Disgust rolled off her in waves, as she watched the head fly away from the body. Filthy parasites, she thought, weak and useless.
Remind you of anyone a voice purred, taunting her with the past. Ignoring the voice, she brushed dust off her leather jacket and strode towards her baby, Linnet, a Ferrari F12 Berlinetta. As she started off in the direction of home, she let her mind drift back...
The rage and sorrow consumed her. The anger pushing, destroying, tearing her apart from the inside out. As her vision washed red, she thought, This wasn't how it was supposed to be.
She felt raw, cold and alone. Her heart shattered. Gone was the sound of children's laughter, the warmth and happiness she had previously known. Falling to her knees she lifted a handful of soil. "Ashes to ashes and dust to dust," she whispered.
The world suddenly felt awkward and strange, painful to be in. She longed to be free of the memories, tainted as they now were. Most of all she wished to be free of the sorrow consuming her soul. Cutting all ties, she decided, that was the key. Complete disassociation, leaving only room for vengeance. Vengeance and anger and rage.
No longer holding back but freeing her rage; she felt cleansed, powerful and ready to destroy. Bring the rain, she thought, let my rage burn bright and long. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, destruction comes for all who litter my path. May the gods have mercy on you for I have none in me.
Snapping back to the present, she realized she was already home. She pulled into the garage, parked the car and heading inside...