Lace

5

Chapter 5:

I looked at him with wide eyes, shock and desperation filled my sandy orbs.

The captive in the rugged, torn shirt was a father. And to a newborn.
The child deserves to grow up with him, nomatter what the case.

I should know.

"The clock is ticking Lacey." And ominously, the large oak clock against the wall struck at a new hour. It's bell ringing loudly in my ear.

I couldn't do it. Would Riley even want to be saved at the expense of another?

He'd be angry, no furious if he were to find out that I'd robbed a babygirl of their father.

So even thought I had to survive, not at the expense of a daughter looking their parent.

"N-no" I tried to keep my voice strong. My mind was made up. Riley was strong... he'd understand...

"Bring the camera and her knife." He asked Soren, rather calmly.

During this whole turmoil, his expression did not change. Not a bit.

His eyes remained hard, his voice stren and his face remained as intimidating as ever.

I closed my eyes, knowing what was coming my way. My untimely death. 
Whenever I thought about my death, I'd assumed there would be more meaning to it. I'd expected to feel a welcoming urge, but instead I felt nothing but fear consume my whole being.

I heard Soren return with the knife and camera, I assume.

"Open your eyes Lacey."

I shook my head, clenching my eyes tightly.

Just get it over with. Fast and easy.

I awaited to be struck with the blade that's protected me for this long, but instead I'd heard a scream.

My eyes shot open to find a scene completely inhumane.

Tommy- the captive kneeling on the floor with blood dripping down his cheek, as grey eyes dragged my knife from the crease of his eyelid to the part of his mouth where both lips meet.

"Wh- S-Stop stop. I said that I wasn't going to kill him. "

"I know Lace, so I'm going to do it. "

Lace. Not Lacey, but Lace.

I barely had time to register the symbolism of the change in name before panicking.

"N-no, I'm here. Kill me. "

Grey eyes tilted his head, "and where's the fun in that?" He dug the knife into Tommy's cheek this time, earning a painstaking scream and blood flowing like a river.

"You could have killed him, and he would have been out of his misery. But now I get to kill him, " his lips flinched barely an inch,  into a sticking smirk, "and I'm going to make it fun."

He jabbed the knife into his shoulder "Soren, why not get this on camera, his family would like to watch his last moments, right Lacey?"

With my uncontrollable sobbing, and Tommy's painful screams, Grey eyes still spoke in a soft, menacing tone.

"No no, please. Don't."

"Then you do it. "

I shook my head, screaming out when he began carving words with my knife onto Tommy's body.

Liar. Whore. Cheap. Sick.

His body was tattooed by the end of it, and Soren didn't seem to mind. He seemed to enjoy zooming into each word and taunting him about it.

"Maybe this should be a birthday tape for his little girl, to show her what a whore her father was."

Tommy let out a defeated yelp before collapsing onto the floor.

His eyes were opened, and he was still alive. Just barely.

And he monsters, they were going to let him bleed out.

It could take hours, minutes... I dont know, but I know that he's going to suffer through each bit.

He didn't deserve this. And nor did his daughter deserve to watch him suffer on his last breaths. She wouldn't want him to suffer.

So I did it. I crawled over to the chair with the gun on it, and aimed it to the man.

It felt heavier than it should, and my uncontrollable shaking didn't seem to help.

I could always shoot the monsters instead. But how would that help Tommy? He was already hurt beyond repair.

After him, I could shoot them as well, but I know that I dont have it in me to pull the trigger twice.

I looked Tommy in the eyes, it was filled with pain, regret and sorrow. I almost backed out, but when he nodded his head, ever so slightly I did it.

The sound of the shot stunned my senses of hearing.

I was in a void. Everything became a blur and time seemed to slow down.

I'd heard a firmilar set of footsteps walk towards me. I wanted to cower away. To scream. To just do anything.

But I was frozen.

Grey eyes kneeled down beside me, slowly taking the gun away from my limp hands, then reaching out, towards my face. I flinched and began crying more, before looking up to him.

For the first time, his eyes held a tiny of emotion, but he tried to shield it at best he could.

"You're a monster." I barley choked out in a whisper between my silent sobs.

Those words seemed to snap him back to a reality. He stood up, cleaning his throat and began to leave with a final sentence of departure.

"Some pronounce it as monsters, to some it's 'the devil', but it's pronounced, Erebus."

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Okay, so I feel like the emotions could have been expressed better, but his was my first killing scene. Ever.

Question:

If your life could be described as a movie title, what movie would it be?

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6/11/19