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This story contains themes of body horror, self-harm, and the twisting of Christian faith. If you find yourself offended by this content, probably give Perdition a pass.

                                                        Prolouge

When an impure spirit comes out of a person, it goes through arid places seeking rest and does not find it. 

Then it says, ‘I will return to the house I left.’ 

 When it arrives, it finds the house swept clean and put in order. 

Then it goes and takes seven other spirits more wicked than itself, and they go in and live there. And the final condition of that person is worse than the first.”

                                               ——Luke 11:24-26——

A Violin is beautiful.

Not the instrument itself, honestly, they appear rather goofy than elegant like many are led to believe.

But the faint screeching along the strings is truly miraculous, in its own way.

How can such a calming noise be made by such a strange thing?

Whose idea was it, anyway to rub strings against each other?

That sounds like ear damage waiting to happen.

Yet it still comes out graceful, provided you know what you are doing.

People loved it when I forced those horrific noises to behave.

It’s so funny that grown men and women would throw away their hard-earned money to watch a 15 year old girl play an instrument they were fully capable of learning themselves.

Was it laziness? Or is the violin a talent that must be inherited.

Maybe people are just dumbasses wanting to take their mind off things.

Because they most certainly hadn’t come for my looks.

I stopped attempting to look pretty when it didn’t matter anymore.

Thankfully my mother wasn’t the type to criticize me on my looks.

My body on the other hand was doing me no favors.

The moment mom crossed my mind, my lip tore on a quick gnaw from my teeth.

“Fu–” I almost cursed but stopped myself to avoid my over-eccentric potty mouth from getting worse.

My instrument fell onto the shag carpet, switching in my grip with the stupid grey cardigan laid out on my bed.

It took up most of the space in the room shoved at the back wall.

My locks were still damp from the shower, the dye was fading faster than I wanted, burgundy giving way to black.

Bonnie would notice. She always did.

Just one more daily annoyance to deal with.

“Piper! Are you ready?!”

I said while trying on the cardigan.

“Piper?”

I repeated with no response.

Mom’s humming drifted in from the kitchen-

the same tune that was previously adrift from my violin.

My fingers twisted through the strands trying to pull my uncontrolled hair into a single thick rope and let it fall over my shoulder.

“I need more dye.” I muttered to myself.

She would probably buy it despite her lack of steady pay.

She clearly hated it but she would never tell me to stop wearing it. 

The resentment for the hair was because it was her style back at my age.

Most likely an age where she made many bad choices.

I usually tried to stay as least associated with her as I could, but still, she pulled that hair off.

All indication of that style was cleared other than a photo on her nightstand.

A picture of her with my aunt and uncle as teenagers at some festival.

Now, Mom and I weren’t even borderline pretty, nor was my uncle but my aunt however was the very definition.

They all appeared happier than I had ever seen mom.

The culprit for that was an unfortunate fate.

Athena died of miscarriage complications 2 years before my birth.

My uncle Kody took his life shortly after out of grief.

It’s disappointing to say the least.

I would have liked to know them.

a photo of the picture was on my phone, though. looking at it gave me a strange sense of contentment, like a wave of adrenaline.

Lately, I needed that feeling.

Me and mom had been getting into hefty arguments recently.

And they weren’t small squabbles.

The kinds where hands landed where they shouldn’t.

There wasn’t a single reason for all of our feuds.

Anytime we reached any inconvenience as of the last 2 months it took us nearly only 10 minutes to break out in fury at each other.

The past 3 weeks had been chock-full attempting to find excuses to stay out of the small house.

Whether it be to meet up with Bonnie, to practice violin, or honestly just straight up lying.

In times like this though my violin quelled her sour attitudes, as well as mine.

Mom was cooking eggs on the stove.

She was an amazing cook but she would never admit it, always finding something to complain about.

For a woman, she was pretty tall and fit, clad in her blue outfit for cashiering at a supermarket, with black hair draping down her shoulders.

Sneaking past her wasn’t an option.

