Page 76 of Trick or Treat
"What am I forgetting,Riley?" She bites angrily, but still smirks as if she's won.
As crimson stains smeared across my back, pooling at our feet, a spark of defiance ignites within me. Her laughter cuts through the tension, sharp and unyielding. It's as if she can see the turmoil raging within me, relishing in the internal chaos. But little does she know that I have embraced the darkness, turning it into a weapon that can pierce even the most impenetrable armor.
I step forward, closing the distance between us, my blade now pressed to her throat. The scent of blood permeates the air, intoxicating and overwhelming. With each labored breath, I taste the bitter reality of the life we have chosen. There is no turning back now, no escape from the sins we have committed.
A sinister smile tugs at the corners of Scarlett's lips, her eyes glinting with a feral hunger. In her gaze, I see the reflection of my own twisted desires, a mirror image of the monster that lurks within.
The room closes in, suffocating us both, as the final verdict looms. Our shared history binds us; it always will. In this twisted waltz of blood and pain, the only certainty is that everything we once knew will be forever changed.
"What am I forgetting, Riley?" She urges me to tell her but all I can do is grin, seeing fear flicker in her eyes as she grips her blade even tighter.
"I told you, I'm always one step ahead of you whether you realize it or not…"
Scarlett
"I didn't want tokill you, Scarlett but you came in between us and I couldn't have that." Admitting the truth finally, Riley kisses the side of my neck, giving me all kinds of confusing feelings, but he's still being cryptic.
With his hand around my throat, he pins me against the wall, his eyes piercing through mine and making me feel things he's never made me feel. I hate him for what he's done so why do I feel like this? I need to kill him. I have to kill them all…
As I struggle to catch my breath under his grip, my mind races with conflicting emotions. The hatred burning inside me clashes with an inexplicable sensation of desire that his intense gaze unleashes within me. It's a cruel twist of fate, a wicked game played by my own treacherous heart.
But amidst the chaos that rages within, a chilling determination mixes with a newfound clarity and begins to surface. The darkness that has consumes my thoughts for so long, pushes me to this breaking point. The time has come for me to take control, to release myself from the shackles of his oppressive presence.
"You might have killed Nixon, Scarlett, but you know you'll never make it out of here alive, right?" Riley sneers, squeezing my throat tight as he wields his knife, dragging it down the front of my body while I grip mine even tighter, blood still dripping down his back from the knife wound.
"You see, the same pills you drugged us with, were put into your drink and your food earlier. Your time is ending today too, killer."
"You what?"
"You fucking heard me. Looks like we're all fucking dying today, Scarlett."
As his grip tightens, I muster every ounce of strength, every flicker of courage, and unleash a vicious strike to his vulnerable side, stabbing him in the artery in his leg where I know he'll bleed out.. A surge ofpower courses through me as he staggers in pain, his grasp momentarily loosening. It's a fleeting chance, a slim opening that allows me to break free from his suffocating hold.
Gasping for air, I race through the corridors of my mind, mapping out the intricate web of their sinister plans. No longer confined by fear or doubt, a dark resolve settles within me. They had all played their part in this twisted symphony of destruction, and it is time for me to orchestrate their demise.
But as I delve deeper into the depths of my own darkness, a seed of doubt begins to linger. Can I truly tread down this path of vengeance? Will it taint my soul, blinding me to what little good is left within? The weight of my decisions threatens to drown me, but I refuse to let it consume my resolve.
Yet, I can’t escape the haunting question that echoes within me. Am I any better than them, seeking revenge in the name of justice? In my pursuit of retribution, have I become the monster I sought to destroy?
The battle rages on, both within and without. The line between right and wrong blurs again as the weight of my actions threatens to consume me. With every step closer to their demise, I feel a piece of my humanity slipping away. But I can’t afford to dwell on it. The stakes are too high, the darkness too deep.
As the walls close in and the final pieces of the puzzle fall into place, I find myself standing at the precipice of my own soul. The choice lies before me, teetering on the edge of salvation and damnation. To kill or to find another way, that is the ultimate question that begs an answer. But it's too late.
With a resolve forged in fire, I take a deep breath and plunge headfirst into the darkness, determined to reclaim the fragments of my shattered soul. Whether it be through the blade of a knife or the cunning of the mind, I'd make them pay for the pain they had inflicted.
Blade
"Scarlett, What are you doing?" I ask, staring at her as she stands over Riley, covered in his blood; the knife she's holding coated in dark red. She grins, not moving from his dead body, no emotion on her face but her eyes pierce mine with a longing look.
"I told you I was going to get you guys back. I told you I wanted to go home," she says, moving closer as she lights a cigarette, coating the paper in blood.
"Where's Nixon?" I ask, looking around the apartment.
"Dead," she says calmly, taking a step back to reveal his dead body on the couch, slightly staggering on her feet as a grim expression washes over her face.
"Why, sinner?" I ask, pulling my knife out, her eyes widening, but not in fear
"Don't you feel the pills yet, Blade?" She grins devilishly and I realized I've been played.