842 Scream at Heaven and Hell (1/2)
Iris looked in horror at the lone piano in the room. The keys were playing by themselves. Goosebumps popped up all over her skin.
”Darling, let's go,” she said with more urgency. ”Hurry.”
Just as they were going to run, the door to the room crashed open.
Bang!
Dark, shadowy figures raised their guns and started shooting at them.
”No!” Iris shouted and dragged Jin Liwei and the babies they were carrying behind the piano.
Blood stained her white dress but she felt no pain. She was certain that she wasn't shot. She checked at the crying babies in her and Jin Liwei's arms and felt relieved that they were okay. Then her breath caught in her throat when she saw blood gushing out of Jin Liwei's right shoulder and left hip.
Before she could speak, however, the dark, shadowy enemies drew nearer. There was no way that she would continue to let this happen. She would protect her family this time.
Bullets grazed her skin but she barrelled forward and started attacking the nearest shadowy figure. She stole his gun and started shooting at the rest of the enemies. No matter how many dark, shadowy figures she killed, more replaced them, flooding into the piano room from the doorway as if it was the gate of hell.
Her white dress was now a dark red dress dripping with blood. She looked otherworldly, like a demoness killing immortals, and tainting her previously detached and pure soul with blood, murder, and vengeance.
She didn't know how long she fought, how many wounds she received, how many guns she stole, and how many enemies she killed. Her goal was clear. To not let any of the enemies pass the piano and get to her husband and children. Even if she had to die a thousand times, she would protect her family and kill everyone in her path to do so.
Time passed and yet ”Für Elise” kept on playing for what felt like a hellish eternity.
Finally, she killed the last of the enemies.
Then total silence.
The only sounds that she could hear at that seemingly frozen moment were her harsh, ragged breathing and the loud drumming of her heart.
No more gunshots.
No more screams.
No more ”Für Elise”.
No more babies crying….
Wait.
Her babies! Jin Liwei!
She ran back behind the piano and saw a bloody scene that stamped inside her soul like an excruciatingly hot iron brand.
Her mind flew like a crow soaring in the desolate sky and saw that everyone in her family died.
Everyone was dead. She was alive and all alone.
The pain was immense, like someone ripped her heart out and continued squeezing it into a bloody pulp.