The Rise of Elena


Escaping her wrist confines

she crept down the darkened hallway to an open window and out into the night

Retracing Anna’s memory to a homestead which she found empty of anyone else

she climbed the staircase 

found the walk-in closet and there in the back the leather gear she so loved

A perfect fit complete with boots, bracelets and leg armour strap which held her favorite blade

now to seek him out and pay him his due.

sleek, stealth, hungry for revenge

dripping water echoed in the night

the song of an old owl

the screeching of an animal dying

she could feel his heartbeat inside her mind

his pulse was rapid on the scars she bore on her wrists

she was numb

there he was

drunk and passed out in the armchair

she was swift in her movements

when the blade tore across his throat he had only but one gasp at air

the first cut was deep

the sanguine flowed from him as the rippled river did from Anna’s wrist on the night of her demise

the second cut nearly severed his head

there was a massive gush

a river of red

and it was over

Elena stood over his lifeless body

ran the blade of her knife over her tongue

as she swallowed she had but one thought

I walk the night alone

she vanished that night

but every once in a while

an abusive man comes up missing or dead

She will forever remain in darkness.

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Original written work of Gillian A. Gibson Copy Right Protected by the Crimson Vaults 2015
Original written work of Gillian A. Gibson Copy Right Protected by the Crimson Vaults 2015

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