For the next 87 posts I’ll be following DeviantArt user QueenPetra’s 100 Word Challenge List. Today’s word: “Revenge”
I feel a sick thrill of horror deep in the pit of my stomach as I stand over her body. Blood pools in the palm of her lily-white hand, trailing gently down her arm from the wound in her side. Her once-bright eyes stare blankly, darkly up at me, and I suppress a heavy shudder.
My sister is dead.
My sister is dead.
Bile rises, stinging in my throat, burning by my hectic-beating heart.
I slowly turn from her. Though I do not glance back, I feel the pricking of her death-stare between my shoulderblades. Slow, measured steps take me from the side of my beautiful, innocent sister. I leadenly lift the latch and leave her there in the front room. The door slams behind me with a hefty finality, cutting me off once and for all from the life I once loved.
I will make him pay — the son-of-a-bitch that brought this on her.
If it hadn’t been for him, my lily-white sister would still be alive.
He looks up with surprise when I enter his workshop. As he takes in my expression, all color drains from his face.
“She’s dead,” I blankly say.
“Dead!” The awl falls from his suddenly-limp fingers. And then, “What have you done?” The words emerge like a death-rattle.
“She was pure, and innocent, and good,” I snarl, advancing on him. “You couldn’t stand it, could you? Seeing her so unsoiled?”
“Are you mad? I loved her!” He takes a step backward. The tools on the workbench rattle as the backs of his legs come up hard against it.
“Then you shouldn’t have touched her.” I am almost upon him now.
“What have you done, you– nngh…” His eyes widen one last time, and blood dribbles from his lips as I thrust the dagger deeper into his side. My sister’s blood mingles with his on the blade.
“You killed her,” I rasp, “as surely as if you’d held the knife.”
I move toward the door, then pause there, glancing back over my shoulder at the body sprawled across the workbench.
“I had no choice,” I whisper, and a single tear escapes my eye.