Cop's Den 33 [✓]

Relic Number 100.

I slowly peeped into the room...
The walls had paintings and pictures of trippy images.

The room had a weird feeling to it.. My heart feared something.

Not the trippy images...
Something unknown, yet again..

The girl was right there.

She was sitting on a chair and showing his back, stood a man, wearing a mask...

He was doing something, perhaps preparing a weapon..

He turned towards the girl. He held a knife, it's sharp tip shining in the dull light of the room.

He moved close to the girl,he looked at the knife, like he was admiring it.
"Relic Number 100!", he said. His eyes wrinkled, as the cloth of the mask traced his smile, from one ear to the other. So wide a smile, so malevolent...

The girl didn't fight him back..

Maybe she had lost hope.
Maybe she knew this was coming..
Maybe...

I realised that I had to save her.
But my feet didn't move. My body didn't go with my thoughts, I stood there idle.
The man moved in more close, pointing the knife right at her ocean blue eyes, that looked into his defiantly, not holding the fear of death.

He slowly opened his mask.. His face... It....

Something got into me.
The feet I couldn't move, moved forward without my consent and I stood there at door revealing myself..

And there stood Arthur.... Looking at me like the sky had fallen down......

His smile was gone, the madness on his face faded. Totally..

This world is vicious after all...

I thought to myself.

The thought sunk deep in my head as tears rolled down my cheeks... I didn't know why?!

What kind of a feeling was this even!

I couldn't run from him nor fight that feeling.

I said nothing. Silence filled the long hallway...

He dropped the knife in his hand.
His eyes were shining with tears that filled up... But.. why?

His face seemed to drown in guilt.

"We shall sure meet again, Rose",
he said. Those words repeated in my head.

Even though my mind loved the moments with him, meeting again... Like this?!
I could feel my heart sink deep into the ocean of feelings .

He was not the Arthur I saw..
Those moments where he held me flashed..
I couldn't believe he was my Arthur...
'My'? When was he mine? My conscience chuckled.

Maybe I should have looked deeper into his soul.
I couldn't overcome the feeling,but the girl's life, it was I, who had to save her.

I buried all the stupid feelings, picked my nearest weapon and threw it at his head.
He fell down, squealing..

I pulled the girl and ran away from danger, feelings and... him.

I ran as the tears flew in the air.

Outside when we saw, the car and the officials, both had vanished!
Ok now wasn't the moment to panic or to stop.
We ran ahead...
Suddenly, from nowhere Arthur stood, blocking our way.

My conscience said me,"Run Rose, do something. The girl's life... It's in your hands!"

But the heart wouldn't listen... This was the heart's affair. This is what my heart feared maybe...
Deception.

I still couldn't see him as a Psychotic Monster. He was still my sunflower.

He raised the baseball bat and came to hit my head.
My legs? Numb.
They wouldn't move.
I looked into his eyes. Maybe this was the last diving into the souls...
He pulled back the bat to himself, he couldn't do it.

I felt the girl cling onto my hand. I could feel her fear vibrating through my body.. I turned to look at her....

BANG!

He hit my head.

THUD!

I fell....
I saw him, tears flowing , not from mine but from his eyes.
I closed my eyes slowly, thinking to myself,

"The mutual crap...."
And everything turned dark......