Her eyes water at the sight of your grotesque dismembered corpse. Not in a rush of horror, but with a gasp of relief. Standing before her I feel her heavy breath creep down the front side of my neck, her expression falls bland. a mundane movement, anything that gives a slight indication of humanity she fears to portray.
The silence fills me with anticipation, wondering what will occur in these next 10 seconds of misery. I never thought that I would've been an accomplice to something this treacherous. "Ahem." Her voice steals my attention. Her soft angelic voice puts a mask over the malevolent woman she is. I feel the rotting blood travel beneath my feet, as I try not to flinch I feel her gaze fall upon my quivering body. As vulnerable as I seek myself to be, I have to find some courage to remove myself from this horror.
I seem to have fallen in love with a fairy tale, one so hypothetical I've fooled myself. Life is not supposed to be beautiful. As it will always end in death. Yet at this moment, one could even call me death. Your innocent mind falls way beneath the line of forgiveness. This shall not be forgiven. For it masks the beauty of guilt.
She shakes her head so effortlessly, a strand of hair falls over her shoulder. The sun hangs over my shoulders burning every piece of flesh it sights. Her eyes glance toward me, this never failed to make me nervous. As our eyes lock, the stench of your repulsive remains lingers through our noses.
The angsty, the guilt, everything floods my mind. Maybe now you'll understand, you did this. You refused to call yourself selfish, but at the moment I seemed to disobey mother, you'd somehow manage to rip out my compassion for you. That's why you lay motionless withering away without a single query.
* ONE WEEK EARLIER *
Dawn creeps in today, just like it did yesterday. A dense fog covers the skies, the world is a blur. I fall out of a haze by the calling of your name.
"Al, get your ass out of bed. Mother despises the lazy aspect of you." Your exasperating tone replays through my mind. "She wishes to meet you just beyond the corner store in an hour. Don't be late." As I watch you venture through the dark halls, I can think of twelve different ways that I can tear your body limb, from limb.
I remove the quilts from covering my partly naked body. The undeniably cool air brushes against my skin, enlightening me with an array of goosebumps.
The sound of a clock ticking constantly for the last fifty minutes has stained my memory. And yet it still hasn't managed to remove this repulsive image I have of you.
As I reveal myself to my phone, I read six unread messages from my mother. I can feel her displeased expression just by glancing over her cruel words. Similar to my sister, this woman has no filter. Her manipulative, troublesome, and just utterly disrespectful traits never seem to vanish from my head.
* A FEW MINUTES LATER *
This woman I fear looks quite familiar. She has been following the same path I've been on for the last seven minutes. Her eyes filled with complete tranquility, her lips soft, and her hair gliding behind her as she walks swiftly through the cool breeze.
The sense of death passes through me, a chill almost. As I stare quite obviously at the prepossessing woman before me, our eyes meet. My knees fall weak and I ought to believe if she feels like this also. Her persistence travels far, she portrays confidence. I see a smile lift upon her face, she moves toward me. Nervously I brush myself off removing any dust or filth.
"Kali." I stand in silence. "my name, it's Kali." My tongue presses against my lip as I smile slightly. "Ethan." we both stand before one another clueless on what to say. "well Ethan, it's nice to meet you." Her angelic voice flows through my mind "Likewise".
She shakes her head so effortlessly, a strand of hair falls over her shoulder. Her eyes glance toward me, which didn't fail to make me nervous. Our eyes lock. "ahem, well I should be going." Her soft, angelic voice steals my attention. "Right, my mother is waiting should head off as well." As I begin to walk away she grabs my wrist and smirks, she places a small letter in my left pocket. I find myself lost in her eyes, as she turns away I struggle to keep myself from following her. She intregues me, amuses me.
I have a feeling we will meet again soon...
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Malevolent
HorrorA story about a young man who despises his eldest sibling and his disrespectful mother. He soon crosses paths with a Malevolent woman who catches his eyes. She persuades him to commit a terrible crime, while also fortuitously seducing him... Terribl...
