Chapter 19: Remedise
My hands had dropped a time back I don't even remember. The clutch on my chest had abandoned me beyond my senses. My mind was back to normal and even the heart beat felt steady. Steadier than it had ever been!!!
Whatever I'm feeling right now at the moment, had turned out to be an addictive fetish in a whole second. More than what I've received before. That's when I realized, I just overcame the attack without undertaking any dosage!
I keep standing on the spot, watching without interruption, without a care in the world, without any rush. The longer it's dragging, the more I'm getting high on it! I just had to keep watching on, without even a blink.
Strangely, I couldn't care less what I was watching because it felt soothing. It wasn't pleasure; it was peace!
I can't imagine such a feeling to exist in this world. Has any body ever been this twirled up like I'm right now?
This is a cure for me, I understood. I was draining my heart out empty, void of any pressure or pain. This is what I needed. I started to feel so looked down upon from Travis and the others for making me go through that just because I was desperate. I feel annoyed on myself for not having discovered this before.
I was seeing them, those 2 figures, but only 1 extracting my gaze.
The beautiful victim. A harmless maiden. I know her, from the academy. She had been one of the ...main reasons once to trigger my suffering to a great level.
But why don't I feel like interrupting? Like taking any action in what is happening? Fuck, it's so intimidating to the eyes I don't want to stop it. Not her current situation. This perfect eye lusting moment ......when she's being ...…. right before my eyes .........
......Killed!!!
Prettily involved in this art of capturing life ......…murdered! With no mercy, making it more beautiful for me.
How can death be this intriguing?
I had seen her once, and read her like clear ice. Such a bitch she is in that cute cover. She ain't not fooling anyone but me. Not such filth like herself. Winning favours and a smooth manipulator. What a vixen!
But me?
She dared to say I was lonely coz I choose to be alone? Save it!
Only if would have been like others, melt in the crowd, avoided me like others did, not adapting to pretence .........because in my world things like this are completely denied and despised. If she would have no impression on me ...…...then …..
Still ......….
It would be the same consequences.
The pleasure she's putting me right now, I can't resist it at all. I can see her loosening her grasp on her breath slowly and chocking on her own blood. Without being able to lift a finger nevertheless. She doesn't realize se is in such an immortal portrait right now. She should be satisfied that she's saving someone her last moments.
That's what I need.
I need death to live.
That's my remedy, my cure!
I motionlessly watch, my eyes glued to her when she was being stabbed terribly, slashed through and her throat sliced perfectly, slowly, enjoying every moment and engulfing every inch of its aura. She croaked on losing her voice until she could no more and finally dropped down to a complete lifeless beauty with her sparkly still eyes wide opened. A horrifying terror creamed over her face with the clutch of last bit of her vision, may be wondering what did she do to deserve such torture. To have such an early end. Bathing in the red stream flowing continuously, her clothes drenched in the unique pattern of it and her fingers flickering with the last string on life.
Her eye lashing trembling ...…
Lips shaking ......
Such a turn on!
My inner self was screaming and yelling to have taken such an ecstasy. My mind was completely void of the surroundings around. My eyes fixed at her, swallowing the sight. I didn't want the last second of it. I was even taking in the aftermath. I don't know the face I'm making right then, but I'm sure it's nothing something to look at a sane mind. Waves were blowing through me. A moment longer, another moment longer ....... shit that face!!! Staring right through me.
I feel another pair of glares at me as a cold shiver freeze my skin. It felt as the same as me, but it was on me.
I was brought back from my excitedness as I turn to face the person with those eyes. My gaze caught the third and most important soul present at the scene.
The boy, looking slightly older than me was wiping the blood coated dagger. I have no idea of the time while I staring, but the already shining weapon after such a rivalrous conflict gave me little flick. He must have been there for a moment now. Still concentrating on perfecting the cleanliness of what it seemed very dear to him, getting rid of even a speck of red on it.
"Beautiful!", came a low whisper from him as he held it little high at the light to properly inspect it.
I'm sure he had noticed it for a while now, since he was momentarily changing his stare once at me and at the dagger. He felt his job was more important, and sure it was. I expected this very same reaction and attitude from such a person. I needed it. I would have despised any kind of distraction for him if it were due to me since I was benefiting from something from him.
He was finally done. Such a perfectionist! checking for stains repeatedly. At last he seemed satisfied and tugged it behind his back which for a moment appeared like a holster. And then, the most awaited, he stepped in to the spotlight. Cracking his neck bones in the most snapping way possible, he met eyes with me. It went right through my soul.
I scrutinize only his face, such a highlight!
And also ...it makes me smug at such a fraud presentation!
I have never seen something this fake of a pretence before me. Is this how he plays his game? With such a slashed mind set, does he deserve such a model of a face? It had slipped my mind for a moment, but if I chug away my personal emotions, he had just committed a murder crime! That's what it is in the Mundane world. And such a heartless one at that!!!
He took another step, rightly directed at me.
This person, with chocolate brown hair and sharp bangs, neatly trimmed, falling all over his forehead, eyes deeper than the depths of the blue ocean glimmering with an unknown excited instinct and a sharp glare, piercing and flawless facial cuts and estimated age in mid-twenties. The way he is licking his lower lip at me, I can feel my lungs giving up on breathing! Such a forceful charisma he is emitting.
A person who is a psycho killer in reality, bearing such unfair genetics?
Reality is rather harsh, who gave such right?
Such a waste!
In spite of that, he seems to have no trouble facing himself regardless the cover he has put up against the world. He is living his life!!!
I was lost of any action as the guy was almost in front of me. It didn't even cross my mind that he might kill me as well based on himself. But something tells me he won't, not with the face he's wearing now, completely contrasting from before. I don't move and stand frozen on my spot, with no expression of shock, fear or terror.
Not even once he diverts his eyes from me. As if he was drinking from my gaze at him as well. He approached me straight as expected and stood a few inches from me.
He didn't do anything as his side lips lifted up in a puckering smirk. He looked down once, shook his dropping bangs and spoke in an exquisitely deep voice that couldn't get any more scamming," You know, its not safe at this hour roaming alone in the area."
I couldn't help but laugh internally. He had impressed me yet again.
He started walking towards me without stopping and as soon as he was on the verge of crossing me, where he stood beside me but facing opposite directions, he put his palm on my shoulder gently, giving me a sudden adrenaline shock.
He spoke with the usual voice, but this time his manner was changed," I'm glad you didn't show up before her. I would face a hard time resisting".
I turn at him.
He was gone.
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