30 Themes Challenge. I'm doing this challenge to the tune of EileenxWalter. Reviews would be adored.
Theme #1. A Bloody Knife. (Due to this theme... yes. There is blood ahead.)
As cold steel pressed against Eileen Galvin's neck, she felt her body shake with pure terror. Looking back at her were the cold-blooded eyes of a killer. She'd seen kindness in his eyes when she'd invited him in… yet now they bore nothing but a cold indifference. Her body didn't dare to move an inch as he smiled down at her, pressing the bloody knife a little more insistently against her throat. "Miss. Galvin." Despite the situation, Eileen found herself admiring her assailant's voice. It was smooth and confident, soft yet masculine.
As he sliced into her neck, all thoughts of him were replaced with thoughts of her life. There were so many things she hadn't gotten to do. She was only 23. She hadn't married, hadn't even lost her virginity. She'd never been with a man, never received the career she desired. Her thoughts came to a screeching halt as the blond haired man pressed her against the wall of her apartment. "Please! Stop!" It was hard to scream, seeing as he'd sliced into her throat. He only chuckled at her struggle and then placed his hand tightly around her bleeding neck.
The killer tossed his knife to her floor and raised his fist above her head. Eileen closed her eyes tightly in fear, expecting the first blow to hit her and crush her temple. When nothing happened, she gasped weakly and opened her eyes. When she looked back into the eyes of the man, he had frozen in his pose. Fear and desperation were reflected in his hazel eyes. "Eileen?" His voice held no more animosity, only confusion. The young woman stayed quiet until she was sure he was 'better'. As she opened her mouth to speak, her response was cut short by his hands over her mouth. "Please… don't scream. I'll stop."
Tears gathered in the man's eyes as he released her mouth, yet kept his body pressed against her. Fear had crippled Eileen and prevented her from moving. With a shaky sigh, Walter leaned his head against the wall next to his victim's neck. One of his hands was pressed to the wall on the other side of her body. A shaky hand of Walter's rose to the bleeding scar on Eileen's throat, and pressed gently against it to stop the bleeding. "…I'm sorry." Pity was the first feeling in Eileen Galvin's heart. She could hear his apology was honest… but she had no idea what had caused this drastic change of emotion. Exhausted with adrenaline, the brunette let her forehead rest against the taller man's shoulder.
She felt tears on her exposed shoulder and felt the Conjurer step away from her. He bent to the floor and retrieved his knife. Not knowing when he'd revert to his killing self next, Eileen slowly side-stepped towards her apartment door. Perhaps she could escape with her life… if she was careful. Yet the killer noticed her movements and reached for her wrist, capturing her and pulling her back. Apparently, Walter's sane self was short-lived: For now in his eyes was that murderous intent. "Mother keeps telling me I should kill you." A powerful punch to her left arm made her cry out. "Just how exactly can I ignore an order?" A crazed smile touched the man's lips. The next thing she knew, Walter threw her against the hardwood flooring.
Insane laughter left his lips as he looked down at her. Mercy was far from her grasp. She braced herself for the blows to follow as Walter began his assault. Punch after punch, laughter followed each blow. Eileen was beyond tears, willing herself to sleep and forget all that was occurring. Just when she was going to give up, she saw a little boy standing no more than 10 feet from herself and Walter. He had tears in his eyes, one small fist in his mouth as he watched the abuse. Eileen willed herself to stay awake to gaze back at the little boy. "Mommy…" The little boy whimpered, reaching his free hand out towards Eileen. Walter seemed to not notice the little kid and focused a strong kick to the woman's ankle.
This little boy was looking for his mommy? Eileen smiled at the child through her tears and pain. "You… want… your Mommy?" Speech was getting harder and harder to muster with each strike, yet she managed to ignore the abuse to comfort the little boy. The poor child nodded, looking briefly at Walter hitting her. The boy flinched and fell to his butt on her floor, scooting back against the wall behind him. A painful gasp tore from the Mother Reborn's throat as Walter's fist connected with her abdomen. As soon as the painful blows ended, she turned back to the man in the coat. He was looking down at her, fear and pity in his eyes again as tears fell from them With that, he whispered something unintelligible and escaped out of her bedroom window.
It was another few minutes until Eileen heard her front door open again. She ignored it and looked on at the little boy who was now standing right in front of her bloody and beaten form. The pain was crippling, but she managed a smile up at the little boy. "Little boy… did you find your Mommy?" She asked weakly, not noticing Henry Townshend now standing in her apartment, watching her and the little boy. The boy said nothing, simply looked down at her. Tears were now absent from his hazel eyes. She heard the boy's voice in her head saying: "Walter said he was sorry. He doesn't mean to hurt you." Eileen's eyes widened at the voice in her head and she looked at the child with a look of clarity.
The man in the jacket… his name is Walter then. As she looked on into the little boy's eyes she realized she'd looked into those eyes just moments ago. This was… Walter Sullivan. As a child? He didn't want to hurt her? Before she could open her mouth to say anything, Eileen Galvin's body gave way to the onslaught of pain as darkness overtook her vision. Henry Townshend stepped in further, looking down on Eileen, mumbling her name. He then noticed the little boy and made a move to step towards him. When the little boy said nothing, Henry glanced questioningly at him. "Hey, you. What are you doing here?" Henry never received an answer as the little boy disappeared before his sight. And just as Eileen had before him, Henry felt the darkness captivate him as well.
(Next Theme: In An Elevator. Expect Mature Content. ;)