To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 410

Chapter 410: Fight like a girl

ALDRIC

She made a sound that came out wet and broken, something that barely resembled anything human.

Her hands flew to her throat as she pressed hard against the torn flesh, trying to force it closed even though the damage had already gone too far.

The blood did not slow.

It pushed through her fingers in heavy streams and kept spilling no matter how tightly she pressed.

She tried to get up, her body jerking forward as her legs strained against the ground, but whatever strength she had left was fading too quickly to hold her up.

She was not healing fast enough.

I straightened and looked around until something caught my eye.

A large stone sat half buried in the dirt, its edge rough where the earth had held it in place.

I walked over and pulled it free, then tested the weight in my hands as it settled, heavy and solid, more than enough to finish this.

When I turned back, she was still moving.

She dragged herself forward with shaking arms, each inch gained with effort as blood marked her path behind her.

I walked up behind her and raised the stone, then brought it down hard across her back.

The sound came sharp and immediate as bone gave way under the impact.

She tried to scream, but it broke apart into a strained rasp that never fully formed.

Her body went slack after that, her arms collapsing beneath her as the last of her strength gave out.

I let the stone drop beside her, then reached down and grabbed her shoulder before turning her over onto her back.

Her eyes found mine at once.

They were wide with fear, fully aware now of what was coming.

Her mouth opened, and blood bubbled up as she struggled to speak.

"Papa," she whispered, the word thin and broken as it slipped through what remained of her voice.

"Please."

I picked up the stone again and lifted it above my head, holding it there for a brief moment as everything around us seemed to still.

Then I brought it down.

The impact crushed through her skull with a final, sickening force, and the bone gave way as blood burst outward and spread across my hands and the ground beneath her.

Her body jerked once, then went completely still.

I stood there for a moment as my breathing came hard and uneven, my chest rising and falling while the aftermath settled around me.

Blood covered my hands and stretched up my arms, staining my chest in dark streaks that had not yet begun to dry.

I looked down at her, or at what was left of her, and even though I knew exactly who lay there, the face no longer resembled anything I could recognize.

Bone had given way beneath the force, and flesh had torn where it should have held.

I released the stone.

It slipped from my grip and hit the ground beside her head with a dull, final sound that seemed louder than it should have been.

I crouched as the stillness settled in, forcing myself to act before anything else could take root. There were trees a short distance away, thick enough to break the line of sight from the open clearing, and I moved toward them before hesitation could catch up with me.

I dragged her by the arm and took the stone as well.

Her body resisted at first, catching against the ground, then gave way as I pulled harder, leaving a dark trail behind that I immediately regretted. I stopped, looked at it, then shifted course, choosing a path where the earth was softer and the marks would not hold as clearly.

It took longer than I wanted.

By the time I reached the trees, my breathing had deepened again, though not from effort alone. I let go of her and stood still for a second, listening, making sure there was nothing but the quiet of the night around me.

Then I went back for the leaves.

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