27 ~ I Can Only See Destruction

Brinda

Seeing Marshall stand in front of me again, the strength I had gathered all these while just drained out of my body. Sweat glistened on my brow and my heart couldn't stop beating fast like a freight train. 

“How is this possible? I pushed you myself.” There was a rapid vibration in my voice. 

He shot me a sarcastic glance as he said, “That was what you think. Yes, you did push me off the cliff but… Here I am. Ta-da! You must have hit rock bottom.” 

“Brinda… Don't fall for it. He is trying to trap you.” Bullet said with a tone devoid of emotion but my mind was faraway from where I was. 

Is this the same person who promised that I would get over these same men? 

“Brinda!” Bullet's voice came cracking like thunder, shaking the air. She shoved me to the left and a few seconds later, I heard her grunting.

As I turned, I saw Alice behind me. Her face was twisted in a snarl. Her hands, raised slightly above my head and she was ready to make me her prey. 

I shot her a deadly glance and crawled backward. 

Within a few minutes, we were both grunting and fighting off the pain that came with the intense fight. I finally pushed Alice towards the cupboard and tied her hands backward. 

I fled to assist Bullet in assisting Marshall who didn't seem like someone who just stood from a wheelchair. Well… He never had a broken bone. 

He striked Bullet on her jaw and she fell to the floor. I hit Marshall with a spear and we both rolled to the passage. 

“Brinda… You still won't give up. By working for Francesco, you are digging your grave. Very soon, you will be dead.” He was irate as his voice rose to a shrill pitch. 

“Why don't I send you to your maker first?” My eyes blazed with fury as I confronted him. 

“That's for you. In my eyes, I can only see destruction knocking at your door. And that begins…” He clenched his fist and his knuckles went white with tension. 

I ran towards him but he had the same thing in mind. We locked hands for a few seconds before he overpowered me and punched my right shoulder. 

I let out a little while I rolled his arms behind and pushed him to the railing. For a reason I do not know, I kept trying to push him off the rail so he could fall all the way down. 

A hand tapped my back rapidly before it started pulling me away. “Brinda, that's enough. We need to get out of here. Right now!” 

I failed to listen to Bullet as I continued trying to push Marshall off the cliff. All I remembered was a hard kick from Bullet that sent Marshall to the ground on my left side. 

“What the…” I started but couldn't finish as Bullet grabbed my left arm and dragged me back to an open window closer to the steps. 

She tied a rope around my waist and I climbed out the window after she hung it on the iron door close by. 

I started my descent and kept looking up to see if she was coming as well. A few seconds later, accompanied by the noise from Marshall's men, Bullet started climbing down too. 

A wave of satisfaction washed over me as she made her way down quickly. I untied the rope around my waist when I reached down. 

I looked up and saw Alice running her hands in her hair like a crazy woman. My breath hitched at the thought of what she wanted to do. 

“Jump!” I screamed, knowing fully well that I would attract the attention of Marshall's men who were guarding the walls on the other side behind the building. 

If I don't tell her to jump, Alice would rip off the ropes from the door's handle and Bullet might end up dying before she reaches down. 

Seeing that her plan had failed, Alice started shooting like a crazy being. “Get them!” Her temper erupted like a volcano, spewing forth a current of anger. 

I and Bullet took to our heels. We climbed the walls and escaped and that was how we called it a successful mission. 

We finally had the crypt key!!!

The next morning when we arrived at New York, we rushed home after Bullet gave me a lecture about not letting my emotions take over me while we were on missions. 

We entered the mansion with minds full with what laid ahead of us. But to our utmost surprise, we were welcomed by a soft expression full of admiration from Francesco. 

He walked up to the dining room where there were a  variety of dishes. My stomach grumbled just at the sight of them. 

“It's all yours. Congratulations!!!” He announced as he pointed towards the table. Bullet wasted no time in settling down and I did the same. 

We started eating like gluttons until Francesco who was just seated smiling as much as he could stopped us and poured some wine into three bottles. 

Isn't this the best of his attitude I have seen since a month ago he forced me to work for him?

A month ago! 

The words stung me but I had no choice. It's been a month since my mother died or should I say that she was killed? 

And by who? Francesco, of course. 

“And did you see him kill her with his bare hands?” A voice echoed at the back of my mind. “Don't just conclude on an issue without knowing what the full story is.” 

Whatever it is, all I know is that he was the one who killed my mother and I would make him pay every second of it. 

Anyway, it had started already since I have been mixing shards of broken glass in his meals and drinks. How many more days does he have left? Time will tell. 

If there is anyone that will kill him, it has to be me. Afterall, I am his black rose.