Abyssus Abyssum Invocat
By Hori Midorikawa / Mewx50
Rating: PG13, for implied necrophilia, and murder!
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This takes place at the In Water ending of the game.
Dead.
Dead, dead, Mary was dead. No more life. No breathing. No.
Dead.
But she was still here, still here, still here, her body was still warm, so warm. Was it that warm all those years ago, no, it was cold as ice. But now she was warm. Warm and waiting.
James shook his head.
Forget those thoughts; evil thought, evil thought, thought that only hurt and corrupt.
But why was Mary here? For the week the body had been in his trunk; it had started to smell, but he ignored it.
He ignored it.
He ignored it.
He looked at Mary, and thought. Thought of disposing it. Thought of taking it.
Thought of being in the lake forever with it.
He lifted the corpse like a disgusting marionette, its head flopped backwards and arms limply fell at its side. It was dead. It was dead. It was alive.
Town was not black. Town was foggy, monster everywhere, but not attacking. Monster cowered and bowed at James. James was god.
He looked forward, skipping, skipping, skipping. The young blonde girl was skipping. And humming some intelligible song. He approached. He ran. He cornered.
The girl was ignoring the monsters, the demons, the townsfolk. She wasn't scared, not scared for now. Dead body seemed to scare young girl though. Smell too strong for her. James place body on ground, on soil, on concrete. He drew gun, it looked shiny and James had liked it, reflecting blood when used. He used it now; he used it on the little girl. Girl was dead, but alive also, but more dead. Lots of blood from one person, James though, it amazed him. But she was not the first or the second, not even the last.
Everyone had to die.
Then Mary would be happy.
The car was open.
He put it on the back seat, so she'd have more room. More room to drown. He got in front and didn't bother even shutting door as he broke wall. Car flew down hill, screen smashed and glass cutting James, making him bleed, wound, nearly faint. Lake was close; he could see water, water, ocean, sea, bath, sink, abyss. Car went in water, car got heavy and water got in. James lost air slowly. James was dead, but alive, but still never going to die…
Because 'Hell calls hell'.