-Norman Cousins
So what are you gonna do now huh? "I don't know…" We've always said how much easier it would be if she just wasn't around anymore. How many times do we have to remind you? "No shut up, whether we like it or not I don't think she is going anywhere. Just be quiet please." Every night that passed the voices that controlled Gears' mind got louder. It was getting to the point of unbearing agony. Oh come on...how bad can it be if she wasn't around anymore? Gears had about enough and slammed his head into the wall leaving a well gaped hole. This was starting to become a habit, these holes in the wall. Every morning the janitor would notice them and have to patch them up. He never really questioned why or how they got there he just did his job. Are we bothering you? "Ok can you just shut the fuck up please?" Gears would give a knock to his cranium every now and then just wishing these voices would leave, but nothing he did would even begin to convince them to leave him alone. Gears just gave up and sat in the hallway looking up at one of the cameras in the corner of the desolate hall. "Violet...where have you been?"
Bent magazine page corners rustled as Violet set down said magazine. The staticky voice from the video screen pulled her vision from a rather dull article on possible video game updates. She liked them, but there was so many things in them that she didn't understand, she wasn't totally sure why she read them at all. Gears stared up at her sadly. His words replayed in her head. Violet...where have you been? Violet sighed and pushed the monitor so it faced the wall. "I've been here the whole time, Tim," Violet muttered. "The question is...where have you been? You left while a worse version of you took away what I wanted…"
Can you stop looking at that damn camera? You already ruined your relationship with her. What are you even trying to do? Gears growled and stood up looking rather annoyed with himself. "I'm trying to fix the mistake you caused..." Don't you mean to mistake you caused? We didn't do a damn fucking thing. Well they were right...everything Gears did it reflected on him. Those voices are only a figment of his imagination, nobody else knows they're there. Gears just rolled his eyes and continued his stroll down the hallway constantly muttering to himself. "You should've stayed dead…"
"Wow, Nintendo is coming out with ANOTHER Zelda game? That's so amazing!" Sarcasm hadn't left Violet, even in her disconnected zombie state. Throwing the magazine across the room, she frowned when she heard more static from the screens. Violet put on a pair of headphones and plugged them in. It was the only way she could ever hear the feed clearly. Gears...he was muttering to himself. And he'd left another hole in the wall. It seemed to Violet like he was doing this a lot...should she talk to him? "No. You know it isn't going to help you at all, Violet. You're aware of this." Ah, now Violet was talking to herself. At least she could see the other her at least. The headphones came off her head so she could hear what was happening in her room. Twirling around in the office chair, the purple headed female witnessed an ashen skinned, black-to-red haired, red eyed girl who gave a fanged grin at Violet. Ugh, Lilith. Stupid-ass inner demon thing.
"You're so hung up on who he could've been. You know he's gone, Violet. There's nothing you can do at this point." Lilith cackled and stood up, taking a drag from a cigarette held between two fingers. She blew the smoke in Violet's face, causing her to cough, as she picked up the abandoned magazine. "It's a real shame honestly. He probably would've been a nice guy had he not been killed and turned into a schizophrenic spirit-possessed lizard."
"Shut up, you fucker. Like you're any better." Violet groaned, letting her head hang down. She hated Lilith, even though she technically WAS Violet.
How about we go visit her huh? If you want to fix this damn problem so bad go see her. "Don't tell me what to fucking do." It's not like that's what we've been doing for the past 15 years. No matter how much Gears tried to prove the voices wrong they always came back at him with the truth. He listened to them and started to head towards the security office and have a chat with Violet. "You need to say something to try and fix this nightmare." The nightmare you caused...remember? A low hiss came from Gears, "God just shut up and leave me be." You know it isn't that easy.
"Look, lover girl. Your dead night in green armor is coming." Lilith giggled, poking at the monitor and taking another drag. Violet twirled around, slowly falling down in her seat.
