Colliding

Chapter One: Iris

Author's Note:

So this is the rewritten and merged version of the first two chapter of Iris' P.O.V. Hope you enjoy and I add the second chapter soon hopefully. - @ablazingflame

Iris Pierce:

The eerie silence filled the room, not a word was said as a hooded figure pulled out a knife and held it against the girl's neck. A while passed as we stood there, motionless, I slowly took in the figure's odd features; the white hair with brown roots, void hazel eyes. Its eyes transfixed me, almost as if I was turned to stone simply by looking into its emotionless eyes. After I scrutinized it, it seemed as if it was wearing a mask, a façade covering up something.

I turned my gaze back to the girl, with her face frozen by fear, unable to move or utter a sound.

When the figure slit her throat, her face paled as her body was drained of blood and life. As she laid on the ground lifeless, her flaming red hair was a halo, and her beautiful eyes shined one last time before she left. The figure bent down to look at it victim in a predatory manner, it closed her gray eyes in an almost endearing way. As it was doing that, it's façade momentarily cracked as regret or sympathy passed through its eyes.

It then turned its gaze to me.

"Iris," the figure called as he stood up, a shiver of fear ran down my spine, "Iris." it called again as it took a step towards me, "Stay away from-", I screamed, terror evident in my voice, "Don't come any closer." I stepped back, it followed suit. Amusement was glinting in its eyes as it continued to taint my being with fear.

"Iris", it called after me as I began to run away, but that was almost impossible because it felt as if I was running in muddy water, I wasn't able to outrun him. While running, I took a glimpse behind me and my vision was crowded by the figure's night cloak, its color almost seemed to camouflage with the night. Petrified, I continued to run without delay.

Gradually my thighs and knees started to ache, and then I fell, my knees buckling beneath me. Lying on the floor, I was devoured by the darkness that caught up with me. Looking up, I saw a pair of hazel eyes looking down at me, eyes that slowly devoured my conscience, causing a slow shiver to run down my spine.

Slowly the figure bent down, its fingers encircled around my neck, it proceeded to strangle the life out of me and what was left of my conscience. As my airways tightened, I watched as the world around me was devoured by darkness and I was left alone with nothing but darkness to accompany me. And that numbed my being for one final time.

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I woke up to the sound of my screams echoing in my room. I opened my eyes only to be greeted by my dark ceiling. I sat upright, thinking about the figure in my dreams, I can't shake off the feeling that I've seen her before. Her? I lay down on my bed again, wanting to go back to sleep, which is odd. Whenever I have nightmares, I wouldn't be able to close my eyes yet alone sleep. This time I feel like I've been running for hours. This time it seemed like I wasn't able to comprehend anything and so I went back to sleep, tired of thinking.

I woke up again, with cold sweat on my face and my alarm clock going off, although I barely heard its inaudible sound. I look at the alarm trying to comprehend what I thought was reality but was only a figment of my imagination.

Aha how lovely a nightmare I mutter to myself sarcastically as I stride towards the bathroom to take a quick bath. On my way to the bathroom, I mock salute the "Wonderland flag", as my mother would call it. The flag looks it's been soaked in a pot filled with every shade of color in the bloody rainbow. That's supposed to make it seem embellished, but it looks rather zany to me, that's something I kept solely myself.

As I turned on the water, I grabbed one of the books on the shelf. Well it's not really a shelf, rather it's a stack of books that I hate, such as Peter Pan, supporting the pile of the books we got from The Alice family as I would like to call them. I grinned at the title of the book, And Then There Were None. A chuckle escaped my throat as I turned the page, "perfect timing" I whispered to no one in particular. I felt a surge of nostalgia as I read the masterpiece, and the extent of planning and manipulation was truly a genius, something I aspire to.

A knock on the door disturbed me whilst I was indulged in reading and the heat of the bath. "Miss Pierce, its Benjamin." Button announced his presence.

"What is it Button?" I ask him about his worried tone. "It's your father, he just came back from his visit to the queen" he starts to babble. "Button, what about my father?" I humored him, even though I knew the answer. "Miss Pierce, can you please stop calling me Button? My first name is Benjamin please refrain from calling me by my last name." Button started to ramble on but I interrupted him, "Button, just spill it." I order him."Miss, your father he's enraged about something, and it doesn't seem pretty." he confessed. A smirk paints my face as I hear the predictable news. "Oh, Button, tell my father I'll see him when I'm done." I ordered him, keeping my voice empathetic, "But Miss, he hasn't called on you, not yet at least." he asked me baffled. "Oh little button, he's going to call me to his office, right after he calls on you." I mutter quietly and on cue I heard my dad's angry voice. "Miss I have to go." Button excuses himself as he backs away from the door.

Hours passed since Button had left me alone; the haunting silence indicated the house was empty. Go time, I thought to myself as a dragged the sports bag behind me.

My first destination was the living room. I stared at flamboyant space before willing myself to wreck it. I raised my head to the roof and sighed as I opened the bag. I grabbed the blood bag and started to swing it onto the wall; attempting to create a scene that never happened. I move the furniture around and knocked a few things over in order to create an imaginary struggle. I dipped my hand in the blood as I walked towards the painting of my mother. I dragged my blooded hand down the painting as I scratched it. Then, I pulled out my boot knife and proceeded to create scratches on the wooded floor. I took a step back to look at my creation only to cringe at the destroyed room.

In order to perfect this plan, I had to create a false exit in which I presumably was taken from with my kidnapper as well how he entered. I grabbed my after-hours project from my room, I then threw it against the glass windows, shattering it instantly. The stitched up punching bag covered with watered down blood created the impression that I was either thrown or pushed out the window.

Feeling tired, I swung by the kitchen to have a sip of water. I filled up two cups of water and went to the front door. I drank half of the water from one of the cups before dropping both of them on the ground to create the false scene of the struggle. I knocked things in the hallway before going to my room.

I stared at the empty and lifeless bedroom of mine before grabbing the prepared bag, and leaving the house one final time.

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Something about being in the woods scared. Being in the exact spot as I did once before, but so much has changed and so many things have withered, existing only in our heads. I walked on the path with ease, knowing the woods like it was my house. Yet, something was off today, I must've passed The Arrow Tree multiple times hoping to cross paths with the cat. I even called out to him, but he didn't reply. Only my echoes replied to me as the woods we're in a state of silence. Its almost as if it disapproved of what I had done, what I am doing, and refused to talk to me.

I scuffed after waiting for no one, like an idiot, and ran towards the Home tree, where I would continue living there alone. Away from a cold and empty reality. I started to run to my destination, but stopped when I heard a twig broke. "Hello? Is there anyone there. Is that you Cheshie?" I called out hoping that it was the mischievous cat. Another twig broke, but this time it seemed closer. I turned around, hoping to catch a glimpse of whoever. Fear started to seep into me as I stated in the silent forest. I almost thought it was my imagination, but the sigh I heard proved otherwise. I turned my head around and my face meet with a chest. I looked up and barely caught a glimpse of the figure's face before I was greeted by the warm ground as it swallowed me a whole. Into the rabbit hole we go, I thought sardonically before darkness took over my senses.