most courageous vampire he had met, with the exception of this idiot lying here, who thought it was a good idea to break every bones in the body of a guard, with his weaving skills.Ahh this is going to cause such a headache.

"There's someone protecting Kael from the shadows, but even, then her influence can only spread so far. If he was conscious he would have been able to escape this predicament by spending a few days in the lovers den, and under the intense scrutiny and care of Adein the lover.But you're the only other person capable of taking punishment, and even if you did not kill the werewolf and was nothing more than a passerby, Adein is going to humiliate you, torture you, and he would do it for as long as he can, and then he's going to kill you."

"I'm not afraid." She said.

Lukas was mad, what's wrong with this woman. They way she was acting now, was normal enough for Xaseah and the people who knew her outside of her friends or family. But her family and friends knew her as someone with a warm personality, kind even if only a little violent.

But right now she was completely indifferent to the danger in front of her, like he was staring at a completely different person. Lukas wanted to see Xaseah in despair, and not just for his amusement, or due to his nature as a devil, but because he wanted to hurt that pretentious prick Shamir. But it was obvious this woman was made of tougher stuff than most.

"Kael can save you if you can hold out long enough. It's possible for him to plead his case, and sway the publics opinion in his favor. If you're still alive then, Adein would have no choice but to let you go. So I guess it's a race against time, and a prayer that your knight in shining armor wakes up in time to save you from a rather painful fate."

"Like I said, I will do what I have to do. And make sure he's fine before you let him move an inch. Don't worry about my life, I'm sure you know how special he is. He's going to set us all free from this place, and if I have to die to make that dream a reality for everyone else, then that's an honor greater than anything else you could ever imagine."

Lukas couldn't help the smile that crossed his face. It was impossible not to admire the balls on this woman. Even with all the crap she has seen in this place for sixty plus years, she was able to still believe in something. She believed in him hard enough that she was ready to even die for him. Their bond aside, it's hard to inspire such loyalty unless it was beat inside your head. It made him admire Kael too.

Even at death's door, the kid was a natural born leader, and this woman in front of him. A natural born general. But that's not all, because somewhere in the pit, this idiot's wife was trying all she could to keep him safe. And that woman was a natural born queen. Lukas could not help grinning at the sudden smell of conflict and drama heading his way. The pit was about to get interesting,very, very Interesting. He looked up at Xaseah and said to her.

"Just hang on for two days, and make as much noise as possible. Let the world know you're doing this to defend Kael. Adein is going to want to torture you in public, so you can use that against him. I want you to tell them how much you're willing to sacrifice for him, how much you believe in him. How much you love him. Speak about your bond, and make sure that no matter what you do, you're the victim and Adein is the monster. Kael will be there to save you."

She looked at him a bit, then turned her gaze to an unconscious Kael who was lying down stifly on a soft bed. Her resolute gaze turned soft for a moment, then she nodded her head, and marched out of the tower, straight into the arms of Adein the lover.