I had choice. Death. It wasn't ideal but it was still one.
Spot pinched my arm and pushed me forward.
He whispered "Go with him. I'll follow"
"What?" I turned around and hissed.
"Trust me violet"
I glared at him but regardless I did as he told me. Why? Because what choice did I have but to trust him. He wouldn't betray me.
"You're right she's better off with you"
It felt like he was getting rid of me but I had faith in him.
The dark figure became less rigid as I walked towards him. I felt deranged, mad as a March hare.
What was I doing?
Regardless of reason and anything sane I kept walking.
"Violet it's been so long" Up closer he seemed familiar.
The glint in his eyes took me back to months ago.
A man in his mid-twenties stood at the doorway. He had a basin in his hands. He was dressed in a black suit, his white shirt was pressed, void of any wrinkles. His eyes were a sharp emerald color, his raven hair was slicked back.
I pulled the robe I had on closer to my body.
"You must be rather frightened, but that's to be expected" he set the basin down on the writing desk "there's nothing to be afraid of, I assure you"
"What happened? Where am I?" My voice was an octave higher and my fingers shook.
"Don't fear me little bird I just want to help"
At the time, he seemed queer, something on the infinite list of things I hid and tried to expunge from my memory. It made sense what he was doing. He killed a man without hesitation or regret. I didn't remember much, only the way the scorching blood burned my skin and tainted it.
"What do you want with me?" I whispered. I wasn't going to stutter and show him fear.
"I have a secret to tell you"
The vile of extreme consequence started to stir within me. Every single ending to this night started to float around in my head. I wanted to tell him that I didn't want to hear whatever he had to say. I wanted to close my eyes and go home. Go back in time but I couldn't.
"What secret?" I asked. This was going to be the end of me.
"I can't tell you here. You're family wouldn't appreciate it"
My family?
"What do you mean?"
"You want to hear the truth don't you?"
"What truth? Theirs nothing hidden"
"But their is! Come with me Violet!"
"Just tell me here! It's late and its raining. Please don't make me leave!"
"No!" His shout made me flinch and hold my hands up in front of me "You need to learn to listen! Women don't have a right to an opinion!"
I scowled and choked back tears.
"What you need is for me to teach you how to be submissive. We can talk about that too"
I backed away, letting the terror I felt lead my actions. I reached Spot he was blinking rapidly, thinking of something.
"Don't make me go Spot!" I begged and pulled his arm "Please Spot"
Spot grabbed my shoulders and looked me straight in the eye.
"You have to go. Violet just trust me. I'll make sure nothing bad happens" He nodded his head slightly when he finished speaking.
"No! I'm leaving but not with him! I'm going home!" I turned towards the man who had never given me his name and stood firm.
"You can't make me go. My Aunt is going to be worried and I don't want to bother her anymore than I already have so if you'll excuse me"
I blinked in surprise for a bit as I walked away. Was this really working?
It didn't. A shot rang out. It hit the ground beside my right foot and made sparks.
I screamed and covered the back of my head with my hands.
"Violet be good now and come with me"
I thought I was going to faint. A couple of seconds passed before I remembered how to breathe.
"Y-you can't make me" I didn't turn around, I'd made it this far and I couldn't let him win.
Somehow I knew he wouldn't shoot me, not mortally anyways. I'd survive a graze, how painful could it be?
I was crazy. I knew I was but he couldn't win. With what I was doing I knew how the end of the night would play out if I followed him my fate would be as clear as the grime that covered the alleyways.
"Stop walking Violet. You'll regret it"
"Violet listen to him come back"
A tear slipped.
I wanted to find a blanket and hide under it and scream until my lungs gave out but I also wanted to run and run and never come back to this city.
After that first tear slipped the rest started fall.
More sparks flew as two more shots rang out.
He only had three bullets left, I had to get rid of the rest.
I just hoped he didn't realize what I was doing.
He shot one more time before he grew frustrated and made sure to shoot my calf.
I don't think I'd be able to expunge that moment from my list.
He didn't graze my lef like I thought he would. I saw the bullet, covered in blood a couple of centimeters in front of my foot.
I didn't feel pain I didn't know why. Nothing hurt, I took a step forward and realized that I walked just fine.
"Violet!"
Was that Spot? It sounded like him.
My head felt funny. I felt like I was floating. It was a delirious feeling.
Everything merged together, I just needed him to shoot one more time. One more time. Why wouldn't he shoot?
Things started to blur together.
That was the fifth shot I had to get rid of the other one.
I forced my self to keep walking. I was not going to give in when I was so close.
He'd shoot any time. Spot just had to stay where he was.
I heard the echoes of footsteps. I felt hands on my body but I didn't know who they belonged to.
"Violet! What are you doing?"
I smiled a the voice, it was so sweet. I liked Spot, he was so nice to me.
He looked so fuzzy.
I grabbed his neck and pulled his ear to my lips.
"Theirs only one bullet left" I made sure to keep my voice low enough for just the two of us.
What was left of my conciseness told me to keep walking and I did.
The white sheet that had been trying to take over my eyes kept growing and growing until it took over.
I'd always remember that feeling.
I'm evil aren't I?
That chapter took a while. I'm on vacation in Mexico and I was really frustrated with myself for not updating and then I almost broke the couch 'cause I jumped on it. So I was in a crappy mood and then I went outside to suck some inspiration out of somewhere and then I bought coffee and while I was walking back to the vacation home I passed this guy who apparently was never taught to button his shirt and I thought of Spot for some reason (they looked alike) and then he said "Hello Beautiful" and I glared and I walked five steps and then I got my muse back. So yeah, blame what happened in that chapter on the weird stranger.