Redemption

Chapter 12: Mistaken Identity

Chapter 12: Mistaken Identity

   Darwin watched, frozen by a mixture of fear and confusion, as Stacy sauntered toward the table where he lay; her eyes never leaving his own as she made a straight path through the shattered debris on the floor toward him. A slight smirk found itself plastered at the corners of her lips, showing she was the one still in control here. Anger boiled in Darwin's very veins at the sight of her sickly grin and the second she was in his reach he struck with the viciousness of a cobra; seizing her around the throat with his free hand.

   Stacy never broke eye contact with him as his meaty palm wrapped itself around her throat hoping to choke her into submission but, the reaction he received was quite the opposite. Stacy rolled her eyes in amusement, completely unmoved by his attempt at intimidation.

"You call that a grip?"

  Darwin tightened his hold around her throat only to get a disheartening chuckle as she waved her hand at him playfully. His eyes widened unwilling to accept his helplessness as Stacy, without exerting any force at all, carefully removed his hand from her throat ; turning her attention to the remaining straps that were holding him down to the table.

   "Want to know something funny?" she giggled, undoing the restraints that were pinning him down, one by one. "Now, that you stand before me face to face I see you for who you truly are. You're nothing. This whole demeanor you try to keep up, it's all smoke and mirrors. You're a coward. You try to push it deep down inside yourself to hide it from the sunlight but, deep down you're nothing but a spineless, overbearing blowhard."

   Stacy backed away from the table as Darwin sat up right, swinging his feet off the cold, steel tabletop to the ground; carefully standing to his feet, face to face with his captor. He wasn't exactly sure how she was managing to do all of this, but one thing he was certain of ,as his anger slowly began to lay siege to his mind, was that he wanted her to pay; whether it be with blood, pain, or tears...he wanted her to pay.

   Stacy stared back into his vacant eyes and smiled almost as if she knew of the mounting anger that was festering inside him.

"Go on. Do it. Prove me wrong." Stacy whispered, challengingly.

   He could feel her eyes eating away at him until, nothing was left but, the rage poisoning his heart. It was almost as if she were feeding on his emotion, waiting for the perfect moment to pull the rug out from under him and leave him to his own devices. He knew he was playing right into her hands but, the primitive urges within him were just too great to overcome.

   Darwin could feel the weight of his own emotions holding him in place, unable to make a move against her but, as a he looked down, he realized it wasn't just the weight of his emotions that were holding him in place. Rather it was the weight of two twin blades that were resting in the palms of his clenched fists; the same blades given to him back in the industrial district. Their cold steel gleamed in the moonlight like carefully cut diamonds.

" Do it you pathetic, waste of space. Do it! Kill me!" Stacy shouted, baring her teeth.

    Darwin obeyed the command, without hesitation, as he took the blade in his left hand and thrust it straight through her exposed midsection; skewering her like a raw shish kabob. Her mouth fell open in surprise as she looked down at the blade protruding from her flesh; the steel tainted with her own crimson droplets.

   Blood ran down the length of the blade back to Darwin's hand, coloring his palm in the redness of her soul. He watched, emotionless, as Stacy slowly raised her head back up to meet his gaze, but saw that once her eyes had locked in on his own they weren't her eyes.