Angel of Darkness

Chapter 10: Finale

Ugh, I can feel that drug starting to kick in. Do they really think that'll be enough to keep me quiet, ha, those idiots. Although, I can say, they have been taking quite major precautions. I have so many chains around me. My hands are cuffed behind my back, it's hurting my back and shoulders, but even my ankles have chains around them; hell I even have a freaking collar on! They're making sure that I can't move at all. Damn, this stuff is draining my energy; it is probably that drug that they gave me.

They actually managed to defeat me. I really was quite surprised to say the least. Perhaps I had too much faith in my own powers. I may have been too reckless. Well, I can't deny that it was fun.

All I've really done is sit here, nobody has come to visit me, but that's not unexpected!

Ah, I keep having these thoughts of the past. I feel like such a fool for even thinking of those. I'm evil by definition! I murdered several people and tried to kill my own family, hell I killed the only people who ever considered me a friend. But, the thoughts I keep having are not of those times of their blood on my hands…no, I keep thinking of when I was a young girl. These are memories I thought had been long lost, but now, sitting here in this cell for god knows how many days, I have nothing to do but think.

There were several times as a girl when I can remember smiling with Tyson and Victoria, running around and playing like children are supposed to. For all those years though, I knew that something was missing. Now that I think about it, it might not have necessarily been something missing from my own heart, but from my mother. She was lonely without my father there, which resulted in me feeling lonely.

I laugh now thinking how I still can't help but call him a father. As much as I deny him as my relative, I know deep down that he was both a father and a dad. Sure, the word is basically the same, but I can see a difference. I can't blame him for leaving; he was trying to protect us. But that doesn't make up for the fact that he didn't even try to see a way around that. He could've sent letters. Come to visit every once in a while.

What would it have been like if Lillith hadn't been killed? In my mind, I picture the four of us around a Christmas tree, opening presents while mom and dad sit on the sofa. Would things be better for all of us? Of course. It was that tragic day before I was even born that created this situation for all of us.

I feel so trapped right now. I'm sure it's what they're trying to do, putting me in this room and all. I want to go outside so badly. Ha, if I even managed I know for a fact that I would only cause damage. I can't control myself. If someone else were given these same powers and they were in the same situation as me, what would they do? If the possibility arose, would a person grab at the opportunity as it passed them by?

I could've changed this world! I know I could have! If only I'd been a bit stronger! Damn it! I won't be able to change the world at all, especially now because I'm going to be killed. Do they really plan on killing me! Of course they are. There's no reason to keep me alive and a list of reasons to kill me.

I raise my head, hearing a click. The door leading to my cell opens and the light burns my eyes. Wow, that is a bright light! I close my eyes in hope to stop the sudden throb in my eyeballs. After a second, I look up to see who has come to visit me. Ah, figures. "Oh good, I thought you weren't going to stop by." I smirk.

In front of me are my parents. Although I can keep a straight face very well, it is difficult when mom is crying like this! Why the hell is she crying! The door is shut, leaving just the three of us. Dad has his arm around her.

"It gets boring in here. There's really nothing to do, as you can see." I don't know why, but my lips pull into a grin, almost taunting them. "Be happy, damn it, you won." I say to my dad. He shakes his head, looking away from me. Why aren't they happy? They're the winners! "You won! You defeated me! If I was the one that won, I know that I wouldn't be standing around crying!" Honestly!

"You think this was all a game!" Dad barks at me. He even takes a step forward. Tears begin to roll from his eyes. "You're our daughter! Nobody won anything! We've all lost, and you're telling us to be happy! Do you understand the situation we're all in right now!"

Well, I'm not that stupid, honestly, dad. I know very well what's going to happen. "No duh. You, being the hero of Amity Park are going through hell because of the fact that I'm your daughter and I am also the one that caused this whole mess! And I guess it really sucks for you, you haven't gotten to know me for long and it looks like you won't have the chance to."

Finally, mom snaps. She looks at me with pink, wet eyes. "Stop it, Trinity! I can't even… you can't imagine what we're going through! I can't bring myself to imagine that the girl I loved with all my heart, the girl I raised, my daughter…is the one who brought all of this down upon us! It's just… just too much!"