"Ugh, shut up already. I'm not a lover girl and he hates me. Our…" She sought out the right words. "WHATEVER we had, friendship, siblingship, hell I don't know, is gone. I don't even know why you're here shouldn't you be off smoking weed or-" Violet fell out of her seat and shot up with a VERY delayed response. "Wait-he's coming? Shit…" Violet awkwardly got up to shut both doors.
Gears approached the door only to find it sealed down shut. "Are you fucking serious?" Gears was already annoyed with the voices in his head but now he was being shut out. "Violet why the fuck is the door closed? You never have it closed!"
"Aww poor lover boy. Lover girl's shut him out!"
"Lilith shut the FUCK up! Gosh why don't you go take a hike some place else?" Violet seethed. Gears was right. The doors were usually open, especially since none of the animatronics ever came down. They seemed to know that she had enough trouble with the one lizard and they were kind enough to leave her deal with that alone.
"And miss out on this romantic fiasco? Nah, I'm good." Lilith giggled and finished the cigarette, smothering it on the office counter.
"Asshole! Tim and I aren't in a romantic relationship. A: he's dead, B: we don't even have a friendship, C:-"
"C: you should open up this goddamn door! Who the hell are you even talking to? I don't hear anyone else." Gears was starting to get frustrated now as he pounded the door. "Open the damn door!"
Violet froze. She'd completely forgotten he was out there. Shit. "Why do you want in?" She yelled back, looking down to retie her shirt around her waist. Her hat was on the couch where Lilith had been. Thankfully the bitch was gone with her "humor" but now she had to deal with that fact that Gears thought she was crazy-er-crazier. Wearing the hat, which helped hide her eyes, made her feel more secure.
Gears' eyes were red now but he hadn't even noticed. "I want to fucking talk to you damnit. But you got this damn door closed. Why the fuck is it closed? Just open it!" His voice had a hiss behind every word he said. He wasn't at his happiest currently.
Violet hesitated. He was PISSED. "You're angry. Who says you won't hurt me Tim? Like you seem to enjoy doing?" There was no particular feeling behind these words. They were more like words from a script. Something she had to say but didn't feel inside. "You say you want to talk, but what about? Why? I don't know if it's safe to let you in."
"Safety? Since when have you ever cared about your fucking safety? Last I remembered you were a depressed little bitch who couldn't get over her emotions of someone that won't come back!" That's right, you tell her the truth. This time it is on you. "You know they were right, You might as well be dead, everything would be better here without you in the fucking picture!"
"Who haunted my "depressed little bitch" ass for 15 fucking years, dick? Last I checked you're the reason I can't let go! You continue to make sure I won't! And let me tell you: I am getting so sick and tired of this shit, Tim. I really am. I don't care who the hell the "they" you're talking about are but you and them are all a bag of dicks. Kiss my ass because anything you can say, I'll use it against your sorry ass." Violet, again, spoke with no real feeling. It was scripted, in her mind at least. She knew where this was going to go. Violet knew what the consequences would be. And since he didn't know, she'd have the upperhand till the very end. For now, he didn't need to know that though.
"Just fuck off!" Gears gave the door a final pound before walking off down the hallway. Wow that went better than expected, maybe we should go back? "You can fuck off too." Gears stopped for a second pounding his head into the wall until he made a deep enough hole where his head could fit inside. He did look back at the office and then towards a camera before a huge wave of realization hit him. He fell to his knees and leaned over them facing the floor. The glowing of his eyes had changed to a deep blue and they reflected off of the ground. "You can't stop can you?…" This is what we have created! Whatever you try to fix we ruin! You weren't talking back there...we were you idiot!
Violet leaned back against the door. Her hat had fallen completely over her eyes and she just sat there. No feeling, yet again.
"Aw, lover girl's been left by lover boy. So much for talking, huh?" Lilith twirled her hair, adjusting her too-short leather skirt over her leggings. "He is an asshole, isn't he? Don't know why you wanna be friends with a guy like him."
