𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒

Tremble| 11

You screamed at the sound of Alice's dreadfully familiar voice, and the fact that it was coming out from the lips of your reflection in the mirror didn't make it any less creepier.

Instinctively, you took your silver hairbrush and smashed it into the dressing mirror. The sound of it splintering seemed to echo around the room and the shower of tiny glass would have felt quite pretty if it didn't fall on your skin, making it bleed. And lets not forget that the situation was hella scary. 

Tho, obviously not the whole glass suffered that damage. Now it was cracked, yes, but that only tripled the number of your reflections.

You didn't think you could feel anymore creeped out but when all the three distorted reflections of yours smirked at you- contradicting the awfully scared expression your real face had- you screamed louder, again.

This was a big house, full of servants. 

Someone should be able to hear me.

"They can't here you, the room's soundproof."

No. 

Alice's voice echoed throughout the room, clearly, unbelievably, and absolutely horrifyingly coming from each of the mouth of the multiple reflections that were visible on the cracked glass.

Your body shook as your mind replayed the scene of your death. Not a long time has passed, but you had started to move on- what does a person do when their killer doesn't leave them even in their past life? 

The answer is panick. 

Call yourself stupid for doing so, but you couldn't even comprehend all the emotions you feeling. Anger. Fear. Maybe betrayal, even. 

It was as if sirens were ringing inside your head, warning you of danger. You could think nothing, your thoughts were a blank as you stared at the cruel mouth of the killer in the mirror, who just happened to be your doppelganger. 

Bike coated your tongue. 

Nausea took over. 

Then, you threw up, right on the mirror. 

And you fainted. 

-All blank-

Cethin sat in his study, heaving a long sigh as he checked his notes. And just so we're clear, he wasn't preparing for any exam. 

The notes were about a much, much, much more important thing. It was about the possibilities of his future. Or perhaps his world's future.

To be honest, he once hadn't been interested in the idea of finding out the future before it happened- even though he had learnt dark magic long ago. Did that mean anyone could do dark magic and get a free book telling you about the future of your world? No. 

Not everyone had old books about some serious creepy kind of forbidden magic hiding in their basements for hundreds of years. Perhaps he should thank his great-great-great grandfather for that. 

Plus, dark magic involved some guts that most people didn't have. They were afraid of being sent to imprison, but mostly they were afraid of what they'd have to do to accomplish it. While it may not look it, but Cethin had crossed hard lines. He knew he wasn't a good person. What he did involved him doing all kinds if shady stuff. 

Using people's blood to make elixirs, Manipulating people, and...murder, even. 

Let's not forget that he had known what was going to happen before you died, and he willfully chose to let it happen, because he was the one benefitting from it. 

It wouldn't fully be a lie to say he was planning on it. 

As it was said before, he hadn't always been into the idea about finding out about the future, he'd thought it'd take all the fun and thrill away.