I was already crossing my fingers that the ugly bruise on my eye would look presentable by my concert, and i didn’t need a new one.

Makeup and me was like mixing oil and water.

Eating and leaving was most likely the best option.

Thankfully we hadn’t fought in nearly 4 days meaning she wasn’t sour but I was constantly high on alert to avoid unneeded confrontation.

I noticed Piper chowing down on the eggs unbeknownst to the weighing tension between her older sister and stepmother.

Perfect, it wasn’t anything she would ever have to worry herself with.

Piper was well dressed for the day in a blue dress and styled dark hair.

Mom silently acknowledged my arrival and slid the eggs onto my plate.

“Want me to get you more dye while I’m out?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said too quickly while sitting. “Thanks.”

She nodded. “There’s a package coming later. It’s important. Let me know when it arrives.”

I didn’t respond, i didnt have a need to, i wouldnt be here today.

“Uh… I also wanted to go out today to try a bit of practice and I was hoping I could bring Piper.”

If Mom changed her mind and got drunk I couldn’t let Piper stay in the house, i was planning on taking her no matter the answer but it would help my soul knowing that if Mom did cancel work she at least wouldn’t think Piper was missing.

“That’s fine, your concerts only in a week, right?”

I nodded, purposefully neglecting to mention going to see Bonnie.

If she knew I was seeing her again that would only escalate into a scenario none of us wanted.

I bit my tongue along with the breakfast, taking a moment to shield my eyes from the gleaming sunbeams breaking through the window.

If I could go back to this time I would have gazed upon it more and enjoyed it.

Because this would be the final time I saw a sunrise for a very long time.

                                                                    …

Chicago was commonly stereotyped as a crime-heavy and dirty city.

But there were beautiful aspects to it.

One of the parks is an example of such, later in the day it’s a drag, especially on the weekends.

But if i got there early in the morning, it was a perfect place for me to practice.

The lustrous sun was barely peeking through the lush trees and striking down on the gentle grass painting it golden.

The singing birds added to the harmonious string music.

The thin strings rubbed against each other as I played with talent and perfection.

But there it was again, Minor annoyance.

Tearing through the blissful music was a child’s shriek, tampering with the charm of the noise.

My thin eyebrows twisted into a quick blow of irritation as I whirled around.

There were 3 boys possibly from 1st or 2nd grade.

It was pretty clear that the two taller ones were bullying the short one, conveyed by them pinning him up against a tree.

An exasperated sigh slipped through my lips as I turned around and sat down at a wooden bench trying to tune out the sound of shrieking.

I knew I should care. I didn’t.

It wasn’t like they were going to kill him, so I just hoped the annoying child’s screaming would stop.

How infuriating.

I set my violin beside me on the bench and checked up on Piper who was munching on a chocolate bar.

I didn’t know how she liked it, I couldn’t stand that stuff.

“That was your best one yet, Hazel!”

She squeaked loudly.

A smile moved up to my face, I became a ray of sunshine in just 10 seconds flat.

“It makes me glad that you think that.”

I said while wiping off a stray piece of chocolate on her face.

Piper wasn’t actually my sister, but I loved her as if she was.

Mom had brought her home as a baby when I was seven, saying something about finding her in a cardboard box on the street. A little cliche but who cares?

I did however have to constantly explain why I had a black sister when I myself was white, yet another senseless bother.

Before my thought process could recover from the yelling something caught my attention.

A single dollar was slid across the wooden table.

Glancing up I caught an eyeful of… well it appeared to be a homeless girl.

Barely breaking over 17 years old. Her skin was even more pale than mine, the bags under her eyes were holding the weight of the world and just like me she had her hair dyed; but unlike mine her violet dye looked recently applied and far deeper. 

Though she couldn’t brag about the rest of her hair, because that shit looked like 7 rats burrowed into it.

She also smelled absolutely atrocious. 

Guessing ages was a knack I had possessed since childhood, not always spot on but always close.

“I liked the music.”