"You don't understand anything, Lilith…" Violet growled quietly. "Nothing…"
Nothing can save you anymore Tim. You've dug a hole so deep there's no way you're fixing anything between you and her. Gears sat up on his knees in the hallway. He got up and made his way towards the wall where he sat back against it. He thought to himself, "What am I gonna do? Can I do anything? No matter what I try they always fuck everything up." What did we ever do to you? Everything reflects off of what YOU do Tim. We may be behind the scenes, but you're the real movie here. They were right. Time and time again they were right. Everything is Gears' fault. He was the star of the show. Needless to say, Violet nor Gears had an easy night, or life.
Six am finally rolled around. Bell's donged, confettiknoll (from who knows where), it ended like every other night. Grabbing a satchel she'd begun to bring to work, Violet groggily yet confidently walked out. Strange how someone could walk in such a way that makes them seem confident and happy when in truth they're beyond broken inside. Coffee. I need coffee. When was the last time she'd even had the bitter drink? God Himself only knew. While most of the population prefered Starbucks, what with their lattes and mocha frappuccinos, Violet enjoyed the small local coffee shop named El Cafe Libro. The Spanish name translated to "The Brown Book" and it fit considering the color scheme revolved around brown hues and a multitude of books.
George, the young employee working the cashier register, greeted Violet with a grin. Out of all the people Violet was forced to interact with on an, almost, daily basis, George was one she could bear and even laugh with. Granted he was much younger than Violet, a mere eighteen years. Ok, so maybe he wasn't actually that much younger it was only two years but at this point, Violet felt like she was forty-five, not twenty. Either way, the Hispanic man grinned at Violet, giving a friendly wave which he received back from the purple haired woman.
"Hey Vi." His nickname for her was one of not many. "The usual?"
"Yes please, Jorge." Spanish for George. At least her Spanish years in high school weren't going to complete waste. The young Caucasian girl in the back, Kenzie, was sixteen. She was even newer than George and her job was to make the actual coffee. Violet could see the black bitter coffee she awaited being made by the young teen. Strangely, she looked quite a bit like herself but younger and with chocolate brown hair. And George looked quite a bit like Tim, crazy black hair and all…
The world worked in weird ways.
"Thanks guys!" The tired woman called out as she took a sip. Kenzie waved and George called out goodbye before taking on the next customer.
Violet fell asleep on her couch as soon as she walked through the door to her house.
An IPhone 6's alarm for eleven thirty came way too soon, the song "Trees" by Twenty One Pilots playing rather loudly. Groans and grumbles came from the couch and a hard thump followed. Violet wanted to lay on the ground forever. But, the shift wouldn't work itself and she was actually a tad afraid of what would happen if it was left uncovered for one night. Grabbing her tanktop and overshirt, Violet put them back on, covering her skin which had been covered by a massive fluffy blanket. Those always helped Violet sleep.
When Violet got to the restaurant, she was still rubbing said sleep from her eyes. A yawn followed her here and there as her vision, which was a tad blurry in some spots, failed to clear up. All of this put together led to Violet mostly stumbling through the darkened hallways, hitting her hip once on the edge which sent her dramatically down to the ground in pain. Finally, the office door appeared and she shielded her eyes against the brightness.
"Oh. My-" What the- Well, the night began more eventful than Violet had planned. Her vision cleared up quicker than fog in winter for a certain man was standing in the room. One who she used to love, one who'd abandoned her. Who'd kept her from suicide, who left her. And now…
Violet didn't know how she felt towards the asshole that was Vincent who'd left her stranded what felt like way more than three years ago. With all this going her head, only one thing could be verbalized…
"You ASSHOLE!" Vincent didn't react as Violet expected but her filter was off and a rant was rising in her throat. She verbally ranted too much at people but that was just Violet. "Why in the living hell are you here? You left me three years ago looking like a crazed murderer! And you're suddenly back? I had NOTHING. No friends, no family, no calls, no texts, no way to know you were ok much less breathing!" He stood there, his now cloudy almost whitish-blue eyes staring at her in no emotion. Tears fell down the extremely emotional girl's face. "You have no idea what you made me go through you jerk! You ass you-you douche you-" Violet was shaking. "I have had so much taken from me just to have bad stuff thrown back in my face. You were a light and you left me. I didn't need something like that on my seventeen year old heart! Are you for real? Why are you even here?"
