CRYBABY

XXIV- Runaway

Lisa

I feel like a ghost in a world of paper dolls. I'm the ghost in my own machine. I am a ghost running through time and space, looking, always looking in the blackness for a sacred spark.

And all this world becomes tainted in noises, a distraction from my task to find the one - the one who went alone into the dark.

For should all I am is fire, barely a cinder, it matters not, because I will become a river of gasoline.

Sleepless; to them I was a nightmare, creeping at night, waiting for the right moment to strike and that's just how I am. But, other than that. I'm very unpredictable.

I eyed the weapon with bleak brown eyes, the eyes of a hunter framed in the passionless face of an executioner.

My blunt hands were steady as they lifted the gun and tried a dry shot at an imaginary target. I would nod to myself, and assure my anxiety with the hopeful steady movement my hand was making. I knew I am ready.

I was born ready.

Carefully, I laid the rifle down on the mattress which covered the floor of my firing point— and looked out through the hole in the brickwork to the narrow canyon of the street below.

"L-let me go, please". The man begged. He begged me to stop the pain - to stop the motion of his blood, that was dripping on the ground.

I entranced his scared eyes with a wicked smile. "If I let you go, you will go out there and do the same thing you did before".

My eyes didn't focus on him, it focused on the pipe that I was holding in hand, anger ringing inside my ears making me remember the footage and his grin when he watched them suffer.

"P-please, I promise you. I promise that I won't do this again I-if you let me go-". The man's voice snapped with pain once the pipe hit his knee hard. "Ah! G-god".

I tilted my head, lifting his chin up just so he can meet the furious gaze I held.

"You do the forbidden, and then come and beg the Lord for a saving". I dryly laughed, the steel pipe caressed his knee as he whimpered in pain, "Men these days think that they can be like some sort of goddesses in front of women and demand themselves, but when they taste pain. They beg the lord himself, and who do you think you are?".

Instead of telling me to stop, he grinned. The same expression I saw on his face months ago when he spotted his victims, crawled from underneath his pained face.

"Why are you so interrogated by me having these useless girls?".

"Do you wanna be one of them or something?—".

Bang.

Another strong hit that latched through his bones, made him cry out in pain.

I brought a knife and kneeled down to his knee. The sharp knife welcomed his skin by the intense pain, and moved inside of his knee, inch by inch, bringing a twisted smile to my face. "M-mercy me".

"Can't do so, if you don't know what that is". I muttered and moved the knife back and forth hearing his screams. "I-I will do anything! please let me go".

I was slowly losing my temper, but the voice of Jisoo stopped me. "Lisa?".

I blinked and pulled the knife out of his knee, bringing a needle from the little cabinet next to me, and stung his left arm, making him go numb as I walk out of the room to face my best friend.

"Yes?".

"It's Jennie".

"What's wrong with Jennie?". I asked, trying to mask off the little worry.

"She ran away".