114 The Happening POV (2/2)

No. Mum is still alive. She is still alive when I last saw her. She has to be! She has to be!

Father has told me that Mr. Maxwell would only punish those who are responsible. My actions are my own doing. Mother have no knowledge of it. She does not!

Oh God, she does. She does!

Please! No! No! Mum can't be dead! She just can't!

My mind screams as the huge man grunts again and again, hammering me raggedly into the car from behind. He didn't last very long, and when he has finished using my body, his underling has a turn, one after another. Several claws into my skin, cutting deep and forcing me to cry in pain.

Once they all have their turn, I collapse onto the ground and hold my bleeding hand. It hurts. It really hurts, but it doesn't compare to what I have suffered at the devil's hands. The pain actually goes away as soon as the knife is removed.

I didn't pay any attention to it anymore as my mind reels and questions exactly where I am.

Where the hell I am!? What is this place!?

Mum can't be dead! She just can't. Father would tell me. He would tell me!

This must be an alternate reality, where mum has died. She died two years after I was born. Is dad still alive? Do I exist? What year is this? What year is this!?

”What year is this…? Please tell me what year this is?”

I call out, completely unconcerned of the gangrape that I have just been through.

The man is surprised at my question. He lets out a chuckle.

”You must have lived under a rock, missy. It is 2012, about 12 years after all plants on Earth just withers and dies. Animals follows along with the majority of the planet. We call it The Happening.”

The man tells me, shocking my world. 2012? That is 22 years in the future. This can't be the future! It can't be.

”No, that can't be. That can't be.”

I get up and try to run, but the man grabs me and forces me onto the ground.

”Look here, missy. You are the biggest catch we have in years. We aren't going let you get away. We –

The man stops and grabs my palm. He forces it open and then rubs the blood away. There is no wound whatsoever.

”What are you, missy? No one heals that fast. And there is not a single scratch on your body.”

The man utters and pulls out a knife. Without hesitation, he stabs my leg several times and then watch as the wound closes right before his eyes.

I am also surprised – shocked actually.

The pain is there, but it is a fleeting pain. It only last as long as the knife is embedded in my body.

Seeing that, I look around to see if he is around. To see if Maximilien Maxwell is around somewhere.

But he is nowhere to be found, at least to me. Is this what he had meant by that I will not be able to kill myself even if I tried? He has made me immortal!? Immortal so I can suffer forever in this world, where everyone I have known and loved are long dead!?

No! No!

”Incredible. Just incredible. This explains why you are so clean despite what happen. Tell me. How do you do that? Tell me!”

The man calls out.

I don't know. I don't know. I don't know anything.

All I can do is kick and try to run away, but the man repeatedly stabs me and even severs the tendons in my ankles. I scream out in pain, but the wounds always heal as rapidly as they have inflicted upon me.

”Incredible. Let's see how far your healing ability can go.”

The man comments as he straddles me, pinning me on the ground. A knife then drives itself into my chest brutally.

A dreadful shriek escapes my throat as the knife is dragged across my chest right down the middle and to my belly, gutting me. Blood erupts out of my throat as my guts and organs are torn out. Yet despite that, my organ regenerates and the opening in my chest and stomach closes, bringing utter shock to everyone.

The organs that the man pull out of my body are there in his hands. But I didn't need them anymore. New set of organs are now inside my body.

”What the hell are you!?”

The man roars angrily as he pulls out an axe and then smash downwards, forcing me to scream. I raise my bloody stump as blood sprays outwards.

But within seconds, blood stops flowing. Bones and muscles grow, forming my arm and hand again. I am lost for words. I am cursed. I must be! I must be! There is no other way of explaining it!

And what just happened frightens the man. He gets up and steps away from me. It takes him a moment to recollect himself. He looks around at his men before chuckling.

”Looks like we have found our meat, boys!”

Hearing that, I could only scream as I realise my fate.