Post by Robbie Hope on Apr 13, 2021 21:57:42 GMT -6
I slid the black tip of the match along the side of the box, hearing the hiss of the ignition and feeling the tickling of my nostrils from the aroma of burning sulfur. I lit the wick of the candle, watching the dark room illuminate. My Pet sat at the other end of the table, his sunken eyes heavy with anguish and desperation and exhaustion. He rubbed his fingers along the scabbed wounds on his wrists from weeks of being shackled. He felt freedom, for the first time since he emerged from underground.
What is your name?
He remained still. Silent.
Do you remember?
He nodded his head and looked around the room. Having been used to the pained cries, the silence spoke volumes..
Where is the Other?
I didn’t answer him. My eyes began to water and I gently placed his hands in mine. I stared deep into his eyes, hoping one day he’d forgive me.
Is he hurt?
I nodded my head gently, pulling his hand up to my cheek. I rubbed the back of his hand along my cheek to wipe away the first tears I’d let fall since I arrived in Las Vegas.
He was my friend!
His voice roared and he pulled his hand away, slamming his fist on the table. The candle tipped over, and the melted wax dripped from the table to his exposed and infected hand. He didn’t seem to feel it.
What is your name?
Vincent. Vincent Scavo.
Something began to dawn on me. Like I’d heard this name before.
Have… have we met before? Before all this?
He appeared confused.
I thought that’s why you were doing this. She lied to you. She didn’t get us all.
What are you talking about?
Lissie…
Who… the fuck… is Lissie?
You.
I rose from my chair, the realization finally dawning on me. I had an entire life before Las Vegas, before I arrived here looking for a new beginning. It was a life I had sought an escape from. I wanted release.
But I knew there was only one way I would achieve it.
I stood behind Vincent.
I unsheathed my blade.
And I held it to his fucking throat.
Do it.
I pressed the steel against his skin, feeling his flesh tear. Droplets of warm blood landed on my hand. He closed his eyes, accepting his final punishment.
KNOCK
KNOCK
KNOCK
“LAS VEGAS POLICE! OPEN UP!”
I heard the boot crash against the doorknob, knocking the old, dilapidated wood off of it’s hinges. A team of officers stormed the apartment, and I dropped the knife. They wrestled me to the ground, placing my hands behind my back in cuffs.
“ELISABETH HOPE… YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR THE KIDNAPPING AND TORTURE OF DIEGO LASTRA AND VINCENT SCAVO. SIR, ARE YOU OKAY?”
I looked at the doorway.
There stood Officer Darren Marsh.
What is your name?
He remained still. Silent.
Do you remember?
He nodded his head and looked around the room. Having been used to the pained cries, the silence spoke volumes..
Where is the Other?
I didn’t answer him. My eyes began to water and I gently placed his hands in mine. I stared deep into his eyes, hoping one day he’d forgive me.
Is he hurt?
I nodded my head gently, pulling his hand up to my cheek. I rubbed the back of his hand along my cheek to wipe away the first tears I’d let fall since I arrived in Las Vegas.
He was my friend!
His voice roared and he pulled his hand away, slamming his fist on the table. The candle tipped over, and the melted wax dripped from the table to his exposed and infected hand. He didn’t seem to feel it.
What is your name?
Vincent. Vincent Scavo.
Something began to dawn on me. Like I’d heard this name before.
Have… have we met before? Before all this?
He appeared confused.
I thought that’s why you were doing this. She lied to you. She didn’t get us all.
What are you talking about?
Lissie…
Who… the fuck… is Lissie?
You.
THE END OF THE WORLD
CHAPTER XII.
Jigsaw Falling Into Place
Jigsaw Falling Into Place
I rose from my chair, the realization finally dawning on me. I had an entire life before Las Vegas, before I arrived here looking for a new beginning. It was a life I had sought an escape from. I wanted release.
But I knew there was only one way I would achieve it.
I stood behind Vincent.
I unsheathed my blade.
And I held it to his fucking throat.
Do it.
I pressed the steel against his skin, feeling his flesh tear. Droplets of warm blood landed on my hand. He closed his eyes, accepting his final punishment.
KNOCK
KNOCK
KNOCK
“LAS VEGAS POLICE! OPEN UP!”
I heard the boot crash against the doorknob, knocking the old, dilapidated wood off of it’s hinges. A team of officers stormed the apartment, and I dropped the knife. They wrestled me to the ground, placing my hands behind my back in cuffs.
“ELISABETH HOPE… YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR THE KIDNAPPING AND TORTURE OF DIEGO LASTRA AND VINCENT SCAVO. SIR, ARE YOU OKAY?”
I looked at the doorway.
There stood Officer Darren Marsh.