Order of the Puppets (A MCSM fanfic)

~Chapter six~

She's lying in the ground, crying.

She doesn't deserve this.

None of them deserve this.

They took out lives away...

Me and my friends.

Ellie died in her own time- I'd prefer not to think about the wither storm, though.

They have to be stopped.

They HAVE to.

I remember the girl's smile as she ripped the blade into my stomach, stopping tight at my rib cage.

Lying on the ground, trying to keep my guts from falling into the floor, the last thing I saw while I was living was the figure of Gabriel as he ran in.

He was killed next.

And then... Magnus...

I don't even think Ellie knows we're dead.

Jesse sobbed, her sadness filling me.

Some people were despicable bastards.

"I can hear you." Whispered Jesse, tears staining her face.

I stayed frozen, not wanting her to hear me anymore.

"Sorren?" Asked Jesse, raising her head.

I sighed, having a hard time to look at Jesse.

Her eyes turned red.

"You coward!" She spat, her eyes flickering in and out of green and red.

The red in her eyes faded, being replaced with her glittering green ones.

"Sorren... what happened to you?... I've been alone... we've all been alone..."

Hatred flooded me, the thought of those murdering villains making me want to punch something.

"You're okay, Jesse. Everything's going to be okay."

Jesse put her head back in her hands.

"I sure hope so..."

..

Ellie.

She's gone.

I should be over it by now, considering she's been dead for over a year- but I just can't shake my guilt of not appreciating her while she was around.

...it... should have been me.

But maybe... her death was more peaceful.

I remember sorren and Gabriel's dead bodies, the blood soaked figure in the middle.

Before I could do anything, she had the blade lodged in my chest.

...maybe things were better this way.

...

I'm usually not a morbid person.

People see me as a weakling- and that I can't do anything.

Well, guess what?

Who survived death?

Who survived pama? And falling for eternity? What about being framed and ridiculed by friends?

W-who would think of me having these thoughts?

Thoughts of the dead bodies of people- my heart growing colder and colder as time goes on.

I haven't heard the voice in days, her presence gone.

But neither have the other voices spoken to me.

It's just me.

Alone with my thoughts.

My psychotic, terribly morbid, gruesome thoughts.

...

I need to fight back.

I need to stop Veronica.

I need to KILL her.

...

This was too much to bear.

My visions are getting more morbid- I can almost feel the blood on my hands.

This is getting out of hand.

I know what I have to do.

...

My heavy footsteps clank on the stone flooring, the doors to each room looking the same.

I had a knife clenched in my hand, my robotic grin spreading out to reveal razor sharp teeth.

My white pupils shone in the darkness.

Is it bad that I can't think?

Is it bad that I can't stop myself?

What am I even doing here-this isn't what I want to do!

I open the door, seeing Jesse cowering in the corner.

Her head popped up, her face having terror etched on it.

She backed further into the wall, thinking that I couldn't reach her through the metal prison bars.

I kicked the bars, making a hole just large enough to climb through.

"Hello, Jessica." I purred.

I looked at the shiny knife clutched in my hand.

Jesse screamed as I walked to her.

Quickly, I pinned her to the wall.

Jesse screamed and screamed, but I didn't do anything.

"Aww... no need to be like that..." I whimpered, with mock pity. "..Now... where should I start?"

I ran the blade right across Jesse's temple, causing blood to drip and her to scream even louder.

STOP.

...

I screamed, the knife cut stinging me.

This was it.

Lukas was going to kill me.

Right here. Right now.

But he dropped the knife.

He dropped it, the metal clanking to the ground.

He fell to his knees, plummeting to the ground.

I brushed the blood from my temple, looking at his incapacitated body.

What... happened?

"Jesse." Said Sorren, his voice stern and full of worry. "We need to go. Now."