Guilty as Charged

by thepeacockandthebutterfly

Number 6: Insane for Her

His hand came away bloody, speckled with spots of crimson. But he reached back for her broken body, cradling her head gently. Again, blood trailed over his fingers in a lovely tide of ruby. Her blood, her life, her existence.


"I'm sorry," she whispered, her eyes filling with tears that streaked down her cheeks and washed away some of the dried blood there.

He choked at the sight of her, hanging from a rope, jagged cuts marking her slight cheekbones. "Why?"

"Because I didn't love you sooner," she said in a pained sigh, a faint gurgle sounding from her throat just as she coughed, a faint mist of blood spraying from her mouth, "And now it's too late." Her eyes drifted upward, looking resigned.

He whipped his head upwards, staring at the rope. His eyes locked on the jagged fray where the rope was breaking just as it snapped. He took a step back instinctively as she fell, rope coming down with her.


"Why didn't I try to catch you?" he sobbed, burying his nose in her still soft hair and breathing in what remained of her sweet bakery smell.

He imagined he could hear her soft voice whispering in his ear. "You also knew it was too late."

His head was spinning then, the now overpowering scent of blood choking him in a tidal wave of deep crimson. "DON'T LEAVE ME!" he cried, speaking to the dead body he held in his arms, thinking that he could hear her.

It was like an image in his mind, a beautifully unblemished mirage of a person.

Her face, mouth smiling widely and fully showing off perfect white teeth. Her pink lips, full and kissable. Her cheeks, tinted a rosy blush from excitement. Her skin, pale and unblemished, perfect in all ways. Small hands that clutched the sides of a blue dress, the sundress swinging freely around her long legs. Dainty feet, clad in white sandals that crossed over her feet with small laces.

"Don't cry for me, Adrien," she laughed, mouth curving up delectably. She walked over to him through a foggy mist, sending the whisps swirling up around her feet and curling around her slender waist.

Her eyes, crinkled up in a smile, focused on him. With a peal of laughter she spoke again, "It's too late for me anyways...you saw to that, didn't you?" She giggled, eyes suddenly dulling and glazing over. Her skin paled further, turning almost blue. Red bloomed from her body like a gruesome flower, engulfing her in gore.

"No," he croaked out, eyes seeing something that wasn't there. He dropped her body limply and stood up, almost robotically in his movements. "No, no, no," he babbled, walking stiltedly forward.

The body continued to walk forward, mouth hanging open, showing blood dripping down her full lips. "But you could have caught me, you said so yourself!" The awful words were accompanied by another giggle, the dead girl stalking forward slowly. She placed her hands on his shoulders.

He felt pressure on his shoulders, saw her there before him. Her fingers were weaving the rope around his neck in an odd slipknot. "It hurts," he choked, feeling the rope tighten.

"It's okay, Adrien, love," she whispered into his ear, breath deathly cold, "I can make it all better." She pulled away, smiling macabrely, blood still dripping down the side of her pale skin.

And then he wasn't on the ground, only hanging from the rope that he had tied around his own neck. But all he saw was her sweet smile, her small hands carefully lifting him up.

She smiled again, eyes dulling further to black. Lifeless. "Too late." Her voice was sing-songy, mocking him. And then the blood swallowed her up and she fell to the ground.

Fear surrounded him in a thick wave, drowning him under his sheer panic. He had only mere moments to register it before he was falling, neck snapping gruesomely.

He hung from the rope, death holding him in its cold embrace.

"Too late."


I kind of lost where I was going with this whoops! It's kind of creepy, but I hope you understood it enough to get WHY it was creepy.

(Adrien hangs himself, but thinks it was Marinette because he had a crazed hallucination of her where she starts rotting away)

I love you all!