Diana

It was like watching a horror movie, as blood kept sipping out from his wound non stop. He took the dagger from his lips and walked towards me.

I contemplated on using my gun, but I knew it was a bad idea. A very bad one. 'Diana don't let him scare you.' I cautioned my racing heart and tense body.

My eyes darted to my mom's direction. The bastard didn't throw me towards her direction no matter what.

I recalled all his deeds, my dad almost dying and others and regained my confidence. If I managed to messed him up this much, then I can do more.

With those thoughts in mind; I didn't wait for him to get to where I stood and dashed towards him as well. Our blades collided with each other, while our legs hit and counter attacks from each other.

Despite the loss of blood, he seemed to get stronger. I could feel his hatred for me. It's like we are mortal enemies or something.

I didn't do anything to this bastard! I was only born by two people in love. I got furious and that unjust feeling got me more aggressive.

I throw heavy blows and kicks at him crazily. Well, he was the one who presents his skin to me, by taking off his shirt.

I ran towards the wall once again, touched one foot on it and throw my body at him in a flash, slashing his chest. I didn't managed to cut deeply before he caught my wrist.

I quickly forced the dagger in my hand into his arms as I can to free my wrist from his grasp. He was about to break my arm, but ended up throwing me at the wall once again, as he couldn't withstand the pain.

My head hit hard on the wall. It was so hard that I struggled to get up, but couldn't till he got hold of my legs.

I quickly raised both my hands above my face to shield myself, as he swirl my body around.

He let out a roar like an animal as he turned around faster. I couldn't do anything than shield my face. My hair band managed to get loose.

My hair swirl in the air, but he didn't stop. I felt dizzy as I opened my eyes, but quickly closed it and grit my teeth, and protect my face as I can.

My body hit my mom's dresser. He didn't stop waving me around though. I winced as my body hit the dresser again. The glass broke and the aluminum made stands shattered.

He suddenly lifted me up and slammed my body on the broken glass and broken aluminum standing. I gasp and couldn't get up.

My back hit one of the standings, making me unable to move for that moment. It felt numb like the bones in my back were gone. That includes different cuts from the broken mirror.

I could feel pieces of broken glass pierced through my skin, but didn't know where exactly, as the feeling comes from different parts.

Seeing him coming for me, I endured the pain and picked one of the aluminum and throw it at him. He ducked it, but I managed to struggle back on my feet.

He look horrible with all the blood on him. I gritted my teeth and charged at him with fury.

He welcome my attacks with his. I was so pissed at this rate and very hurt. It's different from when I get a break after being beaten up silly at the camp.

Aroma's voice rang in my head as I fought him harder. She had asked me if I will give up and let myself got killed because it's hard, because I'm hurt, because my opponent appear stronger than I had imagined.

My gaze turned frosty. This isn't the matter of skills anymore. I didn't even managed to showcase those skills. I think what I need to do is to use my brain.

A lot of thoughts passed through my head as we scrimmage. I tipped my toes on the wall, making me get the chance to land a heavy hit on his head with my elbows.

He staggered back, giving me a breathing space, which I didn't take but charged forward. I started aiming at his wounds.

I delivered a heavy hit at his stomach, which made blood escaped his lips, few drops splashed on my face, which I quickly cleaned with my hand.

I rushed towards him, believing he has been weakened by my attack, but was stunned when he suddenly rolled his body on the floor and picked up the dagger close to where he was.

I didn't realize he has picked a weapon until his hand passed through my waist line. I ducked to a side as he tried to hit me again and swung my body in the air, delivering a surprise kick to his face, which sent his body flying backwards.

He's not as strong as before, as he has lost a lot of blood, but he still didn't give up. He wanted to kill me so badly.

To be honest, I'm getting weak as well. The only thing kept me standing is my body being accustomed to all this. I looked down at my waist that was bleeding crazily and my eyes caught sight of the needle case on my wrist.

That's right! I have my needles with me. Aroma had said 2 poke of the needle could cure my cold, but will damage my inner body parts.

Before I could plan the needle usage well, I sensed something off and looked up to see Shane reached for his gun, that I've forgotten existed.

It was too late to stop a shot being fired, so I took out mine and we fire a shot at the same time.

2 bang sound alerted his guards immediately. My shot hit his shoulder,making him drop his gun, while his grazed my thigh and hit a flower vase behind me.

He wasn't expecting mine, but I caught him before he could sneak a shot, which made me moved at the right time, but couldn't evade it completely.

My thigh bled, but it doesn't hurt as my waist. I knew it was time to escape. If those guards met me here; it's the end.

All these thoughts were going in my head as I head towards him, while I brought out needles from the case.

He tried to reach for the gun that left his grasp after I shot him, but I got there faster. I throw a heavy kick at his jaw, sending his entire body crashing on the floor.

I moved closer to him with urgency as his mobile phone has been ringing nonstop after the shot. I shook the needles in my hand to his thigh. It's about 5 to 6 in number, I'm not entirely sure.

I quickly turned around and dashed towards the window. I wanted to do something else to him, but instead of risking my life, since I still need to climb my way out of the building; I leave the rest of the torture to my needles.

I knew if I remained longer, even if he died; his guard will kill me as well, so I fled.