A killer years ago

Adele's POV 

"Aahh...aah..." He tried to grit his teeth not to make any noise. The fresh blood was flowing down his skin with the touch of my military knife. His stubbornness was making me so excited. So instead of trailing on his skin, I started to stab deeper.

"Aahh!!!" 

That's it. I was waiting for this screams.

"Who....ar...are....y...you..? " He managed to ask me in between the pain.

"You won't know me by the name and I am too lazy to explain. What to do?" I smirked. But that was no fun. If he is getting pain, he must has the right to know about the pain giver. I was being unfair.

"Well, let me tell you." I have changed my mind now. He deserves to know me. But of course with more pain. I will make sure he will remember me forever....if he is alive.

"Almost 14 years ago. That night. A girl was screaming for her parent's life embracing two little kid. Crying for her parents badly. But you and your men didn't stop stabbing." 

"Ahhh!!" I stabbed his hand deeper.

"You killed them. Cut them into pieces, peeled the skin from their......" I never wanted those to come my mind again. But this man never let them go, "took the bone out, played with...... their fresh meat. Their blood was still dripping from it." I was becoming furicious. That scenery came in front of me again. I used my hands to prevent my little siblings from seeing those. They were too young to see that violence. Still I lost. They saw it, maybe in a blurry vision. I couldn't save them from getting traumatised. 

"Still can't remember? You went near the little girl and teared her clothes. She was just 7 then.  You....." I was not able to utter a single word. It was the most horrible night of my life. That dark night changed my life drastically. 

I noticed his hands were bleeding like hell. He was even about to lose his senses again. But how can I let this happen? He needs to remember me. He needs to know who is here for him. I was getting nervous every moment passed. I can't let him pass away without informing about myself. 

I poured some water on his scars. He again snapped his eyes open. He was maybe out of energy but I needed his sense.

"Remember me? I am that little girl on her skin you trailed a military knife like this. I am that girl whom you raped......" I can't say it but he deserves to know, " You raped a 7 years old kid in her bloody and scary state. I am that kid. That little girl who somehow managed to escape with her little siblings in that state. Who saw her parents being stabbed and cut into pieces. " 

I grabbed his chin tightly, " Remember me?"

He nodded. 

"Words." I roared.

"Th..at..g..girl." He stammered. I started to trace the knife on his chest over his dusty shirt. The white shirt stated being colourful.

"Which girl?" I stopped tracing.

"Eli.... Elijah Wi...ll...son...dau..ghter...." I stabbed him a little deeper. He couldn't say anymore. I took the knife out.

"Who asked you to do this?" That was the main answer I need to know.

"Say!" I roared. 

He gulped. I was about to put the knife again on his chest.

"Sa...m." that was the last thing he said before dozzing off.

I sensed his breathing. 

Damn it! That man didn't say the full name. I shouldn't behave like a psycho just now.

"Take him to the hospital and give the best treatment. " I said the guards. 

"Mam don't you want him dead?" Robin asked at last.. He was my secret assistant who helped me for these two years in the investigation. He came from my city to help me. Although I didn't want my family's help but they assigned him for me.

I smiled bitterly. Do I want him to die that easily? Nahhh. I wanted him to suffer, badly.  I knew it since that night, taking the law in own hands won't give you anything. 

So send him to hospital, treat him and then...send him to jail. 

But for that I need to re-open the case. It's been 14 years. The case was long forgotten. But how could I forget it when it made me an orphan, when it took all of my innocence, when it led me towards darkness? I want to get rid of those but not before completing my mission. It took two years just to meet the front face. Maybe my family was right. Fighting alone just makes you weak. But can I let them see the bloodthirsty beast inside me? 

For now, I need to find the 'Sam' who ordered him to do that. Shit! I missed the full name only because of me. 

Well, the game seems more complicated than I thought.