Vincent did nothing to react to all Violet had to say but put his shady finger on the lips of the poor girl. "Shush, All this ranting will drive you crazy."
"Don't touch me, you asshole!" She smacked his hand away angrily.
"Oh Vi, don't you miss your boyfriend at all?" Vincent had a lot of nerve to even speak to Violet, especially in this tone. All while having the most cynical smile on his face.
"Oh yes, I do baby I do." Violet said all sweetly. "C'mere please." She pulled his face to her slowly as though to kiss him.
She took her chance and kneed Vince where it hurt most, smacking his face after that. Her voice dripped in darkness. "Vincent….you stopped being my boyfriend the day you left me…"
Vincent dropped to his knees holding tight to his family jewels. "Yup...M-missed you too.." Letting out a loud groan that echoed throughout the halls. "Was that really necessary?"
"Yes, it was. And I'd do it again if I wasn't feeling so nice right now." Violet huffed, annoyed. "You realize you made such a dick move you deserved ten times that?"
Vincent finally caught his breath and stood up again. "Violet. It was for your own safety. You wouldn't understand what's happened over the years. I barely wrung up the nerve to even come here again."
Violet shook her head, crossing her arms. "Own safety, yeah right. I wish your nerve had died out years ago." Violet let her head hang down as she pushed passed him to get her normal tablet and do what she came here for: her job. "You wouldn't understand a single thing about me now. I've changed, Vince. I'm beyond help now...thanks to you."
Vincent followed Violet, rubbing his eyes in the process, "No Violet, did you think I wanted to leave? I felt I wasn't even under my own will! Can't you find somewhere in your heart to forgive me? I mean...I helped you before remember? Who says I can't do it again. I'm back now, no more bullshit."
"How can I trust you? Heck I didn't even recognize you before you ran into the trees. Your eyes...they were that of a psychopath's. And you were holding a knife. MY knife, for that matter." Violet yelled. Silence was deafening between her words. "How do I know I can trust you? How?"
"I know, I know it all sounds bad it really does..but Violet, it's been nearly three years. A lot happened and during the whole time I felt I was going to lose myself. I needed you. The thought of you kept me from doing anything more drastic." Vincent tried to get closer to Violet, "It was all a mess which I wished never happened."
Violet turned away ever so slightly, closing herself off from hands she used to welcome around. "Yeah well...ever since you left, trying to," Violet made air quotations as she spoke, "'find yourself', I managed…." She sighed, visible darkness and lack of hope consuming her as she looked away, continuing to close herself off from him. "I managed to lose myself as you supposedly found yourself…"
"Violet, I never truly found myself. I needed you to do that, I realized way late and that's why I'm here. Please, I can help as I always did." Vincent wanted to lay his hand on the shoulder of the poor girl but stopped himself mid action.
"Sorry Vincent." Violet stood up straight and looked at him with green eyes...tinged with red on the outside and around her pupil. "The Violet you once knew, once loved, is gone. All that's left is the remainder of a teenage girl who's finally lost all hope." A noise down the hall let her glance away. "If you excuse me, I must go now deal with the other jerk who took that hope from me…" Violet paused midway through the doorway. "Goodbye Vincent."
"At least let this new Violet give me a chance..." His voice drowned low and dim before he set himself on the chair in the office, looking at the monitors that surveyed the entire restaurant.
Meanwhile somewhere else from all the commotion of Violet and Vince, Gears was being a nuisance. He was in the main party room where the stage was and he was clapping his hands as he sat in a chair in the front row. "Bravo! Lovely fucking show!" He got up and threw the chair he was sitting in off to the side. Gears walked up to the stage and slammed his hands down on it. "I DID not appreciate your show!" Funny enough, there wasn't even anybody or anything on the stage. Gears was shouting at nothing.
