Eternal Vengeance (PART II of Death)
Story by Daisy

If death is only the beginning, then why does everything seem to come to an end?

Chapter Six

          Howie stared at the knives in her hands, horrified beyond belief. He looked back up to her face, searching it for the reason why she wanted to kill him.

          “You killed Kevin.” He said it plainly, the words loaded with pain. A brilliant smile played her lips and she laughed softly to herself.

          “That was so much fun, lover. You should have been there. He…”

          “I don’t want to hear about it!” Howie shouted, half raising his hands to cover his ears if she went on.

          “Oh, but don’t you?” She raised the knives when she shrugged her shoulders. “Well, fine then. I’ll kill you quick and easy. No chit chat.” She advanced slowly towards him, her eyes full of fire.

          “Wait!” Howie held up his hands to stop her from taking any more steps towards him. He stared at her, silently remembering. “Ebony.” He whispered softly, the word echoing on the walls around him.

          “Ah, yes!” Ebony nodded. “Ebony.” She said her name as if saying the name of a god, or goddess in her case. “Revenge.” She muttered, her voice growling. “That’s all that this is about. Now stop the chit chat and let’s get down to business.”

          Howie moved slowly towards the table in the hall. He stopped directly in front of it and moved one hand behind him slowly, careful not to attract her attention. He searched the table for something, anything that would help him. He came up with a letter opener.

          “Revenge for what?” Howie asked, delaying her so he could pick up the dagger-like object slowly.

          “Jonathan.” She dropped her head for only an instant. In that instant, Howie lunged at her with the letter opener, aiming for anything that was in his reach while running past her. She heard her growling in frustration behind him. He ran for the patio door. He could hear her hard footsteps on the tile, two quick, brisk steps.

          “Ugh!” She grunted, throwing the knife easily at him, her aim perfect. She nailed his hand to the wall beside him, pinning him. The knife had gone completely through his hand, the handle the only thing that was still showing. Ebony walked swiftly towards him. She reached out with a gloved hand to pull out the knife, but stopped midway. No, she had the perfect way to kill Howard Dorough.

          She smiled eerily at him. “Well, lover. It seems you’ve met your fate.” She grabbed his arm roughly and, in one quick, hard movement, shoved the other large knife into his hand, now completely pinning him to the wall. Howie groaned in pain. Ebony reached into her jacket and whipped out the other two knives, the second largest in the set. She paced slowly in front of him, wondering just how she should execute this.

          Decisively, she stood directly in front of him, holding the knives in both hands. She shoved one in the wall temporarily, just inches from Howie’s head. She gripped the other tightly in her hand and grabbed Howie’s arm. He groaned as she did so, the knife in his hand twisting painfully as she pulled his arm towards her.

          “Would you like a tattoo, lover?” She asked, smiling at him. Without waiting for an answer, she began to carve a word in Howie’s arm.

          “Please don’t do this. If you let me go I swear I won’t tell them it was you!” Howie pleaded, watching her as she carved a “D” into his arm, trickles of blood showing up in small spots.

          “And spare you the pain that I’ve had to live with? Uh-uh.” She carved an “E” into his arm, careful to make the letter straight and readable.

          Howie’s breathing became shaky as he struggled to inhale. He watched Ebony carve an “A” and then a “T” into his arm.

          “What…are…you…writing?” Howie gasped out, his breathing now scarce.

          “Death.” She said, finishing the last line of the “H”. She stood back to admire her work. “You know, if this killing thing doesn’t work out, I could always be a tattoo artist.” She smiled at him. “Ready to die, lover?”

          Howie stared at the crazed woman standing in front of him. She was looking at him as if she had just asked him if he wanted to ride the Ferris wheel. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what was going on in her demented mind. He shook his head, not believing what was happening and also telling her he didn’t want to die.

          “Sorry.” She shrugged her shoulders, reaching towards him and ripping open his shirt. She grabbed the knife from the wall and, with the other knife in the other hand, began drawing semi-deep lines down Howie’s strong chest. He screamed with pain, which only made her lines deeper. She sat back on the floor and crossed her legs, Indian-style. She watched Howie gasp for breath, but finding none, his face began to turn purple. She stood up, waiting for the blood to trickle down his strong chin.

          “What the hell is wrong with you?” She screamed, mad at not getting her show. “Why don’t you bleed from the mouth?” She grabbed her knife and slashed his face from his ear to his chin, satisfied only when blood began to gush from his face.

          “Please…” He begged, just before struggling in his last breath.

          Ebony smiled at the large man pinned to the wall, his head hanging down. She repositioned the knife in her hand, grabbed Howie’s chin and opened his mouth. Smiling, she eventually pinned the back of his throat to the wall.

          She walked away from the scene, forever painting it in her memory.

Chapter Seven
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