Revenge

When I look up I see him watching me. His air is superior, his stance formidable. But in his eyes I see the fear, and around him I smell the fear on his face. I know that I will win this battle, but I don’t move.

“Stay. Stay...back.” He quivers, his voice shaking. He coughs. I narrow my eyes a little, and he scoots backwards a little on his bottom. In his hands is a small black item. I wonder briefly what it is, but ignore it. I have all the power a girl can have right now.

My sensitive nose picks up so many smells around him. Some I can identify, like the cigarette smell Papa always had. Lavendar perfume of a girl something similar to the smell of Ma’s rose perfume. A strange, metally tinge around his feet. As his feet stretch closer to me and his face farther, the metal smell increases. Taken aback, I shimmy backwards. Encouraged, he attempts a vicious smile.

“You. You….stay.” He says, his voice a little smaller. Growling, I let a purr rip through my throat. A wild girl, Papa used to say.

I wonder if he was the one that killed Ma and Papa. If he was the one that killed Sister Nan, and Little Jessie. If he was the one that blew up our house. If he was the one that brought my whole world over my head, out of reach. But it’s too late for memories. The Devil has promised me revenge.

I used to only hate him, the one that did all of that. But now I start to realize it was more than one person. Now I start to realize it was many people. I realize I can never find him again. Maybe, if someone had tamed me before I flew, I would be different. But now I hate all of them. Every single one of them. It will never come down to love anymore because the hatred has embedded itself in my body.

I stretch my limbs and yawn, watching him as his eyes flick back and forth across the horizon. I can enjoy this, I know, taunting him until he scares himself half to death. Standing, I pace around him, the snickers flying out my mouth. It’s hatred that’s fueling me now. I watch as he fumbles with the thing in his lap, opening and closing. Popping something out of his pocket and into the object. Pacing. I enjoy the sensation of revenge on my tongue, so close now. I should get him now, but I don’t. The first one that has stood up to me, I want to savor his defiance before he loses this battle that I surely will win. Then he lifts the object, his finger pushing on the button on top. A crash rumbles through my ears and then I feel it.

There’s a fire in my leg, a leaping, painful fire. It spreads and burns through my body. I shake with agony, howling painfully. My pain are screams to the man, but he seems to be rejoicing. Anger, hatred, revenge. Everything gathering to fuel me. It’s the devil in me now.

He knows I’ve got the power, but he doesn’t know I have it. I am the devil’s girl, one of the devil’s spirits. I’ve got the seed of evil to grow and heal me. Already, the burning is ceasing. The devil in me is bringing it all back together. I can be whole. I leap, my leg only tingling with new strength. I smash into him, liking the suprise ripping through his face. Now it’s him howling in pain, and I have the sweet success on my face. I end his screams and breaths quickly. Tearing him apart, I rip out his heart and swallow it. The devil will collect it from my stomach. Fuming, I tear and tear until he is only shreds of flesh. How dare he. How dare he be part of the male species that killed Papa and Ma. It’s over for him. I have to find the next one.

Success. The word is sweet in my mind and I stretch gleefully, enjoying the sunshine on my thick fur. Flicking blood off my fur with my tongue, I see my gold eyes reflected in the sky. With a shake of my head, it’s all gone.

Once more, I am the girl inside of me. The ‘used to be human’ girl that sold herself to the devil and in turn won revenge, immortality and the soul of a wolf. No longer a girl, a wolfgirl that has only one deed to seek. Revenge on the men in the world.