Violet, who felt Lilith rising angrily inside her, walked down the hall. Eerily enough, her stance was that of someone who was successful in life, and happy. Confident, even. In truth, this was a coping method when Violet didn't know what to do. The one thing Lilith was actually good for. Sadly, even Lilith would've been baffled at the sight of the green lizard yelling at an empty wooden platform. Staring at him unimpressed, Violet watched him get on the stage and go to different spots, nodding his head angrily and sarcastically before yelling again about how "terrible the fucking show" had turned out to be. Gosh, can I not have one peaceful night? "Hey idiot! What are you doing?" Who cared if the lizard saw Violet in his state of rage? Maybe he'd kill her finally and save her from having to deal with Vincent. Wouldn't that be a blessing.
Gears quickly shot his head in the direction of Violet and just smiled before exclaiming, "Violet! Just the person I wanted to see!" He clapped his hands once and looked down at the ground laughing before looking back at her. "I need help fixing this god awful show going on! The kids will not be satisfied!"
Violet shook her head before climbing the stage, making sure her top shirt, tied at her waist as always, didn't catch on anything. "Yeah well, hate to burst your psychotic bubble buddy, but no one's even here."
"What ever do you mean?" Gears turned around to look at the so called "band." "Everyone is here!"
"Yeah, no they aren't. They're in your head, pal." Violet gave an "I don't know what to tell you" look accompanied by a shrug of the same type. "Finally lost all your GEARS in that head, haven't you Timmy boy?"
Gears lost all interest in his "band" and looked over at Violet. "What did you call me?" He changed his body stance to face her and started to step closer to her. "What did you just fucking call me?"
"Did you go deaf since we last spoke?" Violet wondered aloud. Jeez, Lilith was definitely taking over and she was being a real bitch. As always. "I guess I gotta fix that later. I called you Timmy boy. I'm sorry do you not like that new nickname?" Violet sighed and shook her head, getting off the stage. "I-I'm sorry...I'm just not up for this shit right now…" A common groan escaped her.
No no no she can't just do that. Fucking stop her. Gears jumped off the stage, his eyes blistering red, "Hey fuckface, you started this now come fucking back! You don't decide when and when not to fuck with me!" Ahhh but you can huh? Been doing it for 15 years buddy.
Violet sat in a chair and laid her head down on the table, her arms lying straight in front of her. "I just did. And I just apologized because I'm extra stressed now. I came to work to find an unexpected surprise, ok? Get off my back, Jack."
"Does it look like I give a fucking shit? Who do you think you are to just pull moves like that?" Gears was obviously furious at Violet. With every word he expressed his words through expressions with his hands, stepping closer to the security guard. "What could possibly be leaving you so stressed huh? I figured fifteen years of pure agony would've gotten rid of all stress."
"First of all," Violet used her hands to physically pick her head up and look at him in an "I don't give a damn either" attitude. "You don't understand stress because that crap was beyond stressful. In fact, you became the epitome of stress in my life. Second," Violet held up two fingers to prove to him that she had a second point. She was acting like an annoyed adult who was actually six. "You've never been in a relationship so you wouldn't flippin understand anyway."
Gears slammed his hands on the table where Violet was sitting to add to any discomfort she may already have. "Relationship? Why the fuck would that point come up?"
"I told you: it is the source of my main stress tonight, dork." She poked his nose. Six year old was taking over. "You know, boyfriend girlfriend kissy kissy, that stuff. You don't get it so it's cool. You don't have to worry about it I'll be back to my non-emotional state tomorrow." Violet gave an eerie cackle, followed by a voice crack and a coughing fit which soon ended.
Gears immediately gripped Violet's throat, tossing the table over and away from them. "What the fuck are you talki-" It clicked in his head, as he loosened his grip and had a deadlock sight down the hallway to the security office. "He's here isn't he?"
Violet sighed and cackled slightly. "Why the hell would you give a damn whether Vincent's here or not, you ass? Also," Violet coughed again. "Your grip is rather tight, sir. You're being a mean dork right now and I don't think your mom would like that. She's a nice mommy I like her but she wouldn't approve of this I know that much." Another slightly demented cackle. "Too bad she doesn't live in this town. She's roommates with my mom who gave up on me when I first tried to kill myself. Quite the mothers they turned out to be, huh Timmy?"
