Page 179 of Fatality

“I’m your death,” I murmur, closing the distance between us. “You touched what's mine.”

“Now I'm going to make you pay for every second you had your hands on her.”

“Y-Yours? Riven is my girlfriend!”

He surges to his feet and lunges, swinging with his good arm.

I dodge, his fist passes just inches from my nose.

I catch his other wrist and yank him forward, driving my knee into his face.

The impact is deafening, followed by the sickening crunch of his nose breaking.

He staggers backward, his hand flying to his bleeding nose. His silver-white hair clings to his forehead.

“She may be your girlfriend,” I grin, “But I was supposed to be the worst thing that happened to her tonight.”

I grab him by the hair and yank his head back.

“You almost took something I didn't even know I couldn't lose.”

I release his hair and drive my boot into his stomach, sending him flying backward.

He hits the asphalt, rolling across the floor before curling in on himself, gasping for air.

I slip my hands into my pockets and walk toward him at an unhurried pace.

I’m just taking my time, making it last, making it enjoyable.

I’m going to kill him.

For trying to take her from me.

For hurting her so badly she nearly gave up.

I can’t let her think she gets to die without me.

He scrambles backward, horror filling his eyes.

“From the moment you put your hands on her,” I say, my voice low and dangerous, “You were dead. You just didn’t know it yet.”

I leap forward and come down with both feet on his leg.

Crack.

The bone gives.

Before he can even scream, I lift my foot and drive it into his face.

Blood sprays from his mouth, splattering across the asphalt.

“Fuck yes!” I laugh. “Fight, you piece of shit! Fight! Prove to me she’s yours, since you sounded so desperate!”

He forces himself back to his feet, I let him.

One good arm, one good leg, his face is a mess, his wrist and leg are bent at wrong angles.

He deserves it.