I can see her shaking. I bite my lip. I never wanted to hurt you, mom. Honestly, I didn't. I wished that you didn't have to go through any pain. I'm sorry. I really am. You're one of the few people who I respected and loved dearly. With grit teeth, I say, "Is that all you came to say?"

Mom shakes her head; "we were told that we could come talk to you one last time…" she trails off and puts her head into her hands.

Ah I get it, so I'm guessing today is the day I'm going to be executed. All I really know about the situation is that I'm half ghost, so I'm not given the same rights as a person, I don't get a trial or anything, I'm just sentenced with whatever the ghost experts think is right, and that would be me being gone.

About ten minutes later, I am taken into this weird room that has nothing in it. I'm still chained up and everything, just in case I try to make an escape. I really have given up on thinking of an escape though. It just seems like a waste. On the opposite side of the room I can see a glass window on the wall with mom and dad on the other side staring at me. Mom has her hand up against the window, as though reaching out to me. I'm sure being executed would be much easier if they weren't here. Seeing their hurt and disappointed faces is what makes this difficult.

Three guys walk into the room, does it really take three to kill me? They bring in a small case, which has the drug in a needle that they're going to stick in me. Now that I actually see the needle, my heart races a bit. I'm really going to die. By that strange needle…I'm going to be killed.

I feel like trying to pull back, to crawl away like a frightened child from that needle. That strange liquid will be the one to end my life? Dying this way didn't seem right to me. I didn't want to be killed without being able to defend myself. But, my parents defeated me, so I guess this is technically my punishment due to their victory.

Before I know it, the tip of the needle is easily slid into my vein on my arm.

The men walk out, and I'm left alone there with my parents staring at me from the large window. I don't know much about dying…so I don't know how it will feel. Will it hurt? Hm, now I'm curious and a bit frightened.

Ah, Damn. I can feel the drug taking effect. My breathing increases as I begin to panic a bit. Is this…really all there is? I'm going to die like this? I look up to both my parents, both of who are crying. To think, that they still consider me their daughter after all the hell I put them through. I guess I'll never really be able to understand the feelings of a mother wanting to protect her children. Will they try to have another kid? After Lillith and me, it seems like they've had enough heartbreak. But if they do end up with another kid, I can only hope that it will be a wonderful young daughter or son who will smile and play with others, make it to high school and college and live for a long time, as a normal person.

Do I regret what I did to those people? I can't bring myself to shed tears for them. But I also can't smile right now, thinking of what I've done.

My eyes are blurring. Is that normal? Wow, I'm feeling really dizzy. I look to the glass to look at mom and dad. Can they hear me if I speak? "M-mom…" I mutter.

Although I couldn't really see her well, I could hear her, it appears she was able to hear me through some speaker of some sort because I could hear her voice loud and clear reply, "Trinity."

"Sorry…for making you cry…" Right now, I really don't know what I was saying. I'm just talking nonsense now. "Dad…take care of mom."

Clearly crying, he replies "I will."

I give a slight smile, "Hey, promise me that…that…" damn. My voice failed on me. I feel like my throat just died out. My vision is pretty much all black. I want to tell them to not give up. I'm not even sure why I want to tell them that.

"I won't give up. Trinity!" Mom nearly yells that to me.

My ears are ringing from the echo of her words. That had to be a coincidence.

"I love you Trinity." Dad says.

"I love you!" Mom also says to me.

Are those your last words? It had to be the drugs affect, because I had a tear fall from my eye. I'm glad. It's nice to know that they don't hate me, even now. I can't say anything else. I can't reply. If it meant I could hear those same words over and over again, I would be willing to change the past.

It looks like I'm at the end of the line. What is that? Everything was dark a second ago…and now it's becoming very, very bright…. I guess this is goodbye. I'm looking forward to what will happen.

A/N: Wow, I had a lot of fun writing this story, although it wasn't extremely long I did enjoy it, thank you to all you readers and reviewers who supported me with this! Now, I plan on putting my focus onto my other stories, check them out if you have time! ^_^ Thanks again, so much! And this concludes Angel of Darkness.

-Desi