Gears set his sights back on Violet with a snarl in his voice, "Don't talk about my mother to me you bitch!" His grip tightened harder, enough to damage her vocal chords so she can barely speak. "Now is Vincent here or not?"
"That guy? Oh he left a while ago. Said something about "finding himself." No there's a stranger to me in that room who looks like him." It was scary how she spoke so easily through the tight grip. "Kinda like me." Violet's demented laugh became broken sounding. Finally. She was actually losing it. Somehow it wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. In fact, everything seemed funny to her. It was fantastic! "I wish I'd lost my own gears in my head earlier this is great! I don't get why you hate it so much!" More laughter came from her. Man, her inner seven year old self was having a grand time with this situation.
Gears slammed her down onto the ground causing her to hit her head hard against the tiled floor. Even a demonic maniac, like the one she was becoming, would become dazed by that and unable to do anything properly. He let go of her and just stood over her. "Excuse me, I have to pay a visit to your 'boyfriend'," he said as he started to walk down the hallway to the office in the back.
Violet groaned and shook her head. "Asshole…wait." Gears. Vincent. No. This was bad this was very, very bad. "Wait-no! You can't! GEARS!" Violet shuddered as she got up. Her head was in pain and her vision blurry once more but whatever spell had taken over her a minute ago was gone. And just in time. The way Gears was speaking, he may have well come forth in declaring Vincent dead.
Gears had already made his way into the office and there he saw the man that took his life away all those years ago. "Well well..motherfucker.." Gears had no hesitation as he charged Vincent and took his throat in his hand. "I'm gonna make your death more miserable than mine was.." After saying that, Gears laid out a devastating punch to the midsection of Vincent's body. Knocking all wind from him. "Slow and miserable." A deep growl in his voice.
Violet burst through the room to see Vincent on the ground. "Wha-Tim! Stop it! What are you doing? He's done nothing wrong!" Now Violet was a tad afraid of getting close to her...friend? Who knows.
Gears ignored what Violet had to say as his eyes were set on Vincent. He threw a swift kick into the back of Vincent as he laid on the ground, an audible crack was heard from the back of the man who was being killed slowly. "Like that motherfucker? How does it feel?"
"GEARS! Stop! Please he's done nothing wrong don't kill him please!" Her voice sobbed and cracked. "Please…" Violet hugged Gears and held on for dear life considering it would probably get her killed.
Gears froze and looked down at Violet who was squeezing as much as she could onto him. He looked back down at Vincent and Gears' breathing started to get tense and hyperventilating. "Wh-what?" His eyes gone blue as he looked at the scene he caused.
"Please...please, stop. I can't take anymore of this…" Violet shuddered against Gears and leaned her tearless face against him.
HE KILLED YOU WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? "He d-did kill me…" THEN FINISH HIM AND HE WON'T BE A PROBLEM. "I-I-I-I know…" Gears wrangled Violet off of him and pushed her behind him as he stepped closer to Vincent and placed his foot on the top of his head that was against the floor. "He did wrong Violet that you'll never forgive."
"What in the world could he have done Gears?" Violet cried out. "He's never done anything bad!"
Vincent until now had remained silent except for a pained expression on his face. Now though, he opened his bloody mouth, spit, and spoke groggily. "I-I didn't do a thing wro-"
Gears applied more pressure to his foot as his raged self returned. "You know very well what you did motherfucker! Just tell her!"
"I…." Vincent cowered away from the robot. "I can't. Her life is bad enough...she can't know...it's for her own safety…"
Violet stared in upset awe. "Tell me what? What are you guys even talking about?" What was happening? Maybe tonight would be the night it all fell apart for good.
Gears took his foot away and picked up Vincent by the collar of his shirt and raised him up, making a fist with his other free hand. "Tell her right fucking now!"
"TELL ME WHAT?" Violet yelled, silencing everyone. "I am at my limit! Gosh damnit someone tell me whatever you're hiding NOW!"
