dream sweet, simon

Murders

When Simon woke up, he was incredibly mad that his dream wasn't real.
He'd be able to see Charlene today, though, which was great.

Simon gazed around frantically. Charlene wasn't in her usual spot by the water. She wasn't even on the beach itself. She'd probably let him know if she had plans, right? He received lots of confused looks, and eventually gave up on the beach. The second closest place was a forest. Simon shrugged after debating random reasons as to why she'd be in a forest. It was near the beach, and it probably gives the perfect amount of sunlight. She could also be dead. He ran to the forest, as he was tired of walking and then suddenly stopping.

He was in the forest, and there wasn't much besides trees.
And the smell of death.
Simon's jaw dropped slightly in shock, hoping that Charlene wasn't the one who died.
He ran faster towards the smell, and was greeted by a very unpleasant scene.
Someone was crying over a dead body.
No.
It couldn't be.
They'd only met two days ago.
"What did you do?" Simon demanded.
"I—" the person sitting next to her was cut off by an extremely angry response.
"No excuses. Why would you do that? What would she ever do to you? You know what, just get up so that I can kill you already, you deserve it, I'm doing it with honor, why would I do extra work for it by crouching down next to you? How could you do this? Why were you even with her?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it. We were just chatting and walking and then somehow a tree just fell on her and I didn't even bother alerting her because I was too stunned by the sight. I didn't mean for this to happen, I swear." the unknown person sobbed.
"Get. Up."
"Please, don't kill me. I never meant for this to happen."
"It's justice for her. Why would a tree just fall on her? That never just happens out of nowhere. Even if it was, you were visibly too careless to do anything. One more thing before your fate, what's your name? I need to know for very obvious reasons, why would I be avenging someone and not even know the name of their killer?"
The person stood up.
"It's Zubin, but at least I'm making myself known to more people before I die," he sniffed.
Simon slightly casually pulled a knife you would use in the kitchen out of his pocket, staring at Zubin. He sighed, examining the knife.
Justice.
Simon looked up. Zubin was running as fast as possible. He kissed the dead Charlene on the cheek, and then he chased after him, fueled by rage and love. He caught sight of Zubin, and managed to cut his arm. That was something, at least.
After at least five minutes of just running, he grabbed Zubin by the shoulder, who gave him a look of absolute fear. Simon had never seen that look in his life, but it was satisfying.
Simon slit his throat and pushed him to the ground. Charlene was avenged.
His eyes watered at the thought of Charlene never being able to talk to him again.
What Simon noticed about Zubin is that he didn't die immediately. It wasn't eerie to him at all, at least he actually suffered.
He was really the whale now, and Zubin was a shark who thought he'd be able to mess with him.