Okay, so I'm back with more...
Jeez, I get like four reviews telling me to write more humor, and look what I go and do... depressing. -.-''
Inspired by nothing! Seriously, this took all of twenty minutes to write, but I'm still rather pleased... it's another insanity story; in a similar style to 'Monster' but much shorter and more concise...
When I say inspired by nothing, that's probably incorrect. xD This was inspired by Vincent's small 'breakdown' in chapter 54- I figure that he's always haunted by the sins that he committed in the past... and then I wanted to write about Alyss screwing with people's minds... xD But I didn't want to go AU on you... so... enjoy your horror story!
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"Are you afraid?"
Her voice fell like softly tinkling wind chimes on his poor ears, hiding her deadly nature. He looked up and she was so beautiful, just a child, and she was a monster, and her smile was filled with elation- elation at his pain.
Oh god, he was afraid.
He curled up into a ball, pride forgotten, and nodded his head too quickly, too jerkily, he was going to be sick…
"It's nothing to be afraid of you know," she said softly, and bent down over him, her eyes searching, maddening, empty- "Dying. It doesn't hurt."
He breathed quickly and clamped his head between his knees- not ready to die- he still had so much left to do and he wasn't a killer- WASN'T A KILLER, NOT A KILLER, NO- he was innocent and- he deserved to die.
Her lips curled into a knowing smile and the beautiful violet eyes he hated so much burned with all the happiness that he hated too- "I know how it feels. Dying. Feeling the life ebb out of you with every heartbeat-"
She dug her nails into his scalp and pulled, her eyes still heart-wrenchingly beautiful, -oh, he remembered. He hated those eyes too. Too perfect.
He choked back a sob.
"Forgive me."
"But why should I?" she said softly, her purple eyes dilating. Her hair was stained red with blood- not his blood- her blood, her blood flowing from the stab wound in her chest, the wound he had put there-
He sobbed wildly and rocked back and forth.
"You killed me," she said, softly at first, and tightened her fingers in his long hair. Her voice grew harsher. "You killed me! YOU KILLED ME! YOU KILLED CHESSHIRE! YOU KILLED THEM ALL!"
His mismatched eyes squeezed shut and he clutched himself tighter in the wind.
"WHY? WHAT DID WE EVER DO TO YOU? WHY?"
"Why?" the dolls echoed, heads spinning, as they exploded into showers of blood while their mistress danced.
"YOU KILLED US!" she shrieked.
"I'm sorry!" he heard himself scream, and he knelt with his forehead on the floor. "I'm sorry!"
Liar- he's not sorry, just trying to save his own skin, because Alice would have had him dead if she could, would have tormented him until he did it himself, would have hurt Gil, would have killed them all, she would have made his life unbearable, and no, he's never regretted it-
"YOU KILLED ALICE!"
But he's always been afraid.
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So! How's that? Do you guys get what I mean about never regretting it, but always being scared?
I don't really have much more to say...
So! REVIEW!