Azrael:Family Awakening

• Chapter 1 - Pandora: Fate's Reflection •

She started running from me as soon as I held out my needle. I heard her small feet hit the ground as she ran down the staircase, breathing heavily.

A child, a small, innocent child, took my beloved away. How dare she talk to my lover? How dare she talk shit about me to her behind my back? How dare she. Little shit.

This stupid school accepted anybody, anybody with money. The kid doesn't even dress well. She doesn't have lunch money. She doesn't have anything! That still doesn't give her the right to take her away.

I walked down the stairs she previously went down, following the sounds of her footsteps. It seemed as though she just stopped at the bottom, unknowing of what to do next.

Brat. Fucking spoiled brat. I'm gonna fucking murder her. As soon as I reached the bottom step of the straircase, she quickly hit me with the nearest item she found- a stick.

Pathetic. I grabbed her by the neck and started squeezing it, attempting to suffocate her until she turned purple. Kid got more to her, she fucking kicked me! Then ran off, to, I don't fucking care! Now I was definitely gonna murder her.

I could still here her heavy breathing, which just made it more easier for me to locate her position. How dare she take everything away from me, I still can't get over that fact.

The first day she arrived at the school, she was so quiet. So isolated, so alone. It was my beloved who first spoke to her, comforting "Pandora" that it was ''okay to be nervous'' on your first day at school.

Not in this one. This school was for the mentally ill, the abnormal. The sick, twisted. Pandora was none of that. She was kind, protective, smart. And she claims to be a Demon. Even a human in this school was more mentally damaged than her, more insane, more... disturbing.

Pandora was a spoilt brat. I didn't care what she said to protect herself. My dear beloved defended her aswell, for what? Pandora was nothing to the school. She just had a dead title of a Demon.

She cared for everyone, cared for the people that hurt her feelings, even me. That's why I hate her. Hate that she's so forgiving. So smart, kind. She just... didn't belong in this school. And by coming here, she had sealed her fate.

She ran off down into the basement of the school, where the classes Physics and Chemistry were. The stone stairs I stepped on made a sound as my boot hit it. It somehow sounded... menacing.

"Please, stop! Jakob, stop!"

I smirked, reaching the basement floor. Pandora fell to the floor in the hallway, making a thud as she hit the ground. I gave a hollow chuckle as I spoke. "Examine your place of Death, Pandora. At least be honoured that you'll die in front of the Black Mirror."

Pandora's face turned to the mirror behind her. She desperately pulled the cover off it, as if it was going to save her, revealing an 8 foot long mirror. As the legends said, the mirror didn't cast any reflections. It only showed void, null, pure darkness.

I took the needle from my hands and inserted it into a gun I carried. It made a click sound, releasing smoke as it pushed in. I pointed the gun to Pandora, who was sobbing, looking into the mirror.

"Last words?" I said, starting to laugh. Pandora stared at me, her hand on the mirror behind her. I'll never forget that look. It was satisfying. The most satisfying thing. Her face contorted into a look of agony, bitterness and sorrow.

My laugh turned hysterical as I covered my face with my left hand, my right holding the gun. Pandora let out her last tear before I finally shot her.

I. Shot. Her. I finally did. After all my pain. After all my suffering, I finally killed her. I mean, she might as well be dead! This virus... is inevitable when shot into the subject.

I laughed, my voice echoing through the basement and out upstairs. Her neck, where I shot her, started turning green. Cracks started forming on her neck as blood oozed out. It dripped on the floor, staining the ground crimson.

They say when facing a near-death experience, the victim has a flashback of all their memories and has 5 seconds of pain before the actually feel nothing.

I heard a whisper from her and before I knew it, my view slowly changed from upright, to being on the ground, horizontal.

Pandora turned to look at me, still on the ground sobbing.

Her neck decayed, the bits and pieces falling off. Finally, I took one last glance at her.

She was pale white,
her eyes null,
her mouth gaped open,
smiling.

The sounds of crying, I realised, still emitting from her, though her mouth didn't move, nor did her eyes drip tears. 5 seconds.

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