Her voice betrayed her looks though. It was soft, like a mother reading a bedtime story.

“I’m not busking.”

A slight scraping noise behind her lips portrayed the action of grinding teeth.

“Still.”

I nodded and accepted the payment.

It wouldn’t matter in the grand scheme but any money was accepted.

Before I tucked the cash away in my sweatpants pocket another figure walked up beside her and sat down across from me.

He spoke in a heavy accent though I wasn’t familiar with what each one sounded like.

“I deeply ask for forgiveness from my younger sister’s mannerless nature.”

My face visibly scrunched up.

People did NOT talk like that.

He had brown tousled hair with choppy layering.

On his nose, he wore thin orange half oval glasses.

His outfit was more fashionable than the girl’s as well.

He wore a yellow sweater with a grey sleeveless silk vest with 4 letters on the pocket.

 A.E.O.N.

My eyes narrowed at that last part as I attempted to excuse myself.

These two were in a crowd I did NOT want to be involved with.

“Oh, she’s your sister?”

Piper asked.

“She tipped MY big sister a whole lotta money, she’s really nice! You should thank her!”

The man chuckled.

“I most definitely should.”

He turned to me.

“This is your sister? She’s quite adorable.”

My eyes narrowed at him, giving him the glare of a thousand suns.

I reached down to take Piper’s hand and take my violin in my other.

As I turned to leave his hand snagged the sleeve of my cardigan.

When I whirled back around, my stare may have frightened him.

When cats are touched without wanting it a common reaction is to hiss and scratch.

I had a very similar reaction.

Piper squeaked at my quick fit of rage.

The shape my eyes took was devilish and made up completely for the hiss.

The scratch was displayed by my hand slamming full force into the back of his palm.

The girl by his side tensed and prepared to lunge forwards.

She was cut off however by the man holding out his hand to signal a pause.

She hesitantly faltered and returned to a stagnant poise.

The man had to take a moment to collect his bearings before speaking.

“i- eurgh… wow you’ve got quite a strike there! Woof! I did not attempt to frighten you, I simply wished to communicate with you. My mind shows recollection of you. Performing on a stage I believe, you’re the offspring of Miss Rachel Fern, correct?”

My grip was shifted to the edge of the table, I didn’t respond, my glare had not shifted.

He let off a gentle smile and continued.

“Please give my sister a pardon. She’s unwell.”

I took my leave after flipping him off, this time he didn’t argue.

“Good day!” I said mocking his tone of speech

He simply grinned and stood up, sister following his exit.

Jackass.

                                                                 …

“Hey, hey, hey!”

A minor heart attack singed through my body.

Bonnie was squatting along the fountain with that stupid grin across her face.

She was decked out in mostly black clothing.

She had messy brown hair draping down her dark skin, shoved inside it was a black lily welded to a hair clip shrouded by her dark bangs.

It really looked like the flower was sprouting from her locks.

Spotted freckles laced around every inch of her body and she had black lipstick snagged to her lips.

Her hair was beginning to become damp from the light drizzle of rain that was starting to come down.

“Bonnie!”

Piper squeaked, quickly placing down her sandwich on the fountain rim and throwing a hug over her.

“Where have you been?” I asked.

Bonnie released Piper from the hug, pulled a thumb fidget out of her pocket and paced, clicking the soles of her boots on the fountain.

“Broski was being needy.” she said, giving off an exasperated sigh.

Her older brother not only had epidermolysis bullosa and hyperesthesia.

I don’t know what either of those words mean but I’d assume it means he’s frail.

And not only that but he worked in construction and was constantly calling Bonnie to assist him.

He was as much of his maid as she was a sister.

I would have pegged him for an asshat had I not met him in person.

I met him when I had reached a bad point and had to spend some time away from mom.

I selected a wrapped sandwich I picked up from around the corner and toss it at her.

She was always a bit of a foodie.

But she was my anchor, she made sure I stayed down to earth and on top of things.

And she was there when mom hit me for the first time.

