Chapter 21: The Beginning of the End... pt. 1

Kane's P.O.V.

My fist starts to hurt causing me to stop. Hearing him mutter something incoherently I glare down at him.

"What the fuck did you just say bitch?" sneering while rubbing my knuckles so I can continue. I am not done with him yet.

"Wh- why a- are y--ou do-ing th-is?" he stutters spitting blood out.

"You know why. It is your fault! It is all your fucking fault!" screaming my fist punches him again, this time hearing a loud crunching noise making him scream like the bitch he is.

"Did that hurt? Huh? Did it hurt you? Because this is a piece of cake considering what I am going to do to you." another blow to his face. Shaking my hand waiting for him to say something.

"Wh-at di-d I do? Y-ou al-ready ha-ve He-le-na." he coughs out blood and him mentioning her name, sends me over the edge.

"Do not ever say her name to me again. You do not have the right!" kicking him in the stomach twice.

He grunts in pain holding his mid-section continuing to cough. Good, he needs to feel the pain that she felt when she jumped off that bridge.

"It is your fucking fault she is gone. You broke her. You made her do it!" I continue shouting feeling all the rage I have. Bending down I pick him up by his hair punching him repeatedly until he cannot stand anymore.

He is barely conscious. I have been pounding on him for the past hour. When I found him, he was so fucking hammered that I doubt he knew what was going on. I even let him sober up for a few minutes so he can feel what was coming to him. Helena may have saved him before, but he has no chance of surviving after tonight.

Hearing him say something lowly I turn to glare at him. "What did you say?"

"Wh-at do y-ou me-an she is go-ne?" he manages to ask.

He asks again when I stay silent. Kneeling I grab him by his throat. "She.is.fucking.gone. She fucking threw herself off a bridge because of you. Because of what you told her. You broke her you, FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!"

Even though his face and eyes are swollen I still noticed his eyes widen at what I said. "Yo-u a-re ly-ing. She wou-ld ne-ver kill her-self."

"Well, she did after you called her a whore and told her you were fucking other girls. She ran from me and jumped off a bridge. All because she could not take the pain of your betrayal. She fucking loved you and you -- you killed her. Now you are going to pay for destroying her and I am going to enjoy watching your life leave your body."

My hand squeezes tightly around his throat. His eyes turn red from the lack of oxygen and his veins pop out of his forehead. An evil grin plasters on my face watching the son of a bitch that took my princess away die slowly.

Too weak to pry my hand off his throat I hear him repeat how much he loved her. How he would always love her. "I am sorry – Helena – I am so sorry." his confession just makes me squeeze more. He needs to die. I should have killed him when I had the chance. If I had, Helena would still be alive.

"Too fucking bad. She will never ever hear those words come out of your mouth again." gritting I pull my gun out placing it on his forehead.

Right when I was going to pull the trigger, I feel a hand on my shoulder. Snapping my head towards the figure my eyes widen at the sight.

"Prin-- princess?" blinking a few times not believing that she is here.

Letting go of him I stand up pulling her into a hug. Not caring that she is still wet, and her body is freezing. She is alive. She is in front of me.

Pulling away, I cup both sides of her face while she stays stoic and unblinking.

"You are here. You are really here." she stays quiet.

"Say something, anything." pleading which I never do but she just stares at me emotionless.

"Helena." calling her name until she looks down at him.

"You cannot kill him." her voice comes out monotone. She then looks at me. "You cannot kill him. It is not his fault."

My eyebrows knit together in confusion. "What? I can and it is his fault. He deserves to die Helena. He broke your heart. You -- you jumped off the bridge because of this prick!" going over to him I stomp on his head causing him to make this weird gurgling sound which I am familiar with.

"You cannot kill him. It was not his fault. He is not the reason." she repeats.

Turning around I stare at her. "He is the reason and because he is I am going to end him tonight." cocking the gun towards him I smile down. "See you in Hell. You piece of shit." pulling the trigger I shoot him until there are no bullets left in the gun.