Red: Part 3
No, no, no, no, why? Why was she doing this? Why, why, why, the silver caught his eye and held it, glinting under the harsh lights. No, this couldn't be happening, not to him, not to him, never to him- he was indestructible. They could never bring him down- never. And the sliver of silver he glimpsed as he re-opened his eyes winked back at him, stating blandly his impending fate. A flicker of gold drew his attention away and he didn't notice the silver move, swiftly, silently, violently. A cutting pain screamed through his veins and he wanted to scream, but he couldn't, too shocked to do more than choke on his breath. His breath, his very last breath. The silver re-appeared in plain view, corrupted by crimson. His hands deftly felt the wound, the dark liquid seeping between his fingers and binding them together. Gold fluttered again to life, hazed by tears. "I'm sorry, Kevin."
He looked up at her, shocked and appalled by her hypocrisy. The voice was riddled with pain and was small, fading like the dying whisper of the wind. "I thought I was your friend."
Despite the faintness, the spite was evident, biting back and stinging. "You are my friend! You are Kevin, you are!"
He shied away from her as she reached for him, dripping silver still in her hateful hand. And her eyes, full of sorrow, locked with his for a second; a violent golden gaze matched with the violet haze. "And I'm sorry. So sorry."
She moved her hand and cold metal dipped into his wound like a paintbrush to a can of paint. She raised the knife above his head and he cringed with fearful anticipation. Uncurling, he watched in stunned fear how she slammed the crimson blade against the white wall, sending it splattering everywhere- tiny flecks of red across the pure white walls. "I hate you! I hate you ! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!"
Her voice rose to a screech in her hysteria, finally falling off into a strangled sob as she let her arm hang limply beside her. Her shoulders shook and he pondered the likeliness of her crying. She turned back to him, giggling, the light of insanity bright in her eyes. She moved toward him, then bent down, whispering subtly, "I'm gonna surprise Rei. I'm gonna paint the room red. Do you want to help? Don't you think it'll look SO much better red?"
He shuddered as her voice sent shivers up and down his spine and he shrilled panickedly, "NO!"
"Too bad."
She pushed the silver down again. When she brought it up again, he could see himself, scared, reflected in pale silver-red, his visible eye wide open with fear. "I'm sorry, Kevin," she murmured, pushing the knife against his throat."Only one of us can have Rei. And he's already mine. You've been deluding yourself."
Deluding himself?! She was the delusional one- Rei had chosen himself who he wanted- so why did he have to pay for Rei's choice, for his own happiness? Apparently, the price was high and he watched Mariah start to paint the walls in earnest. Then she returned for more paint, blood-lust glazing her eyes. "Die, you little whore, die."
She pressed the knife to his throat again, slowly, agonizingly cutting off his airway. And then, Kevin was no more.
~*~*~*
Mariah stared down at the lifeless body at her feet. She had no regrets for what she had done- in her mind, she was perfectly justified. She sighed and cast a glance at the room about her. She had a lot to do before Rei got home. She couldn't wait to see Rei's expression when he saw how much better his room looked red! Giggling excitedly, she tore into the flesh at her feet with the knife, as if she was opening a fresh can of paint.
End Part 3
No, no, no, no, why? Why was she doing this? Why, why, why, the silver caught his eye and held it, glinting under the harsh lights. No, this couldn't be happening, not to him, not to him, never to him- he was indestructible. They could never bring him down- never. And the sliver of silver he glimpsed as he re-opened his eyes winked back at him, stating blandly his impending fate. A flicker of gold drew his attention away and he didn't notice the silver move, swiftly, silently, violently. A cutting pain screamed through his veins and he wanted to scream, but he couldn't, too shocked to do more than choke on his breath. His breath, his very last breath. The silver re-appeared in plain view, corrupted by crimson. His hands deftly felt the wound, the dark liquid seeping between his fingers and binding them together. Gold fluttered again to life, hazed by tears. "I'm sorry, Kevin."
He looked up at her, shocked and appalled by her hypocrisy. The voice was riddled with pain and was small, fading like the dying whisper of the wind. "I thought I was your friend."
Despite the faintness, the spite was evident, biting back and stinging. "You are my friend! You are Kevin, you are!"
He shied away from her as she reached for him, dripping silver still in her hateful hand. And her eyes, full of sorrow, locked with his for a second; a violent golden gaze matched with the violet haze. "And I'm sorry. So sorry."
She moved her hand and cold metal dipped into his wound like a paintbrush to a can of paint. She raised the knife above his head and he cringed with fearful anticipation. Uncurling, he watched in stunned fear how she slammed the crimson blade against the white wall, sending it splattering everywhere- tiny flecks of red across the pure white walls. "I hate you! I hate you ! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!"
Her voice rose to a screech in her hysteria, finally falling off into a strangled sob as she let her arm hang limply beside her. Her shoulders shook and he pondered the likeliness of her crying. She turned back to him, giggling, the light of insanity bright in her eyes. She moved toward him, then bent down, whispering subtly, "I'm gonna surprise Rei. I'm gonna paint the room red. Do you want to help? Don't you think it'll look SO much better red?"
He shuddered as her voice sent shivers up and down his spine and he shrilled panickedly, "NO!"
"Too bad."
She pushed the silver down again. When she brought it up again, he could see himself, scared, reflected in pale silver-red, his visible eye wide open with fear. "I'm sorry, Kevin," she murmured, pushing the knife against his throat."Only one of us can have Rei. And he's already mine. You've been deluding yourself."
Deluding himself?! She was the delusional one- Rei had chosen himself who he wanted- so why did he have to pay for Rei's choice, for his own happiness? Apparently, the price was high and he watched Mariah start to paint the walls in earnest. Then she returned for more paint, blood-lust glazing her eyes. "Die, you little whore, die."
She pressed the knife to his throat again, slowly, agonizingly cutting off his airway. And then, Kevin was no more.
~*~*~*
Mariah stared down at the lifeless body at her feet. She had no regrets for what she had done- in her mind, she was perfectly justified. She sighed and cast a glance at the room about her. She had a lot to do before Rei got home. She couldn't wait to see Rei's expression when he saw how much better his room looked red! Giggling excitedly, she tore into the flesh at her feet with the knife, as if she was opening a fresh can of paint.
End Part 3