I grip the gun I'm hiding behind my back tightly, waiting for the exact moment to shoot the brains out of the bastard who now stood directly in front of me. He smirked at me and took a small step forward only for me to take one back away from him. His eyes gleamed with mischief and a kind of thirst for blood, dark, thick, metallic blood that stained all it touched whether it was metaphorically or literally.
"Well well well sweetheart I see you came running back to me. You look better than before you left and I see you made no attempt to cover that hideous mark on your face. Are you not ashamed of what you are?" Who you are? He spoke with a calm voice but inside I could tell he just wanted to rip me to pieces, mercilessly.
I kept a blank face not showing any emotion and spoke in a low and cold voice "I'm not afraid of you, of what you are and I'm definitely not afraid or ashamed of what I am." His eyes widened slightly but he quickly covered it with a smirk that would send most girls to their knees but not me. No never me.
"Don't lie to yourself, you know you want me." He said tauntingly as if to provoke me into screaming at him but I didn't do that I stayed clam and collected. "Yes your right I do want you," I replied instantly causing his smirk to grow and his eyes gleam with evil. But little did he know I hadn't finished what I was saying.
"I want you dead. Your head with a large crevice in the middle, your skin torn and burnt, your eyes gorged out, your fingers as my keychains and your head as a plague on my wall reminding everyone of what I'm capable of and that I. A simple, tortured experiment of a girl that you caged and turned into a monster could kill you easily. And you can't do anything about it!" I snarled in a voice coating in a thick venom, a deadly and menacing look consuming my whole demeanour.
His eyes widened, fear etched on his face. He gulped and took a step back only for me to bring out my gun and raise it to his head, "have fun in hell."