~10~
"Ib?"
A familiar voice causes us to turn heads. Mary stands in the doorway, palette knife in hand, voice shaking.
"Ib, what are you doing," her panicked voice raises. "Ib, please, leave." Ib stand motionless. "LEeAAaAvEE!" she screams, dashing towards Ib with her knife.
"Ib, BURN IT!" Garry yells, tossing her his lighter. Ib catches the lighter and dashes to the painting, flicking the lighter a few times before it catches the canvas on fire.
"No, Ib! STOP!" Mary screams, the blue color of her eyes melting out like tears. Her body burns. I too, scream. The paint that makes up my skin peels off, falling to the ground like flakes. I cough up red paint and I too, burn. Our ashes lie together.
Flashback
"It's going to work," I said. "But... Mary and I are one and the same. I paid the ultamit price for tampering with the means of her life, and she too will now suffer. So when you burn her painting, so shall I.
Garry's eyes widen.
"But you'll die!"
"I get to help you guys. It's all I can do," I say with a sad smile.
End of flashback
Before my soul leaves the world, I manage to leave the words with Ib and Garry.
"Just make it out safely."
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END
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A/N
Ha, no this isnt the end. There's an epilogue. Or prologue. I'm not sure which one. This was really short. Sorry xD Thank you for reading this far!
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