Disclaimer: Don't own them.
A/N: Unlike most of the fics I've been writing lately this will have zero romance. Just action, a good dose of violence and horror. Just as a warning though there is a lesbian character.
Prologue. Catoptrophobia; Fear of Mirrors they reflect our true selves to us
She twisted the diamond-shaped faucets and the pouring water waned. She stood with her head against the porcelain wall of the shower, staring at her toes as water shimmied through her damp red hair and receded into droplets, hitting the floor. She grasped the towel hanging nearby, dabbing her stinging eyes with it before draping it around herself.
A gasp escaped her lips as her wet feet touched cold bath tiles, then she looked to her left and her eyes widened. Her pink skin (fresh from a hot shower) turned white with fear.
A pair of luminous red eyes stared into her own scared eyes. Her reflection looked similar, but also dissimilar. Her hair was long, the ends wiry waves and her body almost anorexically thin, yet she carried her nude form with pride compared to Momoko, who hid her more healthy body behind a towel.
Like a moth drawn to a flame, Momoko approached, holding the piece of cloth around her closely, her free hand outstretched and shaking. The girl reflected held out her own hand, smirking as if she knew the logic behind this phenomenon.
The hands were separated by a thin layer of glass, but Momoko felt the queasy feeling in her stomach increase. She turned her head away, but still watched her doppelganger from the corner of her eye.
The girl rubbed her lip fondly then rolled her hand into a fist and struck the fragile mirror between them. Momoko stumbled backwards and landed on her bum, her towel became disheveled. Shards of glass littered around her and in her, leaving drizzling specks of crimson.
She stared at the malevolent redhead standing before her, then quickly covered herself up.
The other her approached, slowly but dangerously. A hollow laugh reverberated in her throat and glass cracked under her feet. She left bloody footprints but failed to notice, her focus on the frail girl who was hastily backing away.
Momoko froze as her backside hit the toilet and she bit her lip, staring up at the other. She felt as fragile as the mirror that had been shattered.