Chapter 110: Triumphant
With a serious gaze of my own, I let the smile on my face drop. "Even if no one else in this world could do it, I can make your wish come true; I promise you that." Placing my smile back on my face, I cocked my head to the side. "I’m your own personal genie in a bottle."
"Then I should have wished for more," sighed Silent But Deadly, throwing me back across the pit like he was throwing a baseball. "I have a long list of wishes."
Shaking my head from where it managed to put a new indent into the cement wall behind me, I raced back to Silent, a huge smile on my face. If this was an actual fight, there was no way I would use this tactic, but right now, everything was more for fun than it was for death.
Although death could be fun, too, I guess.
"Go ahead," I smiled at him as he flipped me onto my back. Straddling me, he used his body to shield me from the audience as he ’rained’ blows down on my face in rapid succession. He made sure that one out of every ten punches landed, but otherwise, he was simply pounding the ground. "I’m all ears."
There was a look of rage and sorrow on Silent’s face as he continued to get out his anger on the earth beneath me. "I wish that whoever came up with that fucking vaccine to die a horrible death," he started, and I quickly nodded.
"Done," I assured him as soon as I got the okay from the woman inside me. "How does ’being torn apart by zombies for 500’ sound?"
"Fitting," he grunted, a slight smile on his face. His shoulders dropped a little as the stress in his body started to disappear. "I wish for the Alpha in charge of Camp Hell to die a horrible, horrible death. But I want him to have everything he ever wanted in his hands before that death comes."
"Done," I smiled. While my inner voice had accepted the third deal, I couldn’t help but wonder just what this wish would have in store for the Alph. A big part of me wanted to be a fly on the wall when he finally got his retribution.