Post by Becca on Jan 4, 2010 16:34:51 GMT -5
It was a quick kill, short and bitter-sweet, that was the least I could give her. The already darkening crimson stained and cracked like paint as I flexed my fingers around the blade, its edge was still sharp and sliced my hand from the simple movements, her reflection distorted in the silver edge. I was always told the dead had peaceful expressions, some stupid lie to keep whatever was left of our quickly deteriorating childhood innocence together by our legal guardians whom thought we’d never find out any different. A permanent mix of shock and joy was plastered across her face; she hadn’t the time to show fear. She hadn’t been the type to be scared anyway, more likely she’d drop kick me where it hurts. I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of her, wow... I was a monster. Nothing but a monster, involuntarily I bit my lip in a moment of raw emotion and picked her back up, her weight barely recognised by my limps now numb in a mix of shock and the bitter cold that cocooned us both.
I took the time to study her face; it was still beautiful behind the gore –if somewhat more tragic- . A glaze was forming across warm hazel eyes still too determined to submit to fate and be forever hidden behind paled lids. The cut through the windpipe was still oozing slightly still but had yet to stain her face much to my pleasure. It made it seem less real; I’d rather have it that way. This was what I wanted... yet I felt dumb, my heart ached with every beat and guilt was building in my abdominal area. Nothing did turn out the way I wanted, I was far too selfish and this was my self inflicted karma. Well there was one thing I had to do at least, my mouth brushed against hers as if to distil life back into my Amelia’s body vainly. This was when the first sob escaped my mouth; I held her closer and felt my legs give out. The blood pooled on the floor was soaking into my clothing but I didn’t really care at this point, my moment of madness had messed this up for all of us. I knew he’d be here soon and he’d be pretty pissed at me, but I loved this girl and I wanted my time to just last a bit longer. My chest was heaving and I knew my voice was cracking but I didn’t need to talk at the moment. I buried my face into her hair and I felt my grief explode once again into the air, but this time footsteps acknowledged its presence with increasing urgency.
“What the? Amelia! Atimus!” Avi’s voice rang out from the door entrance, I didn’t look over. “Oh my god, what’s happened here?” I assumed he was scanning the room for the killer, it didn’t take him long to realise “You’re a monster!” anger made his very voice shudder as he sounded much closer. I looked up to find him wielding a dagger of some sort, its serrated edge making my stomach pit in fear and making me jump to my feet quickly. Amelia’s body fell to the floor with a dulled thunk
“Why would you do such a thing!” he was near growling at me now, furry ears flattened against his head curling a lip in my direction
“She’s away from this shit infested world now!” a smile was forced onto my face, I knew I looked insane, blood covered and grinning, but I guess I was
“You’re an idiot, you always were. But at least you’ll never see her again” his eyes flashed as he brought down the dagger, it dug deep into my left eye causing more pain than I had ever felt before, my screams pierced the air and he dug again “I’ll make you suffer!” malice and hatred laced his voice, I knew I deserved this but I felt the need to fight back. My hands grasped my own blade and swung towards his arm catching it slightly, he looked at me in distain as I once again flailed with the knife. He jumped back taking the dagger lodged in my socket with him.
“If you kill me, I’ll be with her in death!” maniacal laughter that didn’t seem my own came from my mouth, I was trying to block out the pain
“You aren’t good enough to be with her, you’ll rot in hell. You’ll be eternally alone” his reply was sharp. That was when my mind fell apart at the seams.
I took the time to study her face; it was still beautiful behind the gore –if somewhat more tragic- . A glaze was forming across warm hazel eyes still too determined to submit to fate and be forever hidden behind paled lids. The cut through the windpipe was still oozing slightly still but had yet to stain her face much to my pleasure. It made it seem less real; I’d rather have it that way. This was what I wanted... yet I felt dumb, my heart ached with every beat and guilt was building in my abdominal area. Nothing did turn out the way I wanted, I was far too selfish and this was my self inflicted karma. Well there was one thing I had to do at least, my mouth brushed against hers as if to distil life back into my Amelia’s body vainly. This was when the first sob escaped my mouth; I held her closer and felt my legs give out. The blood pooled on the floor was soaking into my clothing but I didn’t really care at this point, my moment of madness had messed this up for all of us. I knew he’d be here soon and he’d be pretty pissed at me, but I loved this girl and I wanted my time to just last a bit longer. My chest was heaving and I knew my voice was cracking but I didn’t need to talk at the moment. I buried my face into her hair and I felt my grief explode once again into the air, but this time footsteps acknowledged its presence with increasing urgency.
“What the? Amelia! Atimus!” Avi’s voice rang out from the door entrance, I didn’t look over. “Oh my god, what’s happened here?” I assumed he was scanning the room for the killer, it didn’t take him long to realise “You’re a monster!” anger made his very voice shudder as he sounded much closer. I looked up to find him wielding a dagger of some sort, its serrated edge making my stomach pit in fear and making me jump to my feet quickly. Amelia’s body fell to the floor with a dulled thunk
“Why would you do such a thing!” he was near growling at me now, furry ears flattened against his head curling a lip in my direction
“She’s away from this shit infested world now!” a smile was forced onto my face, I knew I looked insane, blood covered and grinning, but I guess I was
“You’re an idiot, you always were. But at least you’ll never see her again” his eyes flashed as he brought down the dagger, it dug deep into my left eye causing more pain than I had ever felt before, my screams pierced the air and he dug again “I’ll make you suffer!” malice and hatred laced his voice, I knew I deserved this but I felt the need to fight back. My hands grasped my own blade and swung towards his arm catching it slightly, he looked at me in distain as I once again flailed with the knife. He jumped back taking the dagger lodged in my socket with him.
“If you kill me, I’ll be with her in death!” maniacal laughter that didn’t seem my own came from my mouth, I was trying to block out the pain
“You aren’t good enough to be with her, you’ll rot in hell. You’ll be eternally alone” his reply was sharp. That was when my mind fell apart at the seams.
