Nemesis

Who's The True Enemy?

Dedicated to josh341

"What happened here?"

I was on my way to school one gloomy morning when I passed by a group of people swarming at something on the highway's sidewalk. The whispering voices which filled the atmosphere added mystic to my wondering mind.

I made my way to the group and later on noticed few policemen circling at the center.

Then I saw it.

Saying that I was shocked of what I discovered is an understatement.

"How cruel this can be! Whoever did this to him is not even human!"
I heared the man beside me yelled.

My heart skipped a beat; my breathing ragged. In front of me is a lifeless man lying on the ground, bathed with his own blood. I almost throw up upon seeing his almost detached head from his neck, it was obvious even at first glance that he was being sawed.

I was motionless for a while, didn't know how to react.

It happened again and this was the second time. This is not the first time that our street have found a dead man almost beheaded and that fact was alarming for the residents here like me.

I looked intently at the victim's body.

The killer used same weapon on his previous target, even the way the two got killed was a carbon copy; brutal, heinous, and very clean—evidence was elusive. It's positive that the consecutive murders in our street only have one culprit.

Using my quivering feet, I stepped out from the group and continued to walk to where I was supposed to go. I left that day with a horrified and worried heart. This was getting worse and scarrier than I thought.

Few days after, I was proved right.

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"Hey, have you heard the news? "

From picking my things together, I was stopped by a tap on my shoulder. I turned and saw one of my close friends in the class.

"What news?"
I resumed to what I was doing and wiped my face with my handkerchief.

"There was another victim again, the third one."

The horror clipped in her voice matched with what I felt from what I heard.

I dropped whatever my hand held that moment. Just like that, fear crept up in my being.

In just few minutes, I found myself inside my dark and almost empty house.

I didn't know how to react on what I saw inside my own house. There were stains of dropped bloods along the doorstep. My breath hitched and I gulped in fear.

Fidgeting with my fingers and breathing heavily, I stepped my feet slowly and walked inside. There was no sign of a stranger aside from the bloods on the floor. My heart hammered in nervousness upon thinking that I was in a probable danger.

"I-is there anybody here?"

My voice quivered.

The trails of the bloodstains continued to the bathroom located in my bedroom. Thinking straight, I reached for my paddle placed alongside the bed and opened the bathroom's door.

The paddle fell.

The world stopped.

In front of my naked eyes is a saw, a saw filled with blood.

T-the m-murderer's weapon!

Beside it was a piece of white dress—a very familiar one—stained with dried blood.

"N-no...."

I wished my vision was just fooling my eyes as I saw in front of my shaking body a seven-letter word on the surface of the mirror written by red blood.

NEMESIS

"No. N-no... My n-name's Nemesis... W-what... W-why...Aahhhh!"

My head painfully clenched.

I was seeing different images. Blood. Saw. White dress. Dead body. Bloodshedder's hands.

I opened my eyes and saw the murderer.

That murderer was staring straightly into my eyes from the very same eyes on the reflection in the mirror.

END