Darkness surrounded her.
Since childhood, she'd shielded herself from it.
From the darkness around her.
From the darkness within her.
The darkness was waiting. Waiting for the day that she would let the guards around her heart down. Waiting to consume every part of her. It wanted to destroy her. To tear apart the perfect façade she had worked so hard to build.
Betty stood before the darkness, the hooded killer. She was ready to destroy him. Kill the one responsible for her greatest pain.
She raised her gun, aiming it directly at the killer's heart as she pulled the trigger. The world around her was silent, waiting in suspense.
As the killer collapsed, Betty dropped the weapon, slowly inching forward to reveal the killer. She removed the killer's mask, dropping it hastily, a sob leaving her throat.
Her own lifeless eyes stared back at her.
Betty woke with a gasp, consumed by the wickedness. She had succumbed to the darkness within her, but for the first time she felt no desire to rid herself of it.
Dark Betty was back.