There's... There's no way that eye is real.
It seemed to look back up at me, still grasped in the air wishing to be let down. It seemed shocked, almost desperate. For one lonely eye it held so much meaning. It was hued in greenish-grey, almost as if it were saturated and glowing to represent those colors. along with the eye were a few brown strands which could be the eyebrows... How would I know?
"Who is this for, Thomas?" Becket lowered my body to the ground but never let go of my neck.
"Who is this eye for Thomas?"
I don't know. That was not a victim of mine, her eyes were more pure of green.
"And you admit to your wrong doings, Thomas?"
She pops the eye back into her socket, the wet oozing sound makes me want to vomit. It's disgusting in here with her. I just want to go back home and forget all of this, but she could kill me. She's just a big chunk of metal and code, it'd be impossible to get her to listen to me.
"Thomas, what are you thinking of?"
Ma'am, Becket, I just want to go home.
"I am afraid that's not going to happen. You still have not given in to your doings. What you have done is terrible."
What have I done?
"Thomas, she is still in there. You have no idea how much you've impacted this sweet, sweet little girl. Her green eyes lay in magenta, her skin and corpse hued into purple, and her desire for revenge only grew that much greater. I am sure, Thomas, you regret everything you've done now, right?"
That wasn't me I swear. I couldn't have killed her...
"You must give in, Thomas."
It wasn't me.
"Well then, I wish you good luck up there."
Her jaw opened almost a full 180, before a sharp drill-like figure beams out of it immediately. She grabs me by my arms and punctures my lower stomach. I just want to go home.
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Battered and Broken
TerrorBeneath the secrets was more than just an old and dusty mall. It was something dark, deep, and quiet. It feels much like a maze. A maze with no end, and with no end comes many possibilities. Many... Accidents...