“I ran into one of those conspiracy lunatics today.” I said begrudgingly.

I noted how she took a moment to stop herself from eating it before remembering to take off the wrapper.

AEON was a group of deranged conspiracy theorists who were sure demons were an existing being on earth and hiding among people.

They were government-backed but even president Kruger confirmed that they didn’t even care what AEON did.

They would sometimes get aggressive with people they thought were possessed, some had stated complaints saying that they kidnapped people and brought them to their labs and treated them like Auschwitz prisoners, but there wasn’t any proof, and at that point it just sent people further down the rabbit hole of conspiracies.

I didn’t believe any of that but I believed they were crazy so I stayed clear of people like that.

I for sure didn’t like that they had trained soldiers like they were prepping for a war or something.

“Brown hair. Sphincter face. Talks like a Victorian? Walks around with a homeless girl” she asked.

She had cast aside the thumb fidget into her pocket and was now tearing up the paper with her rapid fingers.

I couldn’t help holding in gentle laughter at the “sphincter face” comment.

“Yeah he’s going door to door.” she said, kneeling down and jabbing my cheekbone with her finger.

Piper let out a small giggle.

“How do I know you aren’t possessed! I bet he’s looking for you!” she snorted.

I noticed a tight grip with her fingers on her pants.

This topic was bothering her, but she was playing it off.

AEON got really dangerous at times

I tried to change subjects knowing the rainfall was increasing. She beat me to it.

“So how’s your mom doing?”

She muttered, tearing a clean hole through the paper.

That certainly piqued my interest. Why did she care about that?

“Shes fine.” 

“Do y-”

“I said she’s fine!” I repeated.

She threw up her arms annoyed. 

“Jesus Christ.” she exclaimed.

The sound of thunder boomed from the sky.

What the fuck. When did it start storming?

“Aw hell.” Bonnie cursed.

She sucked in a breath, smearing her hands along her face.

The sandwich was already becoming soggy.

She shifted her locks over the flower giving it minor and ineffective shielding.

Rain was not a good thing.

It meant mom would want me home, which was something I didn’t want.

But not arriving unannounced would only be worse, and that was not a risk I was willing to take.

I couldn’t show personal issues to those offstage, if i arrived onstage with a mark then the audience would worry about what is happening to me.

And at that point that would defeat the whole purpose.

So the smart decision was to simply go back home and disappear in my room.

If that old bitch wasn’t there, that just made her hypocritical on top of being abusive.

I picked up my instrument and Piper while waggled fingers at Bonnie, making her jerk.

“W-wait.. Your home is a little while away, would you and Pipey want to spend the rest of the day with me and Ethan?”

What was that? Bonnie wasn’t a clingy person.

The character switch was a minor shock but I brushed it off.

“Bon, if dont get back in time my moms gonna kick my ass. I’ll take my chances with the rain.” I stated.

“Hey! Shhhh!”

Piper scolded me on my profanity.

“Wait!” she repeated.

I retorted with a watered down variant of my stare.

Not as intimidating as was used on sphincter faces, but enough to announce a “back off.”

She opened her mouth, closed it, and smiled anyway.

This wasn’t her place.

And she knew as much.

“Stay safe…” I heard her mutter. 

                                                             . . .

“We need to talk, don’t turn away.  -C”

The soggy letter read.

This had been out in the sopping rain for quite some time.

The package wasn’t in much better condition.

“Either mom is in some cult or I have a stalker.” I muttered to myself sarcastically in a grumpy tone.

“Fucking hypocrite.” I added to my rant.

“Hazel!”

Piper corrected me again.

Mom always wanted us home during the rain but she didn’t care enough to be here herself.

I swiftly exerted myself by ramming the table with my knee.

It hurt more than I had hoped.

What was I attempting to accomplish by doing that?

“Fine, if she doesn’t care enough to be here she shouldn’t care if i opened whatever the hell is in this shit!”

I furiously exclaimed to no one in particular.

Looking back I didn’t have a justification for being this outraged.

