Regina

by Mary Ann Moody

  Chapter Thirty

  I screamed when I saw grandpa approach me with a huge freaking knife. Then, the wall of windows behind the people exploded into pieces. It threw glass shards and pieces of the wood window frame everywhere. They did not expect it and many were cut to pieces from the large chunks of glass. I heard familiar screams as I looked around. Ironically, not one piece of glass found its way into my skin. I was too far back to really get any damage. If I had been closer to the windows, that explosion really could’ve killed me.

  They rushed in with supernatural speed, slicing and dicing the Law. I knew Sarah was among them and was here to save me. My adrenaline kicked in and I flexed my body with such anger, the ropes snapped off my arms and legs.

  I surveyed the horrible mess in front of me. The glass was missing from the windows. Jeff was cut in the process and the other half of him was somewhere, lost in the rubble. He lay among the bodies, shaking from nerve damage. Natalie tried to help Katie, who had a big piece of glass stuck in her side. I saw blood gush from her body. Natalie screamed for help. The same went for Jane, who bled profusely from a cut to the stomach. She writhed in pain once she saw the wound. I tried to find out what happened to the others, but the blood covered their faces and many of them were already dead like Mr. Color, some of my teachers, and neighbors.

  Sarah Lordview was amazing. She cut apart anyone who got in front of her. She was so fast, I barely saw her slice through them with her sword. Agility and physical strength was something Sarah definitely excelled in. Without a hint of empathy, she stabbed people and cut off limbs with lightning speed. When she was finished, Sarah was immediately at my side. She wasn’t alone. Her companion was over six feet tall with muscles as large as a movie star’s. His mohawk was black and totally rocked. He gathered me into his arms and turned to Sarah. We heard the loud pounding coming from the lower floors.

  “Quickly, before they realize we have her.” Sarah said to him.

  I tried to tell the guy I could walk, but it didn’t matter. A knife was launched at him. It landed in his forehead and killed him instantly. He didn’t drop me because the knife went through his head, into the wall with the yucky wallpaper, and pinned us to the wall. His body stayed in position, but it started to twitch soon after he died.

  My mother came at Sarah and my father came at me. Somehow, they made it past the explosion of glass. Sarah and my mother stood in front of each other, sizing one another up. Strangely, Sarah smiled widely at my mother and unsheathed her sword with a quickness that made my head spin. I removed myself from the dead man’s grasp. It was disgusting. I’ve never seen a dead body, let alone touched one. I had my feet planted firmly on the ground when my father came at me with his arms outstretched. He grabbed my throat and threw me into the main room with little effort on his part.

  I landed face first into a pile of glass and blood. I put my hands to protect myself, but they slid forward and my face still went into the pile of broken glass. Pain ripped into my body and dominated me. I tried to get off the ground with my elbows. My father’s footsteps echoed heavily on the floorboards. Blood clouded my vision so I couldn’t see him, but I definitely heard him. I panicked and tried to wipe my eyes with my hands, but the glass was stuck in my fingers and scraped my eyelids. I screamed in pain as he advanced on me. I heard the clinks of knives around me and screams of horror when an appendage was cut off. I forced myself to see by making my eyes open. I saw my father through the blood and glass covering my face. He came at me with that knife in his hand, and this time, he was determined to kill me. I turned over on my stomach and tried to crawl away from him. I didn’t care if the glass on the ground cut my stomach and chest.

  Everything happened so fast: my father turned me over on my back and straddled my chest, I threw out my hands, he stabbed me, blood exploded from my chest, I screamed in pain, he screamed in triumph. He looked me deep into the eye as he pushed the knife deeper into my heart. I looked helplessly at the man that loved me like a father and blacked out.