Hatred

1st Person Mode

I fell to my knees, and almost laughed, but didn't. I didn't believe it to be true at first. Had Daniel not acted so seriously, I probably would've hesitated, but I had nothing to say. I had nothing to feel right now. How could someone like Daniel, as sweet as he was, the one whom I almost loved as for security, turn his back on me like this?

My hands were in the blood of Walter's that had spilled on the floor, but I hadn't noticed, nor did I care, but I looked into the dark pool beneath me and saw my reflection, and then Daniel's behind me.

Murderer, my mind whispered. "How dare you!" I screamed, looking into the pool of blood still. I closed my eyes. "Why!"

"Unique, I had no idea," Daniel began.

"How many people exactly have you killed?" I asked. "When will you stop?"

"I didn't know," he repeated.

"Daniel, don't you see?" I shrieked. "It doesn't matter who the hell you kill! It's still a living person! But why me? Why my pain? Why my suffering?"

"If you'll shut up, I'm trying to tell you that I didn't know that she was your sister," he said in defense, then paused. "I did know."

"Well, did you know or not?" I shouted, pushing myself from off of the ground. My face was flared and burning, as well as my eyes with anger.

"I knew that there was a Unique Du'shat and a Miranda Du'shat." He said nothing more.

"And so you're after me now," I said, taking the handgun from off of the ground. I pointed it to his head.

He smiled slightly. "Go ahead, shoot me."

"You'd want that, wouldn't you?" I spat angrily. "You'd want me to shoot you so you can be let out of your misery and never see me again? Never have to live with the guilt? You'd be away from this hellhole of a town!"

"You don't understand," he said. "I have to die. You'll be in danger."

"Am I not enough?" I cried.

"I'm not going to kill you," Daniel said. He looked over his shoulder. "It's not in the Sacraments."

"What do you mean 'It's not in the Sacraments'?"

"You're the final one of the Sacraments," he explained.

"I'm.. going to die?" I asked, lowering the gun to the floor.

"I'm not really sure," he said. "But the Sacraments won't continue if you kill me," he said, reaching for the gun.

"How am I supposed to believe you?" I scorned.

"Four of the seven Sacraments have already been fullfilled. We can stop Dahlia's plan."

"I have no reason to do anything anymore," I mumbled, looking to the floor.

"Why so?" asked Daniel.

"I wanted to find my sister's killer. Now that I have, I have no reason to stay with you." I brushed past him. "You can fix whatever Dahlia is brewing up yourself."

"But I can't," Daniel said.

"And why not?" I asked, stopping in my tracks.

"Because Dahlia is the next to die," he answered.

"And then what?"

"After that, she's going to have me.." He stopped.

"Have you what?" I quipped.

"I can't tell you," he said, lowering his head. "The problem is that I already have some feeling for you," he admitted.

"Why is that a problem?" I hesitated. "I feel the same way."

"But it can't be mutual. It's just... wrong, Unique. You'll understand someday."

"Why should I help you when you killed someone that I dearly love?"

"Because you are the Reaper of Paradise," he said, stepping closer to me. "And I believe that with your power of premonition, you and I can find a way to stop Dahlia."

I kept my gaze away from him as he held my shoulders.

"If not for me, for the sake of humanity. Maybe nothing will happen, but what good can come of playing God?" He pushed his face closer to mine. "She will die by my hand. She will be the next to die, and I may not be able to contain myself. It may be inevitable by myself. I'm not strong enough."

I looked into his brown eyes. "Will this bring Miranda back?"

"No," he answered quietly, "but if you help me, you will be able to survive. I should die for my sins."

"Don't say.."

"But I want you to live on," he continued. "This curse has to be broken. You'll soon find out the hex on this family."

"But I'm not involved with your family," I said.

He slipped past me and back into the bland, lifeless hallway beyond. "You are more than you know," he replied.