Dealing With The Deadliest [Finished]

|Chapter 9|

The person whispered something extremely inaudible. He started feeling the warmth of my body with his steel cold fingers and started rimming them along my shoulders.

 I looked at his fingers and ignored his movements and  found myself staring at a pair of red glowing eyeballs that diminished along with the size of the iris. I tried to make out his face. He had hid enough. I raised my hands to feel his face but  the moment I attempted that, he strongly caught hold of them and pushed them down.

Not long after that, the awful stench of the blood started filling in the room. I tried to go closer to him, to know him, to know his reasons and intentions.

He grinned snidely and caught hold of my neck with his bare hand and I began to palpitate and started  preparing myself for the worst. I impatiently waited for the impending deathly blow that I knew I would soon be struck with.

He tugged my collar with a fulminant force to which I shortly gave in as he silently drew me nearer. The smell of the blood had grown even stronger and I felt it enveloping me from all the sides. I was standing close enough to him to know that he was real and not another ridiculous fragment of my imagination.

 I twitched unknowingly and he, with the presumption of having sensed the vibes,  pulled me towards him with a diagonal strength. I gaped at myself after feeling the miniature hug that lasted for a span of three seconds. No sooner after that, he suddenly, as though struck by something, caught hold of my  shoulders and jerked me off him, intricating a scowl on his face .

He let out another inaudible whisper like the last time and retraced his steps backwards ,fusing into the foreboding darkness that silhouetted the entire room. I looked behind and found myself staring at the expanded shadows that stretched across the rooms and the corridors.

 "Are you there?" I yelled out loud enough for him to hear if he was anywhere close by. I was responded with the usual answer. Silence. The door to the end of the corridor clanked open and the soft decor of the illumination overlapped its preceding corners.

After what felt like an eternity of silence and lifelessness, I gave up on my patience and qualified myself to search for the aggressor. The endless maze of the area, that was the corridor, subtended itself into various parts of the building, unknown to me. The dark alleys reminded me of my previous encounter with him. The man who had ravaged my life and made it so desolate, so bleak, that I shuddered to think of it.

Where could he vanish off to? And why did he vanish? This really made no sense at all.

Every nook and cranny  of the building was chipped off a  horror movie except for the fact that there were no blood curdling screams for this lingering silence was more than enough to obliterate you in a single blow. Silence and darkness were the only things that I had experienced since I had found myself here.

More than finding my way out, I was intent on searching my assassin, to know what I had done. Why will someone go to  an extent to kill me in such a glorious way?

I confused the black vividity of my vision by closing my eyes, for they literally , were the same. The noise aroused my senses once again and I looked around for the possible sources.

Out of nowhere, the same smell of the blood zoomed in across the area, this time abnormally with a sudden progression, and I felt a sharp unsheathed knife making its way inside me. The knife was taken out of my stomach with a jolt before I was given a chance to feel the pain. I looked down at my dress that was slowly assimilating and absorbing the oozing red.

Down on the floor, in front of me, I saw the beaded drops of the  scattered blood that I figured was my own which ultimately was enough of a reason that enticed me to elapse into an eternal rest. I did not need to turn back.

The person who had decided my destiny all by himself. The arrogant bastard who reeked of blood. The person who deserved to die in the most cruelest way .The freak who was after my life for a hell lot of days. I shall never forget him. Ever.

Tears rolled down my cheeks after a long time. The pain of losing your own life knowing that there were things you could have done to prevent so. The infliction of the pain you would now cause on others after your departure, was too great to surmise. Was I always this weak? He was right. A weakling like me did not deserve to live. Dear God,

 What had I done?  I did not want to die. Was this too much to ask for? It was my last request. The thoughts frantically reeled out my mind.

It was impossible to sustain the fact that I was dying for real this time. I would finally be free of fear, anger and pain, the only emotions I had been feeling since the arrival of this monster. Was this perhaps, a good thing then? To end it here, rather than feeling it all my life?

For one thing, I was sure of.

I was hated by God. My prayers to him always went unanswered, ever since I was small. Then why did I expect that to change now?

Was he indicating that it was okay to let go now and be removed from the world for the best?

Didn't I ever get to decide?