Dark Purple

Realizing

Key ran into the forest for as long as he could but stopped only after a minute to catch his breath. He knew he had to keep going but his body was alot more limited than he thought. Key could hear the faint sounds of police behind him. They were coming. He took a deep breath and ran further into the forest. Having an asmah attack was more preferable than getting caught by the police and taken to jail. As Key ran he began to think of a plan. He couldn't run forever, no, he'd collapse and either get caught or somhow suffocate. He definitely couldn't climb a tree to hide. They'd look up there too probably. Key's thoughts were interrupted buy a terrible smell. It was a shock at first but he immediately got use to it. In an attempt to find the source, he fell directly into small river. Key swam upwards gasping for air and holding his axe close to him as not to lose it. "So that's where..." Key was mid sentence when he saw an old bridge up ahead and suddenly got an idea. Key quickly put his axe under the land part of the bridge and grabbed some dead leaves by the side of the river before going back under the bridge. "This should do it." Key quickly covered himself and the axe in as many leaves as possible. He then layed down and proceeded to hide under the bridge. "Hopefully they don't find me here." He yawned. Dispite the serious situation Key was tired. He remained under the bridge for a good long while before falling asleep.

When Key woke up it was dark. Very very dark. He gently shook off the leaves and tried to refrain from rubbing his eyes with his dirty hands. Key waited silently for a moment, trying to hear if anyone was out there. When he found the world around him to be silent he grabbed his axe and climbed out from under the bridge. As far as he could tell, it was the middle of the night or at least early morning. Key began to walk through the forest, wondering what he was going to do next. He wore gloves at the crime scene so there shouldn't be any finger prints but if Relly was still alive he's probably in trouble. For all he knows, no one is aware he's the murderer. Key kept this little hope just in case but he doubted that he was a free man. As he walked he got to a small trash filled clearing in the forest. Dispite what he had done, he seemed disgusted at what people would do to nature. There were old soda cans and plastic bags. There was also what seemed to be a broken mirror scattered across the floor. Key stared at the pieces as if they were to give some sort of cue. Then it hit him. He was afraid of mirrors at night wasn't he? Key began to back away, feeling a deep sense of dread. He turned to run but was quickly pulled back by something. Long, thin fingers wrapped around him, lifting him into the air. Key began to struggle then attempted to scream but like last time, a thick black liquid was shoved in his mouth, leaving him unable to speak. "Well now, no need to struggle. It's rude." A calm British voice said. Key felt frozen as he recognized the voice. Key then began to freak out more, struggling to free himself from what could possibly be death. "ENOUGH." Key felt himself be squeezed, circulation cutting off to parts of his body. "Once you stop squirming I'll ket you talk." Slowly but surely, Key began to calm down. Not because he wanted to speak but more of he was becoming tired. "See. That wasn't very hard now was it?" The black liquid left, allowing Key to speak and properly breath again. "I'm sorry! Please l-let me go." Key gasped for air between words as he tried to stabilize his heart rate."You have not much to apologize to me for, though to others you might." Key attempted to avoid eye contact with the creature holding him even though it didn't seem have eyes. He then took a moment to try and register what the creature had said. "O-others...?" He questioned "Yes" the thing responded. "Your fellow humans, though, you won't be fellow for long." Key noticeably tensed up. "Why does it matter to you?" Key took a chance with a sassy attitude. "Because your the perfect candidate for my proposition." The demon smiled or at least the skin on his face dented into a soft curve to simulate one. "Let's make a deal." He grew another hand, this one had sharper claws. "You give me one of your eyes and not only will I stop bugging you but I'll give you a little bit something special as well." His grin grew "So, what do you say?" Key was surprised. Never in the years of seeing him or similar beings have they attempted to strike a deal. "W-why my eye?" Key wondered. "Well eyes, hearts, and voice boxes are very valuable trading items in the demon world." He then pointed at his face. "As you can see, I lack eyes and yours are just lovely." He caressed Key's face, making the boy shiver. Key gave it a moment of thought. This demon, for whatever reason, had been tormenting him for years, practically driving him insane. So the chance to be free of him could mean worlds to him and only for the price of an eye? What a deal! Key gulped "Ok, deal just take the one under my hair though." He began to tremble. "Alrighty then." The Demon used his extra arm to painfully get quicky yank out Key's left eye. He screamed, not use to that amount of pain. Blood dripped from the empty eyesocket as that side of his face began to burn. Key was promptly dropped as the demon, somehow, inserted the eye into his face. "A wonderful fit! It's as if I was sponed with it." All of his arms disappeared into his body. "Now for your special surprise." Out from every shard of glass on the floor came the black goop, engulfing Key. The cold liquid forced it's way in is mouth, nose, and empty eye. The shock of this, as well as the pain made him pass out.

It felt like forever. A neverending swirling darkness that faded into a blank nothingness. Was he finally dying or did he finally go blind. It was a while before he woke up or at least it felt like a while. He sat up, moonlight shining in his face. "How long was I out?" His mouth tasted sour and his body wet and cold. Key stood up, grabbing is axe that wasn't too far away. "Are you ok William?" He asked the axe. Of course, there was no outloud response but Key smiled as if there was one. "Ah, I'm glad to hear nothing happened." He seemed to be a bit off his rocker at this point. "We need to find somewhere to stay." Key began walking in a random direction. It felt like a good long while of chatting with his axe and occasionally  singing, he saw a light. "A house?" They got closer. "It's a house!" He ran towards it. It was a small, one story house. It had a fenced in back yard and you could see around the front there was a long, winding road leading out of the forest. Key climbed over the fence and got into the house through the sliding glass door, that was lucky open."huh, nice place." He mumbled. Key began to look around the dining room when he heard running foot steps. "What are you doing here?!" A man shouted. Key was pushed and slammed into a wall, making him spit up some of black goop and knocking over stuff including a wooden cross that fell on his head. It hurt like all hell and sent Key into a blind rage. The black goop came up from the ground and retrained the man as Key came full force at him with the axe. The sounds of bones cracking and the man screaming were no match for the loud static and over barring thump of his heartbeat. Key kept hacking until there was a bloody mess. The black goop turned into a puddle on the floor. Key sat there for a moment. Huffing and wheezing in an attempt to catch his breath. He looked around at the mess. "Oh dear..." he mumbled, getting up. "I should probably clean this up." Key went through the house, not just to find cleaning supplies but Also to check if there was anyone else. Luckily for him the man lived alone. Key cleaned up for hours, making the floor utterly spotless except for some hack marks that he can't fix. Key buried the heap of flesh and bones in the backyard before going to take a shower as well as clean his clothes. Of course it took a little while to figure it out but he got it to work. It was early morning by now and Key was so exhausted. He layed on the bed, thinking about what happened and what he had done. He felt an overwhelming emptiness then an seeming unsettling feeling of joy and excitement seeped in as he went over the memory. Key decided that he had enough thinking for today and decided to go to sleep. He wrote himself a note of things to remember before sleeping the rest of the day away. He was really a sick person.