Sort of a spin-off from Salvation. I hated Meg, as I was supposed to, the evil biatch, but when I saw that she had possessed an innocent girl, and that the girl had been aware of everything...can you imagine the horror?

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No, please, not again…I can't watch this again, can't do this again…No…

A blade slashes its way across a soft, yielding flesh, drawing forth a scarlet bloom of hot blood.

How can this be happening? Why are you doing this? Why am I doing this? Won't somebody help me?

Blood gurgles in a stricken throat, a wet cough of breath leaving a dying body. The sound is filled with terror. The eyes are filled with sadness.

I see me in the mirror, smirking and scowling, black-eyed and murderous…who is this?

On a far-gone farm, dusty and ramshackle, she finds them, the ones she has been chasing for so long. A beautiful smile hides homicidal intentions, as she finally corners her prey, the two who have been such an obstacle, such a tedious hunt.

Run! You have to run, don't trust her…me! Please!

She's so thrilled with her victory, her pleasure deep in her stomach like sex, that she doesn't see it. Doesn't see the trap.

Is that fear she feels?

They stand over her bound body, eyes filled with hate, with rage at all the horrors she has committed, all the friends she has slaughtered, the father she has taken from them.

I'm so sorry…it wasn't me, I swear…

A slow chant, and her body begins to twitch.

It is fear she feels.

The gruff one, the hairy one, stops them with a barked word.

He tells them it will kill me, but oh God, I don't care…please, please save me from this monster, this monster with blood-black eyes who looks like me, who wears my face when she kills…I couldn't live with the guilt of what my hands have done…

With a face suddenly grim, the smaller man begins to chant again. Words, strange and foreign, words buzz in her ears, and after long and breathless moments she feels it leave her, feels that monstrous presence slide up from her stomach and burst from her throat, searing and burning like vomit, and then there is stillness. Her body sags against her bonds and her chin falls against her collarbone.

Finally. Finally. She's finally gone, and I'm me, and only me. I don't want to die, God, please, but finally this is ending. I only wish…

Her breaths hitch in her chest as they lay her on the floor, as she tries to tell them, to apologize.

I only wish…