Fated Showdown

I confidently strode across the darkened hall, leaving Marsha where she had fallen. Positive in who I would find on the other side of the closed door. Feeling the astral pull of my eternal beloved, I softly opened the door and entered the bedroom. The low light from the window was all I needed to see that the bed was empty, as was the room. Hurrying across the room I threw the closet door open, checking if my fated one was inside, but she was not there. Nor was she under the bed.

Perturbed, I hurried to the adjoining bathroom door and attempted to open it, finding it now locked from the other side. Growing more disturbed with every passing moment, I rushed back toward the hallway, just in time to see my destined muse kneeling beside the rapidly cooling Marsha, attempting to find a pulse. Unable to find a heartbeat, my reborn Destiny wiped her hands on the carpet runner and stood up.

Seeing her finally so close to me made something in me snap, because with a roar of “MINE,” I flew at my infinite lover. What my intention was at the moment, I do not know. It doesn’t matter. For my enduring destined one ran for the stairs with the speed of a gazelle.

I was right on her tail, trying to catch my endless soulmate. She was staying one step ahead of me, and amazingly was putting more distance between us. I had only one option, and I decided without hesitation to do it. I leaped at my beloved muse in a perfect tackle and landed on her as she made the second stair.

It was a bad decision since my enduring love and I went foot over heel down the stairway. I landed in a heap not too far from my reincarnated inspiration, and we both seemed to take the same amount of time to come to our senses, checking our bodies for broken bones. Unsteadily, I got to my feet and stood there long enough for the room to stop spinning.

During this time, my lovely fated one had gained her footing, and taken off running to the back of the house. Watching her long, supple legs scissor as she ran, had me feeling a little aroused. As I thought about how much of a fighter she was, trying to avoid our predestined appointment, I felt myself growing even harder. I had to adjust myself so that I could comfortably run after her.

Hearing me sprint behind her, she grabbed a table knocking it over and hoping to slow me down. I jumped over, completely clearing that hurdle to be hit in the face with the fireplace poker, slicing my cheek wide open. Angrily, I snatched the tool from her hands and swung it back around striking my reincarnated destiny in the ribs, hearing them crack. I pulled my arm back to swing again, but somehow, she turned and fled again from me and I struck empty air, nearly losing my footing.

Roaring in my anger, I threw the poker at her retreating back, before I ran after her. As she ran through the swinging doors to the kitchen, I slowed down, wary of an ambush. Swinging the door wide, before I quickly went through the door, looking to both sides, to make sure she wasn’t laying in wait to brain me with a cast iron skillet. Instead of being right on the other side of the door, she was on the opposite side of the room, attempting to slide the glass doors open.

My beloved soulmate looked over her shoulder and saw me. Freda-Terri-Melody-My muse tried to hurry with the doors. I rushed at her with my knife drawn. The frame was stuck in its tracks, and she frantically pulled the door harder. Hearing me get closer to her, she turned suddenly, throwing her hands up in a defensive posture. As I swiped at her with my blade and sliced her arm, she kicked me hard in my balls, making me lose my erection and about causing me to puke.

Soon, we were grappling for possession of the knife. This incarnation of my Providence was stronger than she looked and was putting up one hell of a fight. She punched and kicked better than most men, and I found it increasingly difficult to hold my own against her. Desperate, I stabbed her in her stomach repeatedly, hoping to slow her down.

She seemed to be born of a superhuman strength. She refused to let up with her punches and her kicks no matter how many times I stabbed or hit her. She was growling deep in her throat while she attacked me back, refusing to be cowed by me. I was going to have a hard time explaining all the injuries and missing teeth come morning.

Suddenly, my foot slipped in my beloved muse’s precious blood that had dripped on the tile floor. Sliding, I was trying to catch my balance while avoiding another hit from her. She saw the moment and took it. She kicked me hard in the chest, sending me flying backward through the glass doors. As I windmilled my arms trying not to fall, I dropped my knife and it landed hilt down stuck in a crack of the wooden porch. Before I could regain my footing, she gave me a huge shove, and over I went. My blade pierced my heart in our fatal preordained appointment. The last thing I heard as my life slipped from me, was the sound of sirens filling the air.