Sticks and stones may break your bones, but that is nothing compared to what I could do to you. Your sanity is now mine and your screams of agony is music to my ears.
.
Her breath hitched, her eyes widened.
It was like a massive bonfire.
...But why did she care? She only stayed with the gang because they had kidnapped her and would go batshit crazy if she didn't cooperate.
...And because of the war.
The flames licked at the sky. Smoke puffed out, causing Sam to cough.
"It's such a lovely sight isn't it?" Sam didn't bother to turn around.
Zalgo continued, "Just imagine them; sleeping soundly, not even aware that they're being burned to ash like a barbecue gone wrong!" He chuckled.
For a moment everything was quiet.
Sam was stuck in her own thoughts, imagining the worst case scenario.
Her heart pounded causing it to go to hear head. The sound of bells rang in her ears as she clenched and unclenched her fists angrily.
"Let me ask you something," Sam said directly towards the demon. "Why were you so set in killing them? What was there to achieve?"
Zalgo laughed as if it were the funniest thing that had ever been told.
"Samantha, you really did hit your head then..." Zalgo leaned on the tree bark behind him and chuckled to himself. "You were such a...normal child then. It's a shame it had to come to that. It was your mother's fault you know."
"...What are you talking about?"
Her white bangs covered her eyes as she avoided eye contact.
It hurt to even look at this demon. His piercing eyes practically stared right into her soul. She could feel it. The trembling.
"What do you see in the mirror, Sam? What does that little voice ask you?"
Sam's head whipped up at the mention of the voice.
She had never told anyone about it, so how could he know?
"Why can't you remember part of your childhood? Why are you a killer?" Zalgo continued and took a step forward. "These things connect you to this war of ours and why you're such a pest. You're a tough obstacle, you know."
Sam gritted her teeth. He was only stalling her.
If he wasn't going to give her an answer, she wasn't going to stick around.
"Fine then, be that way." Sam muttered and began to leave.
By now the sun was beginning to rise. It hurt. The sky was a blood streaked colour, the air cold and gritty.
"Don't think you're getting away. Next time, I'll end you!" Zalgo called as he began to disappear into a cloud of smoke and ash.
It was all too much to cope with. The smoke was intoxicating.
Faster and faster, Sam ran as far as her legs could carry her. Her feet ached and her throat felt raw, but she didn't stop until she got to an old shed.
It was wrecked.
An old camera lay beside the smashed window, it was flipped open, but looked as dead as everything else around.
Pages of paper were scattered around on the dead grass.
Sam entered the shed, coughing at the amount of dust that was disturbed as the door creaked open.
