The Rage

ing up. He gave up the struggle entirely. She could feel the resistance leaving his body as it happened. With pieces of oak leaves in his hair, he was lying on the freezing ground and gazin

eyes around. Trees. She slyly replied, "In the woods," while turning to face him. Who is that, exactly? He pointed, and she followed. She said indifferently, "Katherine." Brother of yours "Who am I, then? Do you recognize me?" She looked up at him and grinned, exposing her sharp teeth. "I do, of course. I adore you because you're Dominic." Katherine said in a low, cruel voice. "Wasn't that what you wanted, Dominic? You now own it. She had to come to respect us and you. Just killing her wasn't sufficient." Dominic didn't give him another look. While still kneeling there and clutching Elizabeth's chin, he was fixedly gazing at her with those hooded eyes. He remarked gently, "You've said it three times now, and I'm starting to get a little bored of it. He was disheveled and still a little gassed, but he maintained his composure and sense of control. Why did I murder you, Elizabeth? Elizabeth murmured, wrapping her fingers around those of his free hand, "Of course not." She was becoming irritable. What the heck were they talking about? No one had been murdered. Dominic continued to speak with the same anger in his voice, saying to Katherine, "I never believed you were a liar. "Almost all other things, but not that Never before have I heard you make excuses for yourself." Dominic warned, "I'm going to lose my cool in a minute." What more are you going to do to me? Katherine came back. It would be a kindness to kill me. Dominic replied loudly, "I ran out of compassion for you a century ago. Elizabeth's chin was finally released by him. He questioned her, "What do you recall about today?" Elizabeth's speech sounded drained, like a kid giving a tedious lecture. "Founders Day was celebrated today." She stared up at Dominic as she flexed her fingers in his. She could only go so far on her own, but it wasn't enough. Disgruntled, she made an effort to recall another detail. Someone named Caroline was in the café. She smiled and gave him the name. She planned to read my journal aloud to everyone, which was undesirable since... Elizabeth struggled to recall the information and failed. "I can't recall the reason. However, we misled her." She gave him a kind, sly grin. Oh, we did that, didn't we? "Yes. It was taken from her by you. You completed it for me." Her free hand's fingertips snuck beneath his jacket in quest of the little book's square-cornered hardness. She touched it and murmured, "Because you love me," delicately scratching at it. "Do you really love me? " From the clearing's center, there came a little sound. Elizabeth turned to see Katherine's face was turned aside. "Elizabeth. What took occurred next?" She answered the call