Chapter 41: "Breaking Point"

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He was. He was actually smiling. I don't know if it was just a sociopaths response to facing death, or this is exactly what he wanted me to do. Did I fall right into another trap?!

"Why are you smiling?! I'm here to kill you, I'm going to do it! Lockwood can't talk me out of it!" I said as I pushed my boot down harder on his chest, making a squeaking sound as he gasped for air.

"If-f yo-u re-remove y-your boo-ot I c-can tell y-you—" Freddy whispered out in small breathy increments.

"Fine." I mumbled as I slowly released the pressure on Freddy's lungs.

He took a deep desperate breath and looked up at me with a glint of something sinister in his eye. Even more so than usual. He smiled before talking.

"Thank you, now your question was why am I smiling? right?" He said mockingly before continuing on.

"Well originally my plan was to get you to fall in love with me, that was my goal, but after my continued attempts at doing so I realized you never would. That angered me greatly, but I still cared for you, so I tried one last desperate attempt to free you from Lockwood's influence. So I tried to kill him. But then I saw the look in your eye, I knew that something had snapped in you. That you had broken. That was the moment I knew what I wanted to do next, I wanted to make you be like me. A monster. I wanted you to cross a line...and now...here you are." He finished saying with a grin that made my stomach twist.

My heart broke, I turned to look at Lockwood but he wouldn't make eye contact with me. It worked. Freddy did it. He made me be like him, he made the boy I loved see me as a monster. I was torn, do I solidify my friends' view of me as a villain, or do I risk everyone's lives and let Freddy live. It wasn't really a question. Because I wasn't killing him for myself, I was killing him for them, so he could never hurt them again. So I moved my rapier to his heart. Right as I was about to plunge my sword into his chest he gripped the blade with his hands, blood ran down his arms and he kicked my leg. I lost my balance and fell to the ground, he took this as an opportunity to jump up, take my rapier and slice across my stomach.

I screamed in pain and gripped my abdomen and rolled to the side to avoid a killing blow. I stood up in time to see Lockwood running towards Freddy, rapier raised high, Freddy met his move with a violent hand. I tried to bring myself to the fight but I stumbled down to my knees. My eyes were blurring in and out of focus, I felt my blood on hands, I knew I'd screwed up. I couldn't let Lockwood fight Freddy on his own, so I gathered all my strength, stood up, grabbed my rapier, and used the last burst of my energy to run toward him and plunge my rapier into his chest. I heard the wheeze that showed I had punctured his lungs. I pulled my sword back and he turned around slowly before collapsing.

I did it.

He's dead.

And that's when I saw it. The look on Lockwood's face. It wasn't one of love, nor relief, but one of utter disdain. For me.  I'd done it, I'd finally done it after all these years, I'd made him hate me.

At that moment I saw DEPRAC pulling up, with George and Holly jumping out of the backseat before the cars had even come to a full stop. I couldn't stay, I couldn't watch Lockwood tell them about what I had done. I couldn't watch them have the same face that he did. So I ran, I saw them running towards me, but I turned and ran. Disappeared into the night.

I heard them yelling for me, begging me to stop, asking what was going on, I didn't stop. I kept running until I found a dark corner to duck into. I sat down and curled up, that's when I finally noticed all the blood pooling on my shirt and dripping down my legs. Shit. The adrenaline wore off soon after, I was in excruciating pain, it was radiating from my abdomen. I tried to stand up, I needed to make it to a hospital, but I was too weak. My head suddenly felt heavy, like cement was flowing through my veins. I felt this for a minute before my eyes got blurry, and then everything went black.

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