Page 238 of Rage

“You had help. Your cousin Eldin helped you.” He can’t bring himself to admit I am justthatgood.

“No, he didn’t. Yes, he was helpful, but I was training him,” I tell my dad. He furrows his brows at me.

“You see, I think Eldin will be a great Serpent King.” And with that, my dad stands up and points his Glock at me. I smile at him.

“Is this what has become of the great current Serpent King? I could vomit of how pathetic you are,” I tell him while making a disgusted face. Denis looks at Amar and nods at him. The short guy is now pointing his assault rifle at Adam, and he is just laughing. Did Amar honestly think he could scare Adam?

“Amar, shoot him,” my dad commands him, his fingers move over the trigger.

“Amar, stop. Before you shoot Adam, let me tell you something about my dad.” My voice is strong, and Amar lowers his rifle.

“My dad promised you a seat at the table, but how could he? All of the seats are filled up. You should have done your research, leech.” Amar’s eyes open wide, and he is looking mad. He now points his rifle at my dad.

“Do you also know the true meaning of power, Amar?” He shakes his head without even looking at me. The number one rule as a Serpent Savage is, that if a higher-ranking officer talks to you, you must look at them. Like I said, he is completely useless, and a testament to what my father has become. Desperate.

“Me. I am the true meaning of power. And one more thing, you didn’t look at me.” Amar realizes his mistake and looks at me. I bite my lip since I am in my element and I snap my fingers at Adam.

“Rage.” And with that one-letter word, Adam points his rifle at Amar and shoots him through his skull. My dad looks at the dead body that’s lying in front of him, and he grips his Glock even tighter. He looks at me and then at Adam.

“I hope you are ready to die, Sara,” my dad tells me. Adam doesn’t have enough time to stop my dad from shooting me, so I close my eyes.

“No!” I hear Adam shouting. Before Adam can shoot my dad, something happens and everyone frazzles, except me. My dad’s gun is empty of bullets. He throws the unusable firearm onto the floor, and remains quiet. You could hear a pin drop in the room.

“Oh, I had a backup plan. You see, a day before the wedding I had a feeling you would do something, so I emptied your favorite Glock.” When the words leave my mouth, they cling to the walls. The grey cages are eating every word up.

“What the fuck did you do?” Denis asks me. I stand up and I pull the blade out of the waistband Adam put on me earlier on.

“You have become predictable, an abomination to this society. You forgot the weight of a loaded gun. For special events, you always carry your favorite gold weapon.” This is only the beginning.

“The only abomination is your subordinate to your father!” I sigh at his childish outburst.

“Anyways, you haven’t used your Glock in a while, so I emptied a night before the wedding.” I wiggle my eyebrows at him. This always made him mad but I don’t fucking care anymore. I am mad too.

“I will never let you have the throne. Do you hear me!” What’s this yelling about?

“I don’t want it, Eldin will take over,” I tell him.

“Eldin is weak like you. He will run it into the ground.”

“No, he won’t, because I taught him. Anyway, you have two options now. Either you die with dignity, or you die with me killing you very slowly.”

“No, silly little girl, not if I kill you first.” My dad grabs a knife from his back pocket, and he starts running toward me. I unscrew the bottle ofwaterI found in the shed, and I murmurcome at me,under my breath. My dad raises his knife to cut me, but I’m faster. I spill the contents of the bottle onto his eyes, and he starts screaming. He collapses onto the floor, and he trashes around.

“Hold his arms down, Rage,” I command Adam. He stalks over to my dad, and he holds him down. I drop down to my knees and sit beside my piece of shit dad. I take out my blade and I raise his sweater so that his stomach is exposed. I take my blade and start carving.

“Was that acid, Fury?” Adam asks me while I am carving my dad. I nod. My dad is screaming in pain, and his cries are like asymphony. I am avoiding carving any deeper because that’s not the main objective ofthis. I want to convey a message to whoever finds him. But I have to admit one thing, the feel of my blade entering my dad’s lower abdomen is amazing. The way the flesh under his skin is turning red is a sight to be seen. It’s like I am one with my blade and I can feel every pulse and nerve I am hitting.

“Can you do something for me, Rage?” I motion for him to come to me. He lets go of my dad and I whisper my command in his ear. He nods gleefully at me and goes over to Amar. My dad can’t see, but he can still talk.

“You fucking bitch! What the fuck do you think you are doing?” my dad asks as he moans in absolute agony. I smile as I finish my craft. I look up at Adam who returned with thething. He hands it over to me and for a moment I want to puke, but I don’t.

“I am leaving this organization, and you are going to choke on Amar’s cock,” I tell him.

“Don’t, Sara, don’t!” he screams. I shove Amar’s severed dick in his mouth. My dad starts choking on the bloodied dick.

“Didn’t you tell me that you would rather choke on a dick than to see a woman at the helm? Now, you will.” My tone is dangerously low, and it tells you not to mess with me. I take my cleaver from my waistband, and I slice him from ear to ear. Why? Because it’s my sign-off. That way everyone will know I did this, along with the message I carved into his lower abdomen. Blood starts splattering from his cheeks and mouth, and I make sure that it keeps gushing out by doing it slowly. This is, after all, a work of art.

“Fury, this is magnificent,” Adam tells me, and I smile at the compliment. For my final move, I slice his throat in one swift move. I stand up and I am honestly so happy. He is finally dead. I stand beside Adam, and he puts an arm around my shoulders.

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