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Getting lost again after seeing Silver, he found his room and locked himself in his loneliness. He decided to lie down, pulling back the coat he wore and the mask that covered his face. Putting them in the closet and sitting on the edge of the bed rubbing his hair with one hand while pinching the bridge of his nose with the other. He closed his eyes and dropped into the bed, wrapping himself around the comfort. It was refreshing to feel the cold of the sheets. As the mattress took the form of his tired body making him feel like he lay in cotton clouds. Reaper dreamt with Silver. In his dream, he could see her white body on a metal table suspended under large laboratory lights. Her hair was braided, she wore a white sleeved shirt and pants that clung to her skin of the same color. She seemed to be sleeping soundly, as quiet as when she was on the motel floor that night. He moved closer, slowly, until he was completely looking at her, face to face. He didn't want to look at her, but he didn't seem to be able to move his gaze elsewhere, his chest tightened and his lips frowned, he felt an imaginary hand squishing his heart into pulp. The sun-kissed skin she had seemed to have disappeared, now was white like snow just as her hair, her lips that used to be pinkish were pale and expressionless and the tattoos that gave her the suit, where nowhere to be seen. She no longer had the perfectly drawn black rings on her arms and the three little dots under her eyes along with the two circles under them. Involuntarily the tip of his metal claw settled on her lips then walked up her cheek, his heart suddenly skipped a beat; it was a dream and he wasn't in control but still he didn't wish to be stopped. She didn't respond, him knowing she would be squirming at his touch, made the claw travel down her neck waiting for her to twitch or to react fearfully. He became impatient seeing her so calmed and restrained himself from ending her life there so vaguely. Then, looking closely at her chest he understood the reason for her paralysis. Her chest wasn't moving, she wasn't breathing and with the new he felt he could breathe peacefully again, restraining, shackling his humanity, saving his monster self from feeling the inconveniences of being. With a chuckle that purred inside his chest along with his sickening happiness rising swiftly being fed by the monster's accomplished goals of finally seeing her dead. He lowered his head softly positioning it near her ear.
"I hope you dream forevermore" his lips savored every word as he whispered and straightening, walked away turning and glancing at her body over his shoulder.
He walked with pride, shoulders straight, head held high, his arms almost danced at his sides and a tattooed smile on his lips concealed by the mask. Out of nowhere he came to an abrupt stop suddenly feeling his neck tight. His hand went to his throat, holding an imaginary hand gripping his air, his eyes were wide open inside the mask that without warning got separated from his face. His expression got exposed to the eyes of the killer and his features twisted into fear as he looked up to see Silver with a feral look. Her eyes yellow and he lips no longer concealing her canines, letting them bare, her face was replete with anger.
"How could you?" she inquired an answer from him, her voice croaky with hurt.
Jolting, he sat on the bed, hyperventilating, his heart surprised him, letting his chest feel how fast it was beating, humiliating the monster inside, showing it there was still a twinge of humanity inside after all. The red irises staring into the room, his forehead feeling little drops of sweat kissing his skin. It was already night and the little light that the storm allowed was that of the lighting it threw in between the clouds. He put his hands to his face and then they passed his hair, drying the sweat carrying it inside his palm. The simple fact of having dreamed after so much time rocked his structure even more, cracking the already fractured columns that supported the prison for his emotions; for his humanity. The fact that he could literally hear his heart and feel it shaking in his chest frightened him. It had been a long time since his heart felt that way. 'Get a grip, Gabe' he told himself taking courage and regaining his composure. He knew who to blame, took a deep breath and let it out heavily, his red and yellow eyes staring at the door full of threats. He got up quickly and dressed in his coat and mask and promising himself that same night, in that same moment he would end this once and for all. And with a laugh he shed his solid form disappearing into the darkness of the room. He materialized in that corridor where he had seen Silver earlier, now the room with the window, empty. He was in a hurry, an immense desperation to finish the job, or rather the problem in which he had been involved. Walking down the aisle he could hear the tapping of his boots against the polished tiles and instead of taking the road to the left instead of the right, as before. The aisle was empty, no guards as usual and many white doors except for one, his eyes focused. Seeing the light blue door different from the other ones, he concluded that it was there where Silver was being held. His black dense essence slipped inside a few meters before reaching the door so the cameras in the corners couldn't decipher his actions and intentions. Inside he found a simple room just like the one he was staying; the only difference was this one held a story. He could tell how long she had been in the same room, a toy from her childhood laid around and the color, though neutral, shed some childish demeanor. His eyes searched around for Silver and for a moment they ignored her figure covered in darkness. Amid the blackness illuminated only by the lighting that sneaked inside a skylight, above of what he deduced was a bed, then he saw the figure of her body facing the wall. She was sitting, slouched and through the darkness he saw her with her forehead resting on the wall. She didn't seem to know of his presence or felt his eyes glistening with hatred staring at her.
"Are you coming to finish the job?" The question sounded like a sigh and it went straight through Reaper's ghostly soul and really asking his other side. Her voice trembled and thinned as the last words left Silver's hurt lips.
