DISCLAIMER: I do not own any characters except Athena and any other characters I may or may not introduce throughout this miniseries.
Authors Note: This is little bit different from what I usually do in stories. I really enjoyed this. Sorry for the shortness!
Four:
Reflections
A mirror which she stood before was cracked, splattered with blood that had begun to dry. Seconds ago, two women vacated the bathroom stalls of this local shoppe. Thereafter, one of the vermin collided with the mirror, the very impact left behind shards of glass scattered around parts of her face. Protruding from her eyeballs and cheeks, alike. She had opened her mouth to scream, which allowed for smaller shards to intrude the open crevice.
The human screamed, a maddening, shrill sound. Thus, she did what the ever so lovely Athena would have done, granted her mercy. Mercy with a quick death. Digging her ink stained fingers into the woman's throat, breaking through cartilage and muscles, before clutching onto the larynx, not stopping until she made a clean hole on the other side of the human's neck. She pulled her arm backwards, making eye contact with the lifeless eyes of the meat, blue eyes clouded over, never to be blinked again. She dropped the the organ next to her body.
The other one, looked quite like herself. The death was quick. A snap of the neck.
Two pitiful humans were sprawled out on the checkered floor, along with the rest of the trash such as the toilet paper and womanly products.
Looking ahead, into the mirror, she tilted her head to the side. Slow and stiff. Reveling in the moment, as she gazed into the girl's face, her face. It was rightfully so, of course! She rubbed her palms down her cheeks, over and over, until they began to turn a shade of wine. A shudder ran down her body, a smile crept across her lips, jagged like the mirror. Beautiful.
With a single thought, now plaguing her mind, it was all taken away.
Her.
The one who titled her as Malice. Her eyes darkened into a void. The sight itself sent surges of pure fury through her blackened veins. The audacity the mortal had for naming her, when she had no place to do so.
Everything that pathetic whelp had, belonged to her. There was no need for a family, or the sort. What she did desire- a natural gift that was stolen from her, a natural gift those humans take for granted. Malice rubbed her palms against the skin of her cheeks. Glorious skin, passionately kissed by Helios. Heavenly, blue eyes wide with clarity, yet they lacked innocence, and stirred with spirit. Her lips were lightly browned, instead of fleshy pink, formed into the shape of a bow. Full, yet not excessively thick. And, the vocal sounds which came from her chords, were strong, yet feminine. A voice belonging to a confident young woman and not a being viewed as a monstrosity, not a being who sounded like that of a vile creature.
All of it, that girl took for granted… and all of it, she stole from her. She was allowed to saunter around with her identity and not even have recollection that she had taken it!
Malice lifted her chin, inhaling as much air through her nostrils as possible, chilling the burning fury inside her core, every instant her name withdrew from the mouth of that swine. She abhorred the sound of her pretty little voice inside her mind, the thoughts that never ceased, for she had proceeded hastily and made contact with Athena all too soon. Now, she was stuck with a part of her and out of the many things which brewed the emotion of hatred, the conversations she had with the people she cherished dearly, compelled her to rip off her very skin.
Relationships. No matter how disgustingly pointless they were, humans relied on them. Malice looked down at the rusted sink, sharp canines dug into her lips as she smirked. All of the girl's most valuable relationships were long lost and no matter the attempt to retrieve them, they would never, ever be the same. There was nothing that made her reach the closest to a human's emotion of content, than knowing this fact.
Those lost relationships did weaken the girl. Nevertheless, she is growing strong as the days pass.
"The moment she is most content, the moment she allows herself to release her guard, where ever she might be and regardless to what she is doing. . . I will find her and reclaim what is mine." Malice forms her hand into a solid fist, only to open it up, anew, the void reaching across her arms slowly fading, beginning at her fingertips and ending at her wrists. The hue was replaced with a divine complexion, belonging to the child.
Opening and closing her fingers into fists, Malice smiled, euphoria washing over her entirety. Ah, yes. The girl was getting stronger, indeed.
As her eyes flickered up towards the mirror, the neverlasting smile slowly faded. A blotch of ink tarnished away at her beautiful, beautiful skin.
No. No.
Her lips pulled back into a snarl, as she lifted her newly formed hands into fists, slamming them into the dulled faucet. Water spouted up, droplets wetting her face, although, nothing could wash away the sins of misfortune. The black sins of otherworldly malice.
"No matter," she stepped away from the sink. "There is much more flesh settled in this place."
The girl, the skinthief, would atone for the misery she has brought, as misfortune was born in twins, the seeds of malice had been planted in them both, despite her actions of denial. For that, she would suffer tomorrow, the weeks after, and the months to come. Today, she would pay in blood.
R&R, at your leisure!