Last Request
by Jessica DragonTamer
A rather modest house, called the crazy girl's house by some, seemed to be the purpose of the hawk's visit.
The crazy girl was at once a story, an urban legend, and the girl that lived in that house. She walked around, wearing the latest fashions, always with the addition of a knife on her hip, and was said to be very nice untill she saw an animal. She claimed animals were after her, and several tortured animals had been found around her house. No one could prove she did it, but everyone knew it was her.
If any one had been around, they would have seen a rather odd site: a red tailed hawk, swooping into the crazy girl's room.
No one was around, and so no one overheard the next events.
"Tobias, I think I'm losing it."
Tobias stroked her hair as they hugged. "Rachel, you'll be okay."
She drew back, and spoke in a cold voice. "Don't patronize me, Tobias. You know I won't be."
He drew her back in to the hug, and she didn't object. "I love you," he whispered, sure she couldn't hear him.
The red-tail entered her room through the broken window.
Rachel, I thought-
The girl that had been lying on the bed when he entered was now standing up. Her long blonde hair tumbled down her back, and in her hand she held a piece of string, with a shard of glass tied to the end, as some would hold a whip.
"Get out! Out, bird!"
Rachel.....
She cracked her makeshift whip. "I don't like talking birds." She cracked her whip again, and the hawk moved back, blood trickling down his side.
"Promise me."
"Rachel...."
She looked at him, and he knew she'd ask again.
The hawk approached the blonde girl. Rachel, why don't you put down the whip?
A laugh filled the tiny bedroom, echoing off the walls and drifting out the window. "Oh, no, birdie. I'm not crazy!"
She brought her whip around another time, and Tobias flinched as the glass sliced through his feathers, into flesh.
Yes you are, Rachel. He whispered. Yes you are.
He closed his ears to the terrible laughter, and flew towards the girl.
"Tobias, if I ever get out of control - crazy, will you end it for me?"
"Rachel,-"
"No, Tobias. Promise me."
"Later."
Her blue eyes darkened, and she gripped his hands urgently. "No. Promise me, Tobias."
"I promise." And I promise you'll never need it, he added to himself.
The hawk flew away from the house, blood staining his talons and beak.
He would never morph again, he told himself. He would keep these bloodstains forever.
"I promise."
Rachel lay on the floor, her face as still as the stone that would soon guard her grave. Underneath her perfect face lay her throat. It was adorned only by a thick circle of blood, looking for all the world like one of the necklaces she had once loved to wear.
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