In a moment, Charles lunges, trying to punch me, but yet again, I dodge every time, as fluid as water, as swift as wind.
"So, you're gonna force me too?" I kind of smirk at him. He didn't need to die- Like I said, he's making me do it. He could have ran- But he didn't so now he'll die. Blood drips from the corner of my mouth from the single punch he had landed. It doesn't hurt, for some reason. I glance at my knife, a red glint appearing in my eyes in my reflection. I look monstrous, and I feel cruel as the smell of blood reaches me, but it's too late to regret things.
Seeing me come closer, he tries another punch only for me to dodge. Again, he tries only for me to not even flinch. Again and again, punch after punch, I just continue to get closer until finally, Charles is up against a wall. "S- Step back!" he stutters out.
"No." In one swift movement, his arm is broken.
"W-What are you?" Another second, and his leg was at an awkward angle. I seem to be all around him, in front of him one second, gone the next, and I relish in it. I want him to suffer as I have. I want him to feel my pain, so I won't kill him just yet. I go on breaking bone after bone, making slash after slash, each one eliciting a scream.
Chuckling, I appear before him, lean forward, and whisper,
"Justice."
The next moment, a scream was heard, someone puked and then all that was left was me, several charred and unrecognisable bodies, and the nauseating smell of blood.
As the adrenaline wore off, I started to feel the pain I thought I was immune to, and it hurt like hell. The slash on my arm stung, and there was a throbbing pain where I got punched. Other than that, though, I felt nothing. Not the sadness, nor anger I had felt earlier- Just hollow emptiness, and I think I hate that more. I want to cry and scream but I can't. What's wrong with me? I just lost my best friend, and I don't feel anything. How horrible am I? A coughing fit hit me. I feel even more drained than I did before. I think that whenever Red takes over, she drains me or something. I feel exhausted, and sick, and like I'm about to hurl. Honestly, what have I done? I need to get out of here, but my arms and legs refuse to follow my commands. When I do get up and start walking, I trip midway. Why is everything spinning..? I have to stop for a moment...
When I wake up, I'm on a small mattress on the floor, crumbling stone walls around me looking familiar, and at once I know I'm back at my parent's house. I get up, my bare feet hitting the cold wooden floor, sending shivers down my spine. Seeing as there is no crib next to my bed, this is before Rose was born. That explains the musty smell, seeing as my parents never even bothered to clean up a bit until she was born. I don't know why that change happened, so don't ask me. I slip on my shoes and step outside the backdoor, which is connected to the storage area of my room. Well, technically everywhere is a storage area, because that was what this room used to be used for, but that area in particular still ended up being used to put things no one wanted to look at, like old photos, or failed carvings, not that there was much of each. It's warm but not hot outside, meaning it's somewhere around early summer.
Walking out of my backyard, I decide to head for the park, until my walk is interrupted by a familiar voice. "Hey Mary!"
I turn around and there she is, alive and smiling as if nothing had ever happened, and I suppose at this point in time, nothing has. Still, it hurts to look at her, so I just turn away and keep walking. After all, what would I say? 'Hi, so glad to see you, especially since you're dead right now'? It's better for me to just walk away. Unaware of this, she continues to call out to me before running and tackling me. "Mary! Why are you ignoring me? Are you upset at me? I'm sorry!" She must only be around 4 or 5 right now, and yet I see she's covered with as many cuts and bruises as she was when I saw her over a decade into the future. It makes me sad, and it also makes me wonder, because where would she get those from?
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In Flames Lie Darkness (Incomplete Fist Draft)
Action(Used to be Burning) If someone had told me that three years after my best friend went missing, I would be the one to stop the impending doom of the human race, just to bring them down myself, I would have called you crazy. But now, it seems I have...
