𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 ~ 𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙚?

She lifted the knife high and swiped it low, it was light, beautiful and glittering. She practiced her movements, they were swift and fluid, almost like a meticulously rehearsed dance, her execution revealed a deeper truth about her, she was very much comfortable with a dangerous sharp object in her hand, she relished the feeling, it was almost intoxicating.

She admired her reflection through the shiny reflective surface, it was almost as if she was waiting for a figure to appear behind her. She continued to peer at her reflection through the knife, at both of their reflections, there was something alluring and appealing about the way they both appeared. The way he stood behind her, just waiting for her to turn around, he appeared as some sort of phantom, a hallucination even, but was he really there?

She lowered the knife and turned her body around to face him, he stood with his back against the counter, his hands gripping the marble surface.

"Did you miss me?" He asked, the slight smile was still on his face.

"Maybe", she took a step towards him.

"You were gone for a while", he remarked.

"I needed to take a breather".

"Why?" He cocked his head to the side. "Did I make you go mad?" He smirked.

"Yes", she said in a low voice, barely a whisper, but the kind of tone that could send shivers down a person's spine. "You really shouldn't have done that", she whispered. Her face was extremely close to his, almost an inch apart. His eyes desperately searched hers.

"And why is that?" He whispered back; lips extremely close to hers, he was gearing up to close the distance between them, to place his rough lips on her soft bloody ones.

"Because I'll always choose me". She plunged the piercing potent knife deep into his abdomen. He looked so shocked as she did it, disbelief clouded his expression. She took the knife out and he took a step back, his hand placed over the gaping wound tightly. He continued to bleed out, he continued to search for a sign, perhaps there was a chance that she could stop, perhaps her fleeting emotions would finally betray her, perhaps she made a mistake. When the expression on her face did not change, he tried to reach out, tried to grab her hand, tried to pull her back to him.

She did not move an inch from where she was standing, her face betrayed nothing, she appeared to be a piece of perfect marble stone. The knife was still clutched tightly in her hand, she would not let go of it, it appeared to be her lifeline of sorts. Now that she had finally discovered her true calling, there was no way in hell that she was going to revert back to her previous persona, she was out for blood and there was nothing that anybody could do to stop her. The reaper was some sort of savior, a necessary force. There was no need to fear the reaper for he had showed her what she truly was, the monster that lay beneath the surface just waiting to claw its way out.

"I'm sorry", she said with finality. "But this is how it ends". She plunged the knife into his body over and over again, numerous times. The final wound pierced his heart, it pierced her heart in an irreversible way.

She shook her head to clear the fog and rubbed her eyes vehemently. It was some sort of a dream, a twisted fantasy but it felt incredibly real. It was nothing more than a figment of her imagination. He was never really there; he never even left the garage, at least she did not see him leave. She stood there with a knife still clutched tightly in her hand, still admiring her ghostly reflection as the partygoers became louder, wilder and rowdier. The music pulsed all around them, almost thickening the air with its intensity and fervor, she was absolutely grateful. Nobody had noticed her slight slip from reality, they were all busy yelling, dancing and committing various debaucherous activities.