My Dark Angel

Hands to Hold

(Lolololol Destiny's theme)

The pain began to subside as Rachel helped me stand. I was able to walk normally after a few minutes, and Zack seemed to stay away slightly. Rachel soon left us alone once more, instructing us to look around for a switch to the door. I was crouched over, lokking closely around some graves, when Zack let out an annouyed growl.
"This grave really pisses me off."
I looked at him. "Rachel's grave?"
"No, mine," he pointed to the uneven and large rock before him. "It looks like shit..." his head snapped in my direction, eyes dark. "I wanna break it."
"Then go ahead," I stared. "Your scythe might break though... and the rock is really hard."
He growled. "Gahhhh, I know that." He dropped his weapon. "Wait here."
I watched him march out of the room for a second time, still clueless as to what went on inside his head. As I turned back to looking, the door opened once more, and I heard Zack stomp towards the gravestone again.

"Zack, what are you-"

"Shut up!" he yelled, slamming his arm downwards, a loud smack exploding in the room. "Shit. This thing is stubborn," he swung at the jagged rock again, and I noticed he had found a pickax.

"Zack?" I stood up and walked towards him. "Zack-"

He laughed like a madman as he finally crushed the rock into rubble. I giggled myself, covering my mouth. I hadn't found his laughter addicting like this the first time we met.

"That thing took a lot of effort, but I got it!! Hey... Destiny," he looked at me with his left eye, pupil nearly invisible amidst his psychotic gold. "You know what this means? It means..." he faced me and presented a wide grin. "... all these graves are fair game too!"

Before I could react he had run past me, laughing like a maniac, smashing all the smaller graves in sight. As I watched him, I noticed how much he was enjoying himself. I couldn't help but feel something in my chest. It was almost like relief, possibly.

I watched him as the next minute went by, and there were soon no more graves intact. Dropping the pickax, he turned to me.

"... what was I supposed to be doing again?"

I finally started laughing, holding my stomach.

Zack seemed unimpressed. "Hey!! What the fuck?!"

"Zack!" I wheezed. "We're supposed to be... looking for a switch." I calmed down.

"Oh... right." He stared at me with an absent expression. "Uh... sorry."

"You enjoyed yourself. I think you needed it," I walked over to his scythe and picked it up, almost dropping it right after. "Whoa! That's fucking heavy!"

"No shit," he walked up beside me. "What were ya trying to do, anyway?"

"I was trying to bring it to you," I groaned, lifting it and handing it to him. Once he took it from my hands, I breathed loudly, obviously having been using everything I had to lift the blade.

Zack couldn't help but laugh. "Wow. You're fucking stupid and weird."

"Says the one who slashed me for no reason."

"Shut up and piss off."

"What happened out here?" We both turned to see Rachel staring at us.

"Oh. You're back," Zack said. "Find anything?" He completely ignored her question.

"Um... yes." She held up some papers in her hand. "I found documents on myself. Everything about me." She looked down at them.

"Why would you want to read about yourself?" Zack asked, swinging his scythe over his right shoulder. "It's useless papers about you, nothing more, nothing less."

She nodded slowly. "Yes. I guess that's true. These papers are just like Destiny's, except more detailed." She looked at Zack. "I also found stuff about you, Zack."

"Me?" He seemed taken aback.

"Yes." she looked down at the papers in her hands, moving her own to the bottom of the two booklets. "Isaac Foster, estimated age twenty. Isaac was left in an orphanage, disappearing before authorities discovered children's bodies buried in the yard and the bodies of the caretakers in their room. He is suspected to be related to the string of murders happening in the state. He is also likely to have been-"

"What did you think after reading all that?" He grumbled at her. She stopped and looked up at him with her dead eyes. "What do you think of me after reading that. What's your impression of me?"

"My impression of you?" She remained silent before speaking again. "Nothing. It's just information about you. Nothing more, nothing less. I haven't seen you like any of the things written here. So my impression remains the same. You're a person."

"You're not afraid of me?" he grinned wildly.

"No."

"I met one person like that before, who said they weren't afraid." He then looked at me. "Destiny admitted she was scared, but just couldn't get off her lazy ass long enough to run." I flipped him off promptly and he turned back to Rachel. "The girl said she wasn't scared, and she started spewing stuff like how she was my biggest fan, and how she admired me. I thought it was cute, so I gave her five seconds to run instead of three." He smiled to himself. "She ran, and once I caught her I asked why she would run away if she wasn't scared. She said she just wanted to stay alive, so she said all of that. She thought she could ass kiss her way out. However, I told her... I hated lies. I hate lies, liars, and I never lie myself. So, after that," he glanced at me before grinning largely. "I killed her."

He was close to Rachel at this point. "... does this stoy have anything to do with me?" She asked.

"Huh?" Zack blinked.

"Oh right... you gave me three seconds, not five..." She began to think.

Zack groaned loudly, walking away. "Fuck! This bitch wants me to kill her!"

Rachel and I shared a look before we looked back at Zack. "Uh... Zack?"

He quickly walked back. "HuuuuHHHHH?"

"Let's just..." I blinked.

"There was another switch in the room at the back. I need to have you activate the other, Zack. I think I know where it is." She walked out of the room.

We watched after her together. "... what the hell?"