I just wanted to blow off built-up steam and this was an excuse.

I snagged a pocket knife from a drawer in the kitchen and snapped the blade out, running it along the package.

Bullshit.

“Hazel, Mom said don’t open it!”

Piper said, trying to stop me.

“She says a lot of things, like: I’ll be home by curfew, i’ll make sure things turn out alright, im sorry for fucking hitting you!!!!”

I paused, my head slowly turned towards her.

Her face was frozen in shock.

“Piper, i…”

I found nothing to say, there was nothing I could do to tell her that her adoptive mother had been beating me.

“Hazel…”

She sniffled.

Her arms went around my torso as she squeezed me tight.

My emotions were running wild.

But I could stay calm… i could-

Rolling out of the envelope was nothing but a tiny blue marble.

Disappointing and annoying.

“important package my ass!”

I exclaimed, seizing it.

“Hazel!”

She screamed, but she knew she was powerless to stop me.

It was falling apart, in awful shape. 

If I wasn’t careful I could’ve smashed it with just my thumb and index finger.

This garbage was worthless.

No way she actually needed this.

Whoever C was, was a jackass.

I placed the marble back down on the countertop and stormed away.

The darkness of the house did not help with the aesthetic.

The billowing storm outside caused a major power outage.

Where the hell was mom that was so important she had to break her own rule.

“Hazel! Please stop being mad!”

Piper pleaded.

I attempted to clear my head with the blissful sounds of my instrument as I entered my room.

It did help with my brain. 

But then the ringing in my ears started.

And a few minutes later I went under an effect I would wish upon no one.

                                                          …

Regurgitating my insides into the silver bowl below was not an experience I’d like to go through again.

Thankfully this spout made it inside, the first one came without warning and remained on the floor.

Agony crept around my stomach as I let it all release from my throat.

Flopping onto the floor my hands grasped at my forehead sliding the nails through the soft skin structure.

I couldn’t feel it though, my head hurt too much for that to register.

My brain throbbed with anguish increasing second by second.

A girl was sitting on the sink rummaging through the cabinets. There were already three boxes at my feet, but none of the contents had any avail.

My form crumpled to the floor as more of my inner fluids escaped my body.

This time my upper body wasn’t powerful enough to aim itself over the containment.

WHAT THE HELL WAS HAPPENING!!??! NO ONE JUST GETS THIS SICK SO SUDDENLY?

I threw my head back accidentally striking it on the tiled floor below.

Again no feeling went through.

I heard a muffled cry but I couldn’t hear it clearly enough.

I lacked the energy to lift myself up but I gained the adrenaline to snag the sink and hoist myself up onto the countertop with the help of the tiny girl.

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror.

My skin and eye color had shifted. 

My skin grew to an even paler shade if that was even possible, it was almost pure white.

Instantly my thoughts scattered from the ringing returning into my ears.

IT HURTS SO GODAMN MUCH!!!

I tried to pull myself to my feet but my legs slipped from the lack of power and my arms splayed out to snag the sink faucet avoiding collapsing again.

My eyes had turned a deep purple as opposed to my original blue eyes.

A similar color showed along my veins like someone had taken a marker and drawn along my arms, legs, neck, and chin.

STOP IT!! STOP IT NOW!!

Torture increasing…

Increasing..

Rising…

Rising…

Ri…

…

“Suck it up” 

The voice sounded.

It didn’t belong to me.

Was I forgetting what I sounded like?

Or-

The ringing returned.

What was I thinking about?

I felt a grip snagged at my cardigan and yanked me out of the bathroom.

It was a soaked black haired woman, tall and built but with a feminine face.

Droplets of water rain down her face and drenched clothing.

The tiny girl who was now sobbing ran up to the woman and began to plead something.

I couldn’t understand what they were saying.

She was speaking some foreign language.

The ringing continued as I lost the ability to hear the words that came out.

The tone suggested anger. Fury… irritation.

But her face showed sadness… sorrow.

