Death's Bitter Embrace (#Wattys2015)

Act II, Chapter XXI: Confusion Courses Through The Heart

It was Rory, all his broken bones and injuries had healed-but how? I only tortured him a few short hours ago. He stood and beamed at me with a creepy ear-to-ear grin, what did he mean by 'Heather is mine'? Why did he have Heather's number on his arm? So many questions popped into my head and stayed there that it hurt. Confusion coursed through my veins, with each passing question the faster and faster it flowed.

    Rory's eyes still glowed a dark red, he stood frozen still, like he couldn't move, he wasn't even blinking just staring with those eyes and that creepy smile. He puts down his arms and starts saying something; at first mumbling it then gradually getting louder until he was screaming at the top of his lungs-what an odd idiom.

"XY, XY, 271596, XY, XY, 271596, I must, I must, I must" at first I didn't hear him because he was whispering it but then he started screaming it, I had to take a step back because it was so loud-what did it mean, McDouchebag was confusing me more than ever before, more and more questions filled my head and none of them being answered.

    I grab out Raven and extend her to full length, showing her off to Rory-the sad reality that Raven was gone kicked in and it kicked hard, it felt like a punch to the gut or a kick to nuts; it hurt, the pain didn't wash away straight away, bringing up powerful, painful memories. Angel was shining in the morning sun, the sun was starting to shine as it was close to seven in the morning.

    Judging by Rory's reaction to Angel he was here for a fight, I don't care if I kill him anymore, I just want answers before I kill him. He put up his hands in a fighting stance and I noticed something on his arm, my peripherals keeping my wits about me while I looked at his arm.

    His arm was now covered in numbers, there wasn't a space of white flesh, just black numbers with white negative space surrounding them. I look up because I saw something in my peripheral, out of the corner of my eye; another figure, I doubt it was a demon.

    I presumed it was Lucifer, it had to be, there couldn't be anyone else that would be here, Lucifer would be the one to do this to Rory-somehow, I still didn't understand any of the questions in my head and definitely didn't know any of the answers to them either-I would have to wait and find out.

    The shadow came closer, walking slow and limping, why was it limping? It too had glowing eyes, but they were emerald green, they were shining in the sun, as the shadow gets closer, I realise that it isn't Lucifer, it's woman, a young girl my age. As she limps closer and closer, I start to make out who it was.

    It was Heather? How was Heather alive? I saw her head in the bag-great...more questions, more questions I couldn't answer. She opens her mouth and says something that gives me chills down my spine, chills of confusion, chills in general.

"XX, 271596, XX, XX, XX, 271596" she says, repeating herself over and over like Rory had done ten minutes prior, I could almost pass out from the confusion, it was too much, the ambience getting louder and louder with every question going unanswered.

    She puts up her hands in a fighting stance, once again copying McDouchebag, but instead of standing still she moves towards me with a creepy criminal grin. She walks up kisses me on the cheek and walks back to her position, screaming three words at the top of her lungs-once again, what a stupid idiom.

"Come on, fight" then kicks me in the face, catching me off guard, I'm still stunned that Heather is alive let alone that she wants to fight, so I fall to the ground but instantly get back up, she goes to punch me in the face; but I catch her hand and throw her over my shoulder.

    This was Angel's job not mine, I strike both of them with the Angel's butt and knock them both to the ground, sending them at least ten feet backwards. I needed answers, but I wasn't going to get them here, I need to dispose of these two quickly.

    After ten long grueling minutes of fighting them, getting punched kicked and even head-butted twice I finally get the upper edge, I use Angel as my momentum and I swing around her, kicking both of them in the face. As soon as they get back up I slice them both in two, through all the bones in the way, I had finally killed them.

    I walk to the bodies and look at them one last time, as I turn to look at them they change, their body's changed shape and colour. They changed into two familiar bodies, Cal and Alex, I had killed Cal and Alex, this was Lucifer's doing. I had killed my best friend and the only one to ever love me dearly.

    I am sitting here, enveloped in a lake of blood, my smile, my creepy smile turns from a criminal grin, to a frown, filled with sadness and sorrow, I had killed her, I had killed the only one who loved me dearly, I had killed her.

    I had killed the only two people to understand me, the only two people to love me for me, the only people to join me in my hobby, I had killed them.

    I have lost all who loved me, all who helped me, first it was Raven, and now it's Cal and Alex, Lucifer was going to pay, in fact, Lucifer was going to die and nothing and no-one could stop me. He took all I loved and killed them, I'm going to bring his empire down to the ground and if go down with it; so be it.

       Lucifer, I'm coming for you!