-What If?-
Kendra threw her phone onto the seat behind her. Could Bracken really be alive? That had definitely sounded like him, and if Bracken was alive, does that mean Seth…? No. There’s no way. And even if they were alive, how would she look into their eyes after everything she’s done. For years Kendra has gone all around the world and killed so many terrible people, but in the process, she has become a terrible person herself. Yes, she had probably saved some people from becoming victims of her own victims but, she had hurt or even killed everybody who had gotten her way. How could Kendra go home to her family let alone Seth or Bracken? Kendra tried to push that question out of her mind. She didn’t have to worry about that because Seth and Bracken were gone, dead. Kendra’s thoughts were consumed by what if’s for the rest of the car ride.
When Kendra woke she was in a hotel room, she must have been really distracted because she didn’t even remember getting on a plane, let alone getting a hotel room. She sat up from the bed she had been sleeping in and walked to the window. It definitely looked like she had made it to Italy but she had no idea how. This had happened before though, every once in a while Kendra would lose time but never for the amount of time it took to get to Italy. Kendra walked over to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror, she was about to lean down and splash some water on her face when she noticed something on her face and neck. Was that blood? Kendra leaned closer to the mirror, it was definitely blood. She had seen enough of it over the past three years to know blood when she saw it. “What the heck?” Kendra whispered. She got a cloth and dampened it with some water, and washed off the blood. It wasn’t hers though she had no cuts on her. But if it wasn’t her blood, then who’s was it? She would have to figure it out later, right now, she had work to do.
It took a few hours for Kendra to find where Ronodin was staying, but she definitely found it. He was staying in a small fancy apartment with a nice water view. It wasn’t hard to get, in the door was locked, but the windows looking over the water weren’t. Kendra was small enough to fit on the ledge and climb up the wall using the bricks that stuck out a bit more than the others. Kendra hopped through the window and looked around, nobody was home. She walked around the apartment for anything that might be useful. There were no books or letters or anything that could hint at what Ronodin was doing here. Deciding she probably wasn’t going to find anything Kendra moved to the kitchen, she hadn’t eaten all day and Ronodin wasn’t going to be around long enough to use anything in here. There wasn’t much in the fridge besides some grape juice. Kendra grabbed it and went to look for a glass. Why on earth would he only have wine glasses and no normal glasses? Kendra thought when she found the glassware cabinet. She poured the juice into the glass, then sat on the counter and waited.
It wasn’t long before the sound of a key being jammed into a lock snapped Kendra’s attention to the door around the corner from her. And there he was, the man that had killed Seth and Bracken right in front of her, and he should’ve died that same awful day, but there he was, very much alive. Kendra wished she had a camera so that she could capture the look of sheer terror on his face when he saw her sitting there. It seemed he was frozen as if she couldn’t see him if he didn’t move. Kendra took the last sip of her drink and jumped off the counter. “Surprised to see me?” She asked. “I-I didn’t think you would find me here,” Ronodin said, walking into the kitchen.
“Well, I have eyes everywhere these days. Some would say I’ve my own mini-empire.”
“Only eyes? No ears?” He asked, getting a bit too close to her for her liking. “How old are you now? 19? 20? Old enough that Bracken probably would’ve been your boyfriend by now, right?”
Kendra tried to contain herself, she needed to do this right this time. Though, all she really wanted to do was push him out the window.
“Don’t talk about him!” She yelled. Ronodin just leaned against the counter as if daring her to come at him. “What are you going to do? Kill me? You’ve tried that before.” At that, Kendra took the wine glass that was still in her hand, smashed the top of it on the counter beside her, and drove the shattered side into Ronodin's side. “Oh, I’m going to do much worse than that,” Kendra said, pulling out the glass and letting Ronodin fall to the ground.
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