Page 131 of Firefly
Thank fucking god.
I lunge before she can think.
My fingers wrap around a jagged piece of twisted metal near the wreck without even processing it.
Then I bring it down.
Hard.
She screams.
Again.
The metal cracks against her shoulder first. Then her face.
Blood explodes hot across my skin.
Again.
A wet crunch.
Again.
Her screams turn into choking sobs.
Again.
The side of her face caves beneath the blow.
Oh God.
Again.
Againagainagainagain—
Until suddenly…
Nothing. No screaming. No movement. Just my ragged breathing filling the empty road. The metal slips from mytrembling fingers, hitting the pavement with a horrible metal clang.
Silence crashes around me so loudly it makes my ears ring. Tracy’s body lies twisted beside the wreck.
Too much blood. Way too much fucking blood.
“Oh my God…”
The words barely leave my mouth before nausea slams through me hard enough I nearly collapse.
I killed her. I fucking killed her.
My entire body starts shaking while tears blur my vision. I stumble backward, staring at the body in complete horror.
What did I do?
What the fuck did I just do?
My hands are covered in blood. Her blood.
It’s dripping down my wrists. Under my nails. Splattered across my face and clothes while panic tears through my chest.