Neither man moved. Gears' suit creaked and Vincent sighed, looking down with closed eyes. "Violet...I can't. It'll wreck your view of me...you'll break. I...I don't want you to break completely because of a mistake I made as a teenager…" Vincent shook his head and stared at her sadly. "I'm sorry...I can't tell you."
Gears grabbed a hand of Vincent's and broke it right then and there, causing him to scream in pain. "Fine, if you won't tell her I will." Gears looked over at Violet, rage in his eyes. "It's like I told you many times before. Vincent is the one responsible for killing me in cold blood!" Gears looked back at Vincent delivering a punch right to his face, breaking his nose.
Violet cried out at the sight of Vincent but the dead info fell through her. "It isn't true Gears. Vincent tell him it isn't true. You wouldn't do that!"
Vincent didn't say a word.
"V-Vince?..."
He bit back a sob and caught Violet's eyes for a split second, a tear running down his face followed by others. "I'm…" The word sorry became silent.
Violet stared at him. Nothing was written in her eyes… "I was in love with a murderer...I trusted everything with the killer of my best friend." Violet didn't say this sadly or angrily. She stated it like the fact it was. Tears brimmed her eyes. "No. It isn't true. None of it is true."
Gears slammed him down against the ground with enough force to stop anyone's beating heart.
Vincent laid there...dead.
Violet let out a silent scream, staring at the man she once trusted. Loved, even. And to her friend...the one who was killed had now done the killing…It was over. There was no way Violet could take any more of this. It couldn't work. It wouldn't. She darted down the hall, crying and searching. Screaming, even, when she remembered Vincent's, the KILLER'S, body lying still.
Gears stared down at the lifeless body of Vincent, "Good fucking riddance.." He looked around and noticed Violet run out of the room. "Oh shit…" Gears darted out of the room looking for Violet. "Violet! Where are you?"
Violet was gasping for air. Dizziness threatened to steal her soul too fast. It was too real. It wasn't possible. How could God make her life such a hell? Why her? She was done. Done with it all. And she'd prove it...as she opened the door to the spare parts room.
Gears caught a glance of Violet entering the spare parts room and started to make his way to her. "Violet! What the hell are you doing? Come back!"
Violet ignored the world. Ignored Gears, even ignored Lilith who begged her not to do it. But Violet couldn't take it. Opening the hatch, Violet snuggled into the body. The purple hair tickled her nose but stopped when her streaming tears patted it all down. Her legs were scratched by wires and metal as they squeezed uncomfortably into it. Into the jackalope suit...her arms bled and her old cut wounds reopened. Her screams of pain were growing in sound. Violet finally responded to Gears with a loud sob:
"I'm doing what I should've done a long long time ago! Now maybe you'll be happy with how my hell turns out to be!" She pulled the head on and turned the latch.
Her screams turned bloody as the door began to open.
Gears ran in after hearing the horrifying screech and just stood at the entrance in bewilderment. "You motherfucker…" He knew what she was doing. But, it wouldn't rid of this hell on earth. Very hastily Gears hissed towards her, "Look what you've just done...I'll see you sooner than you think dumbass."
Violet's screams turned to demonic laughs and tears slowly came to a halt as blood spurted out, covering the purple fur and staining it horrible. Her tears cause electrocution and her body spasmed immensely, before growing still. Her blood pooled but beneath the head, the last light had finally faded…
Violet finally got her wish. But it was to be more twisted a fate that she thought…
For now, the girl welcomed death. The feeling of her blood flowing around her skin, her vision going hazy, and her heart slowing. Her mind grew dark. It was a good way to die, by her own hands finally, just as she'd promised.
Alright a few notes. This chapter: wow. Very dark obviously. Fun fact: George and Kenzie are based off real people. The authors, us haha but seriously. I promise you guys nothing is going on with me (since I write Violet's POV) it's just how her character ended up developing over time. I have a creepy knack of writing dark stuff very well...hence this story. But I promise: nothing wrong. Just a story. Happier chapters to come I promise. -Kenzie aka Violet
