Silent Lovers Ch. 4

Warning: Gore and other 18+ things up ahead in this chapter.


I spotted the boy, Jacob, strolling down a gravelly street. He looked carefree and happy.
Happy from his time spent with Camille for sure.

I've already had plans of how to kill this boy the moment I saw him with Camille.

The plans that surged through my dead, sick mind gave me numerous ways to start my attack.

One plan consisted of tying him to a bull and have the bull set ablaze.
Another was to strip him naked, stuff him with pork to a point of suffocation and lay his gluttonous corpse upon the village center for all to see.

Though the other plans sounded well and fun, one had already been chosen.
I was quite taken with Camille, and though I wish to see her flesh seared and bloody, I also want to lay the world before her feet.

I am the destroyer, and she will be my queen.


The day had gone and past, the sun was preparing for slumber and the moon creeped its way towards my sky.
As I was cleaning off my blade, I smelled the scent of smoke yet again.

"Smoke..." My statement was assured by the charcoal black puffs in the sky, nearing my home.
My brows creased together. The smoke is coming from the direction of the village. I felt the familiar pang of horror.

Jacob.

Then there was a thud at the door. My head snapped towards it and I slithered near, my sword drawn and gleaming in the moonlight.
My hand was shaking as it neared the handle. My breath heavy and slow.
I opened the door and screamed upon my revelation.

"No...Jacob, no." Jacob was sprawled on my doorstep. His eyes grey from the tears that had already dried on his grimy face.
There was blood everywhere, multiple stab wounds were visible and a pool of blood was collecting near his head.

I looked ahead and saw that he was dragged. Skid marks of blood smeared messily into the ground. But it looked intentional, this person, no, murderer, wanted me to know Jacob was taken from the village.
The village...

Past the small hills, I could see the peaks of fires rampaging across the village. Spreading like a disease.

There was no way anyone could have survived this. Everyone was asleep and no one had seen it coming. Judging by the amount of smoke, the fire spread quickly and killed mercilessly as well by the small screams in the night.

I slid down next to Jacob in defeat, my own tears barely contained in my red, puffy eyes.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry...I couldn't do anything, it's my fault..I'M SORRY!" I wailed towards the heavens. I was glaring at the black soot clouds when I felt a prickle of wet coldness.

Then another.

And another.

Rain had come to invite itself to this corpse party. The fires were slowly dying down, joining with the other villagers in death.

My mind was a mess. Yet again, I lost something important to me in a fire. But why, why me?

"Why me?" I yelled and repeated it many times to the air.

Only the dead had heard.


During that one night I had entered her subconscious, I had found her greatest fears.
The fears and pain that had delved deep within her mind, scarring her mentally for the rest of her mortal life.

It was the flames of fire.

There was one thing though, in my findings, it wasn't the mere fire that terrifies her. It was the destruction of fire.
Fire could be dealt with water, but the life it takes will always be a grim reminder of its cataclysmic existence.

Killing Jacob would not enough, if Camille sees the fire, she will surely connect Jacob's death with it.
Though originally I hadn't planned on harming the other villagers, it was necessary to complete my task.

I could always find others who would worship my likeness.

I had ignited several points in the village where I knew fire would spread rapidly and quietly. The town center, bank, market stalls, benches...
After that, I snuck within Jacob's home to ambush him.

He did not put up much of a fight after I stabbed him in the chest, the heart, and so I bound him and carried him out unto the village center.

The heart of the fire.

There I stabbed him, over, and over, and over, and over and over and over and over
And
Over
And
Over
Again until I had to stop myself. I had overkilled him.

I was breathing hard and I noticed the erection that sported itself against my jeans. I took a few deep breaths to lessen the heat.
I cut off Jacobs bindings and proceeded to drag his limp body through the houses, through the plains and hills, and to Camille's doorstep.
From there she will see what I have done for her.

This was all for you, beloved Camille.


So umm, what to say about this chapter.

HB took some jealous revenge, and yes it seems he is quite the sadist. :I

Camille is traumatized again from seeing Jacob and the the village being destroyed. Welp, it did say HURT in the description box..but then again it also said COMFORT ;)...

Oh, and sorry if HB's last few lines were a bit repetitive, I kind of wanted to show the inner working's of his (non-existent?) brain. He gets carried away in such personal killing, being so close to that person and having such fiery contempt. Figured that would be the best as a closing paragraph.

BTW: I drew the scene of Jacob's death here- Go to my profile page, there will be a list of all the fanart/scenes from the story!

Probably going to that when I see fit, if it's an important character development, plot progression, or whatever :)