Horror One Shots

Dear

And she looked at him, with the blood dripping from his face, and his chest heaving as he breathed. It’s as if for the first time, she saw him as him. Not as the knight that came to rescue her, not as the hero of her story, not even as the boy she came to love. No, for he was just the monster he had always been. All this time, she had loved him into being something he wasn’t. Now, she sees that no amount of love can change a person’s heart.

The blood dripping from him wasn’t gold as she had so adamantly believed, but poison. A black ink that enveloped his whole being, coursing through his veins and pushing out onto the floor, spreading hate as it flees its home. It’s as if it’s hungry, hungry for more souls to take hold of.

Rising from the floor, he wipes at his mouth, smearing blood across his chin. He takes a step, then another, closing in on her, like a beast stalking its prey. Every fiber of her being says to run, to escape into the night and be free of this monster, but she can’t. No matter how much she wishes it weren’t true, there was still a part of her that hoped he could be who she wanted him to be.
Her eyes, shining ever so slightly with tears, looked up at him as he came closer. “No,” she thought, “He has to be good; he has to be good, please be good.”

His hand she now knew to be cold, reached out to her, faking warmth and comfort. As she grabbed it, she felt the evil in him like thorns. He prickled at her skin, drawing her blood into his and leaving scars on her surface. “You’re safe,” was all he said, voice dripping with tainted honey.

It’s all he had to say.

“No!” she yelled as she tried to rip her hand free from his grip. “What have you done?! You’re a monster!” Crying so hard she couldn’t see, scratching, clawing at him to release. “What have you done with him?! Please, don’t be this!”

The look of care and concern that once occupied his face faded from view. What came to was instead dark and grim. With nothing to hold back and no silly little girl to trick, his true feelings showed through. “Whatever do you mean, dear? This is who I’ve always been...and this is who I’ll always be.” A wicked smile grew on his face, the grip on her wrist tightening almost to the amount of breaking. “If you want something else, you’re a little late.” With that, he pulled her forward until she hit his chest.

With a deep breath, the anger rose in her just as she did from her pained position. Her fear and pain changed to hate and rage. “You will never have me again.” She twisted her wrist to grab onto his, bearing her nails down into his skin. Leaning close and bearing her own distorted grin, she whispered, “You’re not the only monster here, dear.”

Gripping tightly, she saw the realization come into his eyes. One fell swoop and he was on his stomach, her standing over him with a foot between his shoulder blades. He writhed under her weight, but doing so only made her push harder. “Unlike you, I never had to hide who I was to gain someone’s trust,” and with that, she took him down, stopping his rampage once and for all.

He would never hurt anyone again, and she would never so easily trust.