She was crying.

Why was she crying?

Did something happen to a loved one?

Did she lose something important to her?

“SHE DID THIS TO ME!!!”

She pulled me with incredible force befitting her biceps.

We entered some family rooms.

She continued talking at me with a high toned voice.

What was she feeling?

Communicate with me, woman!

“Pathetic, am I right? It’s a shock this old lady lasted this long.”

That voice was once again not mine…

Then the ringing stopped.

I got a short spurt of my intelligence back.

I could process things again and think again.

Mom did not subsist on her shouting.

“-FOR A REASON!!” She spoke with the start of the sentence cut off.

I didn’t care.

I didn’t care what goddamn lecture she wanted to spew at me.

I was crying.

And it wasn’t new, I had been crying for a while now.

She opened her mouth to speak again but she was cut off, cut off by the car that came flying through the wall.

The structure was smashed. The walls collapsed.

The entire house was torn to pieces.

The car didn’t explode 

However a small fire was spreading from candles I had lit to avoid the blackout.

The rain was not heavy enough to put it all out.

When I obtained my bearings my pain hadn’t gotten any better.

In fact it had gotten leagues worse than it had before.

I found myself underneath the car.

It was moms car, a big black SUV, tilted on its side.

It wasn’t driven into the house, it was on its side when it came through the wall.

My vision caught sight of my mothers drenched form in the smoke forming.

My legs gave out underneath me as I attempted to pull myself up.

But I didn’t yield in getting moms attention, 

“Piper!? Piper!”

I called out but the ringing continued, it got to the point that I couldn’t hear what sounds left my lips. Or if I was even formulating the worlds in my head.

But she did.

A girl with deep purple messy hair.

She started in my direction, and proceeded to lock her frail fingers around my weakened throat.

In that motion I felt my form being lifted off the ground from the spots that weren’t numb.

She wasn’t fit, she was the opposite, 

Slender, built like a twig.

And she smelled awful.

My bones felt utter agony upon being thrown into the brick wall at full force.

I managed to avoid my head taking damage but that was more because i didnt want it to hurt more.

I had definitely broken something although I couldn’t place where it was.

Everything already hurt.

I felt the girl grab onto my hair and swing me back into the corner.

My spine took all the impact.

That wasn’t the end of the onslaught though.

Within moments the heel of an ankle boot smashed into my Adam’s apple.

That strike was the last push I needed to expel more mass from my body, hurling once more.

She didn’t care that the majority of the gunk got on her boot and stayed strong.

There wasn’t that much anyways at this point.

But that face burned into my vision.

That dead, lifeless face.

No emotion whatsoever was displayed on it.

My legs fought to swing at her ribcage but they wouldn’t leave their dangling position.

This wasn’t fair!

This was unjust!

THIS IS FUCKING BULLSHIT!

I then found myself on the hot wooden floor.

The girl had been knocked to the floor, her cheek had been pierced.

As she stared at me, those lifeless eyes became furious.

Not a word echoing from her dried lips.

I heard a scream coming from a corner of the room where the short girl was curled up with rivers of tears streaming down her face.

I couldn’t move at all, my muscles screamed at every failed attempt.

I felt the toe of her boot slam into my stomach, the strike rupturing across my entire body,

Then again.

Then again.

Then again.

Her rage only increased with each blow.

Once she had completely burned out her grudge her hand splayed out around my face.

She once again lifted up my limp corpse, palm clasped around the front of my head, narrow fingers digging at my skull.

“Stop it please!”

I heard the small girl shriek as my hearing returned.

“You folks wouldn’t happen to possess any liquor would you?” A voice sounded merely a few feet away.

The purple haired girl turned my frail body in her hand to see the man.

He was rooting around the cabinets in the kitchen before settling on a green bottle of red wine kept on hard nights.

But it wasn’t mine… who did it belong to?

He poured a drink into a glass goblet and took a moment to test it before taking a full sip.

The young girl scooted away from the man while trying to avoid the fire.

