Alexander... Dead

**Emily’s POV**

“To have me, you’ll have to kill me first!” I yelled out in a voice that sounded slightly possessed. My body shook violently with rage.

All I wanted was blood. Marcus’s blood.

With only that thought in mind, I charged towards them with a scream. I couldn't see anything, couldn’t feel anything aside from the blind rage that coursed through my body.

And the need to kill.

I drew out one of the silver knives that had been hidden in one of the several pockets of my cargo pants and as soon as I came in contact with some of his soldiers that had charged towards me as well, I swooshed it through the air, stabbing at them and slitting out the throats of some.

I could hear Marcus yelling out commands to his other soldiers to attack and at the same time, I could also hear the footsteps of Alexander’s soldiers charging towards Marcus with vengeful screams.

The atmosphere was tense and only the smell of blood and sweat, and dust filled it.

I suddenly heard rippling sounds, sounds