The Girl and The Murderer

52. And We're Going Down

Rachel did not really know since when she was here anymore. All she knew was that she was here. All she knew was that she was back in her ancient house and she could not escape. She did not even try to leave. She knew she could not.

From time to time a distant voice told her she was a murderer, a terrible daughter and so on. She got used to it and did not care about it anymore.

But what was she doing then? Well nothing much. She was walking longingly from a room to another, without giving a thought to hunger, fatigue or anything which could stop her walking.

In the middle of a corridor, she would eventually fall on her knees due to exhaustion. But those weakness phases never lasted lobg and she was goung back on her feet quickly to continue to walk, slower than she started but never dragging her feet.

Rachel did not know what she should do. When a person was arriving at her house while she was passing by, her limbs were moving by themselves, assassinating the intruder before she could realize it. Her mind was trapped really deep in her heart and was never showing. She became an empty body, a porcelain doll which was moving because it could but not because it wanted to.

One day, a different person arrived. This person, her limbs did not kill. As if they reacted to their master.

-How are you Rachel ? Is everything going well?

She nodded silently. Her voice would not pass her pale lips anymore.

-I have a surprise for you. Come with me.

Once again she nodded, without making a sound. Then she followed limply the hasty path of the man.

-You know, I think you do a really great job here. You are the most efficient angel in this building. And if you pass this test, you will definitely be the best.

The man entered an elevator and Rachel sat down beside him. A strange scent was flotting in the air but she did not care about it. She did not care about anything anymore.

They went two levels below Rachel's, crossed rooms with a strange disposition. But again, Ray was only paying attention to the man who showed her the way. A blonde woman with a pink tie and dye said hi to them but she did not answer.

They went to another elevator and went down one level below. A young red haired man said hi to them again. She still did not answer. When the red haired man reached Rachel's ear, he whispered :

-I'm sorry.

A slight jump of her emotions made Rachel shake a bit but she did not say anything, her eyes still cold and expressionless.

The man and her crossed a cemetery before they could access to another elevator. They went down again.

-Did Eddie tell you something, the man asked.

-No. Nothing.

Her voice was hoarse.

-I saw him whispering to your ear though. Are you sure you did not hear anything?

-I heard nothing Sir, Ray answered while fixing her dead eyes on him.

He sighed and when the elevator doors opened he got out with a heavier walking pace. As if he was tired.

-Come, we need to continue to the next elevator.

They crossed the way of a doctor who licked his lips when he saw Rachel.

-Hello, he said in a sugar-coated voice. Do you remember me?

She turned her head and a small light of fear shone in her eyes for a split second. Then she followed her guide again without saying a word.

-Here is the last test. After this one, you may return to your floor and keep on living happily.

They reached the elevator and Rachel froze. She shook her head.

-Is something the matter Rachel ? A problem?

-No...

Yes, there was a problem. In a certain way, she knew that if she was going down now, she would be doomed. She tried to remain serene but she had the impression that her heart wanted to get out of her chest. It was beating faster and faster as the elevator was going down to its goal.

Finally, the door opened. But this time, the man did not go first. Rachel took one step, two. Then she saw him. It was only his back but she recognized him. probably cause of dat ass boi uwu (i should shut up I know)

She had the urge to run in his direction. And then they would have gone back up and found a way out of this place. But her legs, which dragged her all the way here by obligation more than will, were not ok with this.

She had the urge to scream his name. But her voice, which stayed so long inside her throat, which was hoarse and lifeless whenever it came out to answer to the man who dragged her here, was not ok with this.

She had the urge to hug him tightly. But the long days of merciless killing whoever crossed her path and the self-hatred she accumulated all these days, were not ok with this.

He turned around and slashed the woman's stomach. It had become a habit now. It was just another sacrifice to kill.

Then he recognized her. This girl, it was the reason why he was here. He put his scythe as far as possible from the living doll and hugged her tightly. He was crying.