“So sorry to come by unannounced, Hissy. But after meeting you today I couldn’t help myself but  to drop in and meet you properly. As well as introduce myself properly “

That goddamn tone of voice was familiar. Where had I heard it?

Minorly annoying…

Annoying

FUCKING INFURIATING!! 

He quickly pulled his hand back to avoid any damage coming to it.

The glass shattered against the ground.

The girl screamed out again, covering her ears.

“How disappointing I hardly got to consume any large amount of it?”

STOP TALKING LIKE THAT!!

My own voice in my head again.

A curt smile strode across his face.

A vast quantity of perfect teeth became visible in the face crack.

“In true introductions miss Hazel Fern, my full legal name is Judas Ilias Altus, and this is not my sister but in actuality a close friend of my belonging.”

NOBODY CARES!!!!

Those noises in my voice didn’t leave my mouth, but they weren’t in my head either, I heard them from somewhere I couldn’t register.

He jerked again, jolting out of the way as the counter was cleaved in half.

“You’re very diseased, Miss Fern, you have a parasite. We simply wish to help you. Now if you could point us in the direction of-”

A woman swiftly leaped into view from behind rubble with a kitchen knife in hand and swung at Judas.

“Ah, located as per request.”

My body clattered to the ground like the glass as my attacker dropped me and bolted across the room to intercept the black haired woman.

I couldn’t make out what unfolded with my obscured and blurry vision after my head hit the ground, but I managed to pick up a view of the soaked woman collapsing suddenly upon an unseen action of my attacker.

She now possessed red liquid seeping through her top and out her lips.

She had been hurt.

I wanted to help her.

I felt like this woman mattered to someone if not to me.

DON’T TOUCH! DON’T! 

The girl with the unnatural purple hair was thrown into the remaining drywall, the wall shattered under the strength of her body.

As soon as she regained composure she pivoted to one side to avoid the flames from tasting her skin.

I needed to keep that woman safe at all costs.

“How utterly infuriating!” Judas spouted loudly.

“Subject, if you would most kindly.”

The girls hair blew in the burst of wind as she dashed forward and smashed my skull through the back wall.

My body and voice screamed in agony and fear.

But I wouldn’t take my gaze off the woman and the small girl.

I had to keep her safe… I had to keep them both safe.

Looking back I noticed Judas and the woman having a heated discussion.

Actually it was only the woman that seemed upset. enraged, furious.

Judas just looked smug.

Then she began to cry.

She should’ve been crying before with the hole in her chest.

But it was words that made her tear.

What had he said?

Then she quickly turned to me.

In her bawling mess I made out two words in her sentence.

…..stay…..and…… alive…

I had forgotten what those words meant.

Or did I never know?

Judas looked happy, as if every second in his life had led up to this moment.

Simply seeing him express happiness made me want to end his life.

He didn’t deserve to be happy.

DONT TOUCH!

Once again my voice came from below, i felt a pain from  pain that wasn’t in my body but just a few inches away.

A feeling of a limb’s detachment.

But I had both my arms.

And it was pain from too far away to be a limb.

But I know it was the doing of the exotic haired girl.

“Good day.” Judas muttered as a weapon was pulled from his vest.

A small projectile flew from the barrel of the weapon striking the sobbing woman right between the eyes.

I wanted to stop it.

If I could’ve taken that shot instead of her I would have.

I wanted to do it again.

I wanted to do it

I wanted

I…………

A shriek emitted from me.

I could feel my eardrums shattered from the noise as gore spewed out of them.

The scream came from my mouth as well as the other unknown location.

It hurt.

All three remaining figures in the room all brought their hands to their ears in pure agony.

It really hurt.

But watching that hurt more than anything I had endured up to this point.

I felt the sides of my mouth begin to rip open from the shrieking.

More cruor spewed out, rolling down my chin and slapping against the floor

And then I fell.

Catching a glimpse of my attacker holding a small red object covered in gore as I struck the sticky, red floor and ceased to think further.