The Red Room

𝕋𝕎𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕐-𝔼𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕋

Iz POV

Let's just say Killer was less than pleased when I returned to the house. I walked in behind Tara and next to Morgan who looked very concerned at the amount of betrayal and rage that covered Killers entire face as soon as we met eyes.

"Chlo-" Dusty began carefully.

"How could you?!" She screamed at him. Red veins formed in the whites of her eyes and her face was hot with lividity. She then turned to me. "Get out of my house!" She marched toward me and my defense kicked in.

I tensed my muscles, ready to strike if needed. Killer might be an excellent fighter, but she hadn't spent her whole life being taught not to feel pain in The Red Room. I was certain in that moment that it wouldn't be an easy feat, but I could take her. "Killer... I'm sorry. I really want to work this out."

She cried out and messily threw her fist at my face. I caught it easily and twisted it behind her back. She pulled a small but effective knife out of the inside of her jacket and suck it into my thigh. I groaned with anger as a sick smile appeared on her face. She thought she had already won.

I tore the knife out of my thigh and quickly stuck it into hers. Her reaction was much more dramatic than mine. She let out a cry of pain and sunk to the floor. I prepared to take my elbows to the top of her head, but she used her good leg to sweep out mine and I landed hard on my back. I coughed as I heard the group scream at us to stop, but I was mad. I rolled over and wrestled her until I had my knee over her lungs and my hand over her throat. I wasn't choking her, but I was willing to if she tried anything else.

Unfortunately she managed to grab my ankle and twist it until I was sure it was broken. I tightened my grip around her throat and she gagged for a few seconds until I felt several grabbing hands force me off of her. I thrashed as I tried to get away from them but they held their ground. They were shouting but it was all just noise. One voice pulled me from my trance. "Iz, stop! Stop!" Morgan's words replaced my anger and I stopped struggling.

Killer coughed specs of blood onto the floor. "She's psycho!" She managed to get out.

"Me? You started this!" I shouted at her "What was I supposed to do? Let you kill me?"

"You were supposed to leave my house and never come back!" She yelled back at me, though she looked pretty stupid sitting helplessly on the floor.

"Enough!" Tara yelled. "Everyone in this family loves both of you! So please, we are begging you to get along. Can we make this work?" I glanced coldly at Killer who glared back at me. "You don't even have to get along, just promise not to kill each other."

I considered for a moment before giving a single sharp nod. Killer growled and did the same.

"Great! Thank you." She said, clearly annoyed.

Morgan's hands rested on my arms just in case I tried to escape. "Are you okay?" He whispered to me.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Yeah, why?"

"You're gushing blood from your leg." He looked down at it quickly and back up again like he'd puke if he looked too long.

I laughed. "Oh yeah, I forgot about that. I'll be back."

I walked over to Tara and tapped her on the shoulder. "Do you happen to have a first aid kit?"

She looked down regretfully at my wound and broken ankle. "Yeah, sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen."

I smiled and shook my head. "I think you and I both know I've been through a little worse."

She laughed a short, slightly angry laugh. "Come on, I'll get you fixed up."