My Mother's Killer - Ch. 9
Marie Sinclair was seven when her mother was killed in front of her. From then on she planned her life around revenge. Little does she know life has a plan all its own.
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A lot has changed since I was six-teen; I killed someone and have no regrets about doing it, I just wish I would have been there a little sooner. I had been away from Sarah and Michael for five months and winter was approaching. Everyday I would go from town to town asking about the man with the scar. They knew I could tell by their eyes but everyone kept their mouths shut; I guess they were scared. I figured it would be nice to see Sarah again so I saddled up and headed to the place I once called home. It was a long journey home; I never realized how far I had traveled. After two months of living off the land I had reached the forest I once played in.
The leaves were gone now and a light blanket a snow covered the forest floor. I couldn’t help but stare at the beauty of the forest; how the light would bounce off an icicle and dance on the forest floor. A piercing scream stopped my daydream. Oh my god! That was Sarah’s voice. Nobel reacted before I could and dashed threw the forest; jumping over logs and dodging around trees. I came to the clearing which reviled the place I once called home; there was a strange horse with armor outside and I heard her screams again. I quickly jumped off Nobel and rushed to the door with my sword drawn. I tried to open the door but it was locked from the inside; I didn’t think I just reacted and jumped threw the window, the glass scrapped my hands and cut my arms; but I didn’t care I had to get in somehow.
Then I saw Sarah; she was pinned down on the floor by a middle aged man with dirty brown hair, wearing the same black armor as the man with the scar. He had torn Sarah’s dress exposing her breasts; he had begun to take down his pants when I stabbed him in the back. He was stunned and loosened his grip on Sarah; she quickly wiggled out of his grasp and rushed to the corner of the room and begun screaming hysterically. The man quickly pulled up his pants and turned towards me. "Stupid wench," he snarled, "you dare attack one of Black Richards men," And with that I knew I had a name for the man with the scar. "Black Richard", I would cut out his black heart and feed it to the wolves. "I will attack any man who fights for him!" I screamed. " Don’t worry I won’t kill you, I will have my way with you and slice up your face so no man will ever want you," hissed the man, "
Then I will take my time with that one and slit her throat." "You talk a lot for a dead man," I said while laughing. He quickly trusted his sword towards me, I dodged to the right and jabbed my sword into his side. He cowered in pain but quickly jabbed his sword towards me; I blocked his blow with my sword and came in close to hit him in the face with my sword’s handle. This blow knocked him down. "You think your strong, well wait till Richard has his way with you," the man replied spitting out a tooth in the process, "you may have beaten me but you’ll never beat his army, they will find my horse and burn your home." This comment made my blood boil; I trusted my sword into his chest leaving my blade in so he could live just a little longer.
I didn't want him to die just yet; I wanted him to live in the pain that he had caused others. I wanted him to beg for me to end his life beg for mercy. I have no mercy for any man that would force himself upon an unwilling woman. Sarah's screams snapped me out of my thoughts. Her screams pierced my heart I had never heard the agony in a scream until I heard her. Sarah continued to scream that’s when I noticed It. In between sarah's pale hands held a limp body that she was clinging to hoping for movement.
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