Chapter 10- Violet (part 2)

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Why can't I move? Someone's going to come and see me and- Did I die?

Frantically, she forced her eyes to skim around the room. She let out a short, whickering sigh of relief. Almost immediately, the relief was drowned in layers of nothingness. No matter how hard she tried to, her body would simply not move.

The movements and far- off murmurings from the lobby only upturned the fear, further. No one can see me like this! Her mind became as chaotic and wild as those who demons seize.

Suddenly, her legs jolted stiffly. The suppressing weight of demons which had took place on her shoulders vanished. A trickle of misty joy crinkled over her. I'm alive- I'm alive!

It all fell rather flat and quickly against the chilling air. She couldn't move how she wanted to. It wasn't her mind ordering but something within that, something much darker and cave-like. A metallic tasting word hunger on her tongue but didn't leave her, Fake-Elena. It was controlling her.

As 'she' made her way down the stairs, more silent then the death she had just rose from something shifted over. Like passing through ice a wilted need surfaced her mind, I need to kill. I need to kill to live.

If all her thoughts were visible they would be an inverse explosion, crazy chaotic turns and twists of light all coming together to just one idea, to just one word, kill, kill, kill.

There was a chill to her bones as the music- less voice hissed those words. Those words, as chaotic as a murderer's mind, entered her mind pressing in between what's wrong and right. Kill. Kill. Kill. 

Her expression remained stony and mute however her mind was screaming, Frank! Make it stop! Please come! I'm... I...Stop! I'm not a murderer! I'm not a killer.

Kill. Kill. Kill.

At times, when the night was as dark and empty as her soul, it would come to her, shadow-like but now what she assumed was Fake-Elena was dragging itself against her skull. It was becoming her. It was filling up the void, the cracks and the unseen.

Kill. Kill. Kill.

STOP! And for a second it did. For a second the weight vanished but like a unworthy tease it came back.

Perhaps if she screamed loud enough in her mind, someone would hear her. I DON'T WANT TO KILL! ... please.

Stiff like a clockwork toy, she left the inn and deep into the night. Night had fallen unevenly across the streets, disturbed and agitated. Somehow, this deepened the yearning need. She didn't want to die. As much as she hated to admit it, humans were selfish monsters who had one goal. Surviving. To her, life was one wild game of survival and she intended to keep it that way.

Further and further down the sharp twists and grey veiled alleyways, Elena's mind could make out an echo of footsteps and movement a little far of.

Realisation came like the suspended moment after a bullet has been shot. It hadn't fully settled in her mind until now.

She was going to kill someone.

NO! Please- make it stop! Frank! Please come. Please.

There was something in her eyes, an utter pain behind it. The fear seeped out within each thought, ghastly and corpse-like.

Kill. Kill. Kill.

Fighting with her own mind, Elena could feel surges of fear, spit-fire hunger and a vision of brokenness. The fear was in her head, dragging against her sculling, a continuous pulse.

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