Reaper didn't answer because he was not obliged to give explanations when he was the executor. His body tensed, her shoulders slumped back and the bones crackled. Silver only smiled to herself tired, no longer being able to cope with the weight of the judgement that had fallen unjustly on her shoulders. If she could tell her heart to stop she would have done it and if she could tell her mind to stop making false feelings as well it would've been done. But none seemed to hear her pleas or her cries for help. Slowly she turned to face the judge standing behind her. In that moment, a lightning bolt fell almost being called by the circumstances to shed some light and illuminate what little of the heroine remained.
"Did you come for the promise or someone called you?" she asked in a trembling voice.
She could barely move, her exhausted body protesting; even the throbbing of her heart made her feel pain in the chest. Reaper didn't answer, but he seized the opportunity as soon as the lighting showed up to look at what was left of her. On her face, he noticed the marked fingers a few abrupt hands; her resistance had cost her. Her arms just below the shoulders showed the same pattern of bruising and her pale skin made to impossible to conceal. Those were the marks that his vision with lack of light could see, but that wasn't the peak of her pain. She tried not to protest much, trying to cover her complaint, but her left knee was bruised. In an unsuccessful attempt to escape she scratched both wrists with the metal bindings and trying to keep her still an unseen guard had beaten her by hurting a rib on her right side. She certainly felt she was dying, but that feeling was leaving as soon the mercenary appeared. He alone had the joy of seeing her crumbling disguise well prepared.
With groans, she approached the edge of the bed, sitting down. She tried to stand up, but her knee failed, causing her to fall with a cry of pain. She raised her eyes to see him vaguely with her improved vision, but even that was failing her, making it difficult to distinguish between the furniture and the monster. She managed to see his figure, white before her modified eyes, and the holes of the eyes in the mask.
Reaper looked at her with pity, but a hard heart. Underneath his mask was hidden the rage he had at those who had hurt her; under the white mask lay a serious expression, without the slightest remorse for the scene.
"Just do it already, please?" she suggested careless.
Reaper almost jumped forward at her, removed his shotgun with a swish and pointed it without a problem to Silver's forehead. The dim light didn't let him notice the beads of cold sweat running down her face, neither seeing how her lips trembled and her body shook very slightly with adrenaline. Adrenaline she didn't wanted to exploit
In an abrupt act and moved by the emotions, he hid his shotgun in its leash, threw himself at her grabbing her shoulders. Before Silver's back touched the floor and both fell against it, they were enveloped by the black mist that emanated from Reaper, engulfing them in the coldness. They disappeared and appeared on the bed. Silver groaned as she felt her knees pressed against each other, both imprisoned by Reaper's. She felt her heart in her knees and in a joking and masochistic way, pulsing harder to hurt her.
"Death is very sweet compared to what you deserve" he said softly, almost grunting. Silver was just panting, her eyes looking everywhere.
The mercenary's hands gripped the girl's shoulders as she in a pained reflex flipped a punch that sent his mask flying across the room. She quickly whined, hissing in pain. Reaper stared at his mask on the floor, his face staying just the way the punch left it and filled with anger he raised his own hand, throwing his fist back and then to the front landing centimeters near her right cheek. Silver felt the cold air of the action on her cheek and opened her eyes to look deep into the eyes looking back at her, not being able to control anymore. The monster was clearly winning, he could feel it clawing his insides, begging to be released, jumping angry and circling like a hungry lion, waiting for the opening.
"What have I done? Why do you hate me?" she whispered tired of not knowing, angry with her mind for not being able to remind her of her past sins. Tears itching the edge of her eyes, imploring to be released.
"It's your fault that I'm a monster" Silver looked at him confused, until now she had not remembered that event had happened "Because of you, Overwatch and everything else was discovered, all for not being able to keep a secret: your twisted existence" he spoke, the words leaving between his clenched teeth, as his left hand went and crushed softly her hurt knee. Silver let out a scream, muffled by the bed sheets that Reaper held to her open mouth, making her bite into it.
Silver then understood that distant, cold memory she had always wanted to forget. It was that occasion she had the opportunity to see through the eyes of the beast and saw a man suspended by its own hand. Then she joined all the pieces and came to the quick conclusion that the man who looked at her with fear and half hatred, was his younger self. Her eyes began to burn as silent tears escaped the corners of both eyes. Reaper took the sheets out of her mouth and heard her sniffles.
"Sorry" she managed to say her broken by a small sob.
"Forgiveness does not fix what you did, it doesn't give me back who I was, let alone stop me from killing you once and for all." His voice was sharp penetrating Silver's heart like a freshly sharpened knife and inculcating something that she never thought he would be able to conjure in her; fear
Reaper brought his hand to his belt, pulling his shotgun out. He positioned it in the same place as before and prepared to finally pull the trigger. But when his finger went back gradually, to let out the bullet, he didn't felt the joy he anticipated, in his chest his heart didn't dance to the beat of the fear in her eyes. He had practically dreamed of the moment, wanted it, but when it finally arrived he felt an empty victory. Inside, his soul there wasn't any emotion or eagerness to finish her, only remained a silenced disillusion. Silver had closed her eyes, or rather they had closed with exhaustion and hoped to feel the brief kiss of the fire on her forehead. Reaper grunted and put his gun away for the second time annoyed of what she had brought out of him. Knocking Silver soft but enough for her to cross the fragile line between sleep and awareness. His mind overwhelmed him with a pride didn't wanted to feel. He wanted to kill her, but his heart praised him for not doing so. When had he became soft? What had she done to urge his humanity to come back?
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