Chapter VI
He was dreaming. He knew he was. He was walking forward in the stark clear darkness, slightly swaying as if dancing. His hands occasionally went to the wall to support himself. When moving, he had that sluggish, irritating feeling of moving in dreams, as if he was wadding through mud, and yet his body moved without an issue. There was a disconnection between his feelings and what was happening, what he wanted to do and what he did, between him and… well, everything.
Beyond this cottage, there wasn't even a noise. He reached the door, and opened it without resistance. The lock fell by pure force of will. And went out, into the night. What a shame. Tonight, he had resolved to… do… something. Something important to him. And because he had fell asleep like an idiot, he would probably lose his chance to do it tonight. But, well. For some reason, he didn't really care. Because. Because. Because. Because there was something else.
Eddie…
Eddie. Edward. Edward Chasse. That was his name. Something in the darkness was calling out his name. He didn't know where he was going, let alone where that thing was, but his feet started to move towards somewhere instantly. As if his body remembered walking here. As if his body remembered reigning over these grounds, and the sky above him. Remembered. Remember. He had to remember, but what was it?
Eddie, Eddie…
That voice destroyed his gathering consciousness, and soon enough he even forgot what he had been thinking about. He ran. He ran, fast as a panther, through the forest without slowing down for even a second, following the voice that was calling out his name. And where he ended up at… a shop. A dressmaking shop. The Carousel Boutique. He didn't understand why he had come here, of all places, but he didn't have to understand. This was a dream, after all. Logic? What logic?
So he just watched himself going inside without questioning why, nor why at this hour. And he searched the boutique all over, he searched and searched. He suddenly understood what he was searching for. Rarity. That unicorn that seemed to think she was the centre of the world, and always took care to look beautiful and elegant no matter what she did. Yes, her. He was searching for her to
KILL HER
He wanted to take her and
KILL HER WITH YOUR OWN HANDS
Yes. But she wasn't there. He had missed her. By little, but he had missed her. Damn, damn, damn. The burning inside of it increased. The message was clear. This was not enough. It wanted blood. It needed blood. A hiss. A low hiss, that couldn't have even noticed normally. He turned his head. A cat was there. A fat thing, prim and proper and with a collar of diamonds or whatever it was.
"You're an eyesore." he said, and those words resounded inside his head like a chant. A chant.
With an effort, he lifted the cat from its position. Using his will, he shaved off its skin, ripped off the flesh, and dislocated the bones. The cat's anguished screams filled the empty boutique. And finally, when there was nothing else to play with, when the toy was already broken, he pushed. The battered, bloody corpse slammed against the wall with great force. Leaving nothing but red paste.
What an eyesore. Even though there was barely anything left of it, it was an eyesore. The momentary pleasure of toying with the creature had already vanished. Now, it was just a reminder that he had come here for nothing. That tonight, he wouldn't get to kill that unicorn.
He barrelled out of the shop, feeling the heat inside of him grow worse and worse. He fell down to the ground, on his knees. The sound of his heavy panting and the frantic beating of his heart pounded in his ears. He clawed. At his shirt and his throat. He tried to breathe, but he felt like his heart was being constricted by SOMETHING INHUMAN. His whole body was burning.
CELESTIA, I
Edward let out something halfway between a sob and a scream.
KILL YOU, AND LUNA TOO
He stood up on his shaky legs. He felt like a bag of bones held together by wishful thinking, but he started walking again. Towards some place else.