Heart shaped Skulls

She Knows Best

~I am the scythe in the dark. I am the watcher on the wall. I am the shield that guards the human realm~

My mind raced, ran miles out of breath and delirious with exhaustion.
Sweat beaded at my temple as my eyes clenched tight in distraught.
First, it was pleasant. Two girls with red hair the vibrant color of burning embers swayed as the wind tossed it about as their feet digged into the ground running in the fields. At the beginning it only seemed as a result of a silly game they played, perhaps something childish as Tag your it. It would seem so, but the idea quickly faded when they swung their head to the side. Wisps of hair clasping to their pale faces, holding on for dear life. Such beautiful eyes with the glow of olive green and honey swirling in the center tainted by terror. Her eyes grew big, tears brimming the water line as her plump bow lips hang open in a silent scream her piercing cry long forgotten deep in the caverns of her maul. The one further in the back begun to trip in the thick mud created by nights of continued rain. It was good for the crops, a faint voice of the past muttered in the erie morning the sun barley peeking over the horizon. The other girl stopped, her dress haulting and clenching to her moist skin covered with precipitation. "Aileen!" Her voice sent a chill over me. I could feel my fists clench, my teeth grind. A feeling unlike any other washed over me, so raw and sinister. Protect. But what could I do, I was stuck frozen in time somewhere in the future. As the girl stooped down by her twin covered in mud she harshly pulled her to her feet before pushing her to the front. "Blair, you can't he'll-" another push sent Alieen into a run. That didn't stop the girl from whipping her head towards her sister as her feet carried her through the field. Corn, all around her but in the distance she could see them. A cry produced itself from her throat so hoarse and feral that it jolted Rowena's body awake.

