One more swig might make the torment stop. He took another gulp from the glass in his hand. The poison burned his throat, stung his eyes, and seared through his mind. He walked to the window and looked outside as the rain pelted the glass he was looking through. That was soothing. Why should his brain be the only one getting pelted!” Yeah! If I am getting pelted by the torrent someone else should as well. Someone more deserving. He looked at his watch. “Two p.m.? Why is it so dark then?” The sinister blanket of black vapor had completely smothered any sign of daytime. More rain. More pelting. He took a deep breath and downed all of the spirit in his glass into the spirit that was raging tormented, within him.
Diamond cuts diamond. Iron cuts iron. Will torture cut torture? His eyes glinted dangerously and he stormed out of his room carelessly throwing the glass in his hand behind him. The crashing sound of the glass was lost in the pelting on the window.
“What a dark, dark day!” She thought looking at the window. It gave her a nervous sensation and she did not like it. She was the epitome of confidence and menace. She took pride in it. The long forgotten sensation of fear and nervousness, now creeping back up her spine, annoyed her. She shook her head to throw it off but only got a shudder in return. One of the windows flew open due to the gust of the wind letting a violent spray of rain in. As she rushed to the window and closed it, half drenched, the door to her room flew open. She turned around terrified. “Why didn’t I switch on the lights? It’s as if it’s night. Who’s that?” she peered, looking at the shadow shutting the door. Maintaining a pretense of audacity, she walked toward the door. The shadow turned around and just as he did, a streak of lightning shone bright, illuminating his face, revealing his sinister visage for a heartbeat before everything was dark again.
“What are you doing here?”
“Whom else did you expect. When you sow hatred, you reap the same. I am hatred personified. And here I am to shower all over you.You want me right? You will have me then.” He said with a cold finality as he approached her.
“Get out! You don’t scare me. You don’t know me well enough. I’ll destroy you, you pathetic weakling!”
“You already did. What’s left ain’t no weakling!” he said in a whisper that chilled her blood.
“You know what I can do to those you care about. I’ll torment the hell out of them.”
“You already did. They are barely living. Nothing you do can hurt them anymore. And if you try…” He pulled her by her hand, his vice like grip digging deep into her arms, “I swear to Satan, I will kill you. I got nothing to lose anymore.” he hissed close to her right ear.
“What do you want?” she asked shivering now, truly scared and unable to hide it. It seemed like they were in the middle of nowhere, not a sound except the violent pelting of rain on the window and the maddening howling of wind outside. He was walking her towards the wall, leading her from behind. “Why? Maybe I should shout. That will show him.” she thought fearfully. But just as she did, a large hand clamped her mouth shut.
“Not today. There will be plenty of time to shout later and for good reason. But right now you will quietly take the same pounding you have given me.”
Her face was now pressed against the wall. What is he going to do? Her mind shouted. All of a sudden an immense agony racked her being, stung her eyes, and seared through her brain. Intense fear made her panic but she couldn’t shout. She tried to wriggle free but it made the agony worse.
“Do you want to be free?” he whispered.
She nodded furiously.
“Then, when I turn you around I want to see fear in your eyes. If I don’t I will try harder.”
She nodded again.
Slowly he turned her around and looked into her hateful eyes and finally saw that which eased his pain. He was no longer holding her mouth shut but she was unable to speak. A violent clap of thunder shook the room and her inherent ugliness distorted her beautiful face, drenching it in terror. That satisfied him. “Why don’t I do the act and finish it forever?” he thought clutching at her mercilessly.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. He looked at her thinking she might shout, but she seemed petrified. The knock came again. “Are you all right?” A soft voice inquired.
He flinched back at the sound of that voice. It was the voice of sunshine. It cut through the darkness. It made him stop at the fine line he was about to cross between humanity and “demonicity.” He staggered back a couple steps. He looked at her again and with the remaining vileness in him, took one last chance. ” Remember. I got nothing to lose and I care crap about anyone now. I’ll get you!” With that he turned around, walked to the door and unlocked it. It was still dark, and still stormy. And although he could not see her and she him, he knew she was sunshine. He breathed in her vigor that pulled him back from the fine line to keep him on the side of humanity. Then he marched off, leaving her staring behind him curiously.
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This idea was stuck in my brain and wouldn’t leave. So I thought I’d get it out of my system. It’s upto your interpretation. The characters are from IB and DBO. But you decide who is who. If you are not totally angry with me for writing this then share your thoughts with me. I’d love to read them. Thanks.