I blinked harshly, trying to rid the burning tears from my eyes. Then a scowl pulled at my brows forcing a grimace across my face drenched in shadows. Slowly, I pulled my body up against the head board hearing the bed creak from the shift. Turning to my left I eyed Thomas half of the blankets pulled over him. I wanted to smile but the dream still sent waves of anger over me. My eyes trailed to his face, he had discarded his mask when we went back to bed his scarred skin free. I reached out caressing it gently afraid to stir him. The roughness gliding under my finger tips as I passed his jaw and smoothing out near his throat. My eyebrows knotted together even more so as I glanced at his nose. Someone so sweet, caring and loving didn't deserve this but I knew who did. A sneer graced my chapped lips, Nubbin.
The room was graced by very little light, the sun hardly peeking over the horizon casting a purple haze across the sky. A chill crept up my back, an erie coincidence. I think not. I let my feet touch the cold wooden boards as I stood from the warm embrace of Thomas. A sigh, sad and lonely pierced the silence. A thin white chemise sheer but light hang on my form. Sure, it was dirty with small spots of questionable brown stains but I had stopped worrying over such small things. I sneaked around all the boards known for their loud noises until I reached the door. I held the handle for a moment strategizing the best technique for a squeaky door like this one. I slid it open testing it, creeeak. I stopped, freezing my body. Slowly, I peered over my shoulder. His shape rised and fell with his breathing. I went back to work, I pulled the door open with one final swing leaving no creak but a single heavy gust of wind. Paranoia coursed through me bidding me to turn back around. Once again, a steady rise and fall of his shoulders soothed my rising worry. I shut our door quickly with a small click and gracefully raced down the stairs. Yesterday had been laundry day, and with all the commotion Hoyt hadn't remembered it. My feet bare pattered against the tiled flooring of the kitchen as I raced in a thrilled panic. Tucked in the corner next to the large metal basement door was a old washer and dryer. Rust dying the edge of the hinges red. Opening the dryer and pushing clothes to the side I found the one thing I was seeking. Hoyts pants. I threw them onto the top the sound of metal hitting metal was music to my ears. I rifled through his pockets grinning when something cold graced my fingertips. There in my hands were the keys to all the doors in the house. I sprinted to the stairs excitement building in my veins. It was our room first, I pushed the key in twisting it till I heard a click before I left for the other doors. I knew no furniture would work, an idiot could tell so each door I had locked and checked with a slight jingle of the handle before I knew my next step. I was in front of his door. My fingers twitched with anticipation. I placed the key in the handle hearing a faint click I squeezed my eyes shut. Did I want to do this? I nodded my head urgently. Was this the right thing to do? Once again I nodded a little more harsh. I opened my eyes, frenzy lacing them. With my hand on the handle I twisted it, a sneer so devilish was plastered on my lips as the door swing open. It was dark, thick curtains were placed over the windows. Slowly, I closed the door waiting for my eyes to adjust to the room. A stench wrecked my nasal cavities making my face cringe. Clothes piled high in corners, flesh stretched on wooden posts, bones decaying on platers laying haphazardly on end tables. I crept forward making my feet drag against the feeble wood flooring careful not to touch any loud boards. I was at the foot of his bed now, my glazed eyes darting from his face to the door. I closed my orbs trying to steady my labored breathing. Jekyll was asleep, or where ever she was when she wasn't with me. The stale and putrid air circulated through my lungs til I exhaled it with a shiver. That's when I noticed the emptiness in my hands. Shit. Carefully, I inched to his bedside in hopes this deranged psychopath would keep objects of torture. The end table to my left caught my attention, a serious eye sore. I had to be the second most disturbing thing in this house. I wanted to let a giggle slip, the first being me. I shook my head at my terrible attempt at a joke, had I really been so socially deprived that jokes so horrible were now echoing in my brain. I forcefully shook my head in hopes of scattering those thoughts, we have more important things right now. Once again my eyes gazed at the table as my hands went out blindly to grip the first drawer. The table, etched with a knife deep and scattered was what I could only assume names. Names of his victims, names of the women he raped, with him one can hardly tell. Maybe both would be the answer. I almost made a habit of pulling the lamp string when my hand stilled. Obviously, this place was my home I had grown to enjoy it. However, I had not seen such an oddity in my life. Skin was pulled and stitched. Different patches of different colors, textures, and age. I cringed when I finally noticed what I was looking at. Body parts of woman, genitalia mostly. My brows pulled into a thick frown. Is that why he was so set on killing me? Was I good enough for his necrophilia? Would I be a pretty decoration? I backed away from that answer not wanting my mind to creat more ugly outcomes. Instead, I pulled open the drawer the furniture oiled as no chilling noise was made. Riffling through I could only see bones. At this point I noticed the obsession with bones. Small, some large some big enough to bash a human skull in. My eyes flickered upward, looking at nothing in particular but thinking. Big enough to bash a human skull. I pulled out what looked to be a human thigh bone. It's pure white glowing in the soft rays of the morning sun that danced on tiny particles of dust. I slipped the bone under my armpit for safe keeping as I opened a different drawer. My eyes glistened with perverse intent. Dull, shiny, rusty, and silver tools of torture laid dormant locked away. I dug around mindful of the sharp edges til my heart, cold and made of stone leapt with joy. A bone saw, rusted and slightly dull from continued use spoke to me in silent whispers of devilish pleasures. I took it into my hand along with a oddly new scalpel before raising from my hunches. I circled him like a vulture waiting for her prey to take it's last wheezing breath. Just like his brothers left him; hands tied above him, feet chained to the bed posts. If my smile could stretch even more it would've. I sat down my instruments next to his legs in a straight line from the smallest to the largest. I took the scalpel into my thin fingers the cold welcoming to my heated skin. Prying his mouth open was an easy task, the next was going to slightly harder. Gently, with ultimate precision and stability I brought his tongue out without him wincing awake. Hard sleeper I though with one eyebrow slightly raised. Similar to a spider, I slithered onto his body straddling his torso. Trapping him between my thighs I made myself comfortable before I dug deep into his flesh. A audible crunch was heard as I severed his muscle in his prevented maul. Nubbin was asleep no more. His eyes bulged with terror drenched and laced with unbearable pain. He thrashed, swung, and threw his head but to no avail he was caged like a dog. A rat in a cage. My face twisted. More horrifying than any grotesque demon. Laughter, demonic and morbid deep from my esophagus. Despite my rage I controlled the red that encircled my vision, tempting me for a shower of blood. Time, I wanted time. Hands twirled in thick red locks, pulling and distorting in pale fists. Blood smeared over flushed cheeks at the absolute frenzy. I'm a human. More disturbing than any flesh eating demon. I can hurt you, kill you, mentally pervert you. Imagine the possibilities.

~you provoke me until I snap and then get upset at me for becoming the monster you created~