Curiosity Killed the Cat
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Blood.
The crimson color stained her alabaster skin.
Tears.
They poured down the length of her cheeks.
Sweat.
It lined her brows, furrowed down upon her glazed cerulean eyes.
Death.
This was to be her demise, and it wasn't at all like the fairytale ending she'd pictured when she was a child. Happily ever after was once again an ending given to somebody else.
The past, her memories...
She could barely even remember how she had come to be in this predicament. Where, in the path she had taken in life, had she gone so terribly wrong?
The man lingering over her motionless body certainly couldn't answer these questions for her. Nor did it seem that he felt inclined to be merciful and end her suffering. Instead he stood there, loitering, a blood-stained blade held in his firm grasp...
"If I.." As she spoke, crimson liquid poured down her chin. She choked on the blood and bile within her throat, swallowing half and spitting the other out. It was at this point that she decided talking was a useless attempt. After all, that man wasn't going to listen to her ramble; he probably didn't care what her last words were.
Would my family care? She wondered silently as her vision began to haze over, the end drawing near. Would they wonder why I got murdered, and how it came to be? It was in these final moments that she had begun regretting the past few days. After all, that's when everything had gone wrong.
Yeah, she could remember it vividly.... The day everything had started messing up.
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Brrrrrrrring! Brrrrrrrrrrrrinnggg!
"Elly, is that your phone?"
Inserting her hand into the black leather purse hanging off the edge of her slender shoulder, Elly produced a pink cell phone. Heart stickers littered the front and back of it, a boisterous melody playing. The screen on the front of the phone told her what was already perfectly obvious; she had a phone call.
"Hello?" Her soprano voice rang, thin rosy lips moving perfectly to the words as though it were a melody she was singing.
"Can you come home soon, Shelly? We have guests coming over." Was the calm reply of her mother.
Elly was a mere nickname she had acquired through her friends, and as much as she had urged her parents to use it as well, they refused. "Shelly is the name we gave you, why call you anything other than that?" They would say.
"Sure," she answered, a bit disappointed that her shopping trip would be cut short so soon, "I'll be there in five minutes."
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Snapping the phone shut in a rather noisy fashion, she shoved it back into her purse before zipping it closed again. A soft sigh escaped her lips, eyes shutting momentarily before she glanced over at her friend.
"I'm sorry, Lizzy. My parents want me to go home now. I'll see you in school tomorrow."
The girl smiled in reply, her tawny-brown tresses jutting down to her chin and curving swiftly under. "Okay," she said, "See ya tomorrow, Elly!" With a wave, Lizzy shuffled off, heading toward one of the exits to the mall.
This left Elly to take the opposite route, as the two lived in two entirely different parts of town. Luckily for Elly, it would only take about five minutes exactly to reach her home from here. It wasn't all that far.
With a skip in her step and a smile on her face, Elly exited the mall and walked down the sidewalk. A swift zephyr buffeted her diminutive form. Amber rays illuminated her sun-kissed, supple skin. Thanks to the summer, she had acquired an elegant tan.
Approximately three minutes into her walk home, she noticed an alley to the left side of her. Although it was all the way across the street and darkened by lack of sunlight, she could make out the silhouette of a man. He had pale skin and high cheekbones, dark circles underlining his emerald eyes as he glanced up at her. In his long, bony fingers appeared to be a cigarette, a thin line of smoke rising from it and into the air before dissipating. All in all, he appeared to be approximately eighteen years-old.
Elly found herself captivated by his attractiveness, and allured by the mystery of this man she'd never before seen. Though she wasn't sure why she felt the impulse to scuttle right over to him and inquire as to who he was and where he was from, she refused to allow herself. Even though she was sixteen, she still followed the rule her parents taught her when she was a child.
"Never talk to strangers."
It seemed that he had already removed his gaze from her, anyways. Instead, he was glancing up at the sky above, admiring the beautiful pastels that mingled together.
Well, it wouldn't hurt to just say hello. He is a cute guy after all. Or so she thought.
Elly had always been a bit of a shallow person; if someone looked good, then obviously they had to be a good person. This was perfect reasoning, right? For, God would make people beautiful outside, if they were good inside. At least, that seemed to be her belief.
Scuffling across the street, Elly made her way to the man, stopping just short of the alleyway that the man stood in. She didn't wish to get any closer, for fear of the lack of light within. Here, the distance between her and the man were perfect though; she could see him, and even hear him as he exhaled smoke.
His intense emerald eyes cast a glance over at her. "What?" The man's tone was neither polite, nor was it particularly rude.
"I'm Shelly," She said, attempting a seductive voice.
He quirked a brow in response, "Alright..."
A bit infuriated by his lack of interest, she persisted, "What's your name?"
Putting the butt of the cigarette to his mouth, he inhaled, closing his eyes. By the expression on his face, it seemed that he was experiencing complete bliss. As though this simple cigarette of his had removed all worries in his life.
"It's Sol," he said, finally.
She blinked rapidly, making a disgusted expression upon her face. "Sol?"
A smirk teased his lips as he replied in an amused tone, "It's my name."
"I know that!"
He felt inclined to laugh, but denied himself the pleasure. "Sol Kruiz, to be exact. Not that my name really matters. Why do you ask such a trivial question?"
"Curiosity," she replied with a smile, fluttering her lashes at him.
Her attempts to be seductive only made her seem more and more like an inexperienced child. Perhaps this is why he chose to ignore it. "Alright, then. You know my name. Now shouldn't you be going back home?"
Averting her eyes, she tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Probably so, but what if I would rather stay here and talk to you?"
"I don't care what you do."
She narrowed her eyes; this man was simply impossible! He wasn't falling for her beauty, or trying to get her to stick around and talk to him. In fact, he didn't even seem to really care if she fell off the face of the planet! "Fine! Then I'll just leave."
Sol glanced up, as though her aggressive attitude had finally caught his attention. "Elly, right?"
If she wasn't livid with anger, Elly might've been more appreciative of his recognition. "What do you want?" She asked in a surly tone.
"I'll be here tomorrow, too." He said, leaning off of the wall and flicking the butt out of his slender fingers. Sol exhaled the smoke before shuffling down the alleyway and further into the darkness. All that lay in his wake was the remnants of the cigarette he had smoked.
That was the beginning. Where the road of life that Elly had been traversing for so long split. She was unsure of which fork in the road to take. The decision seemed so simple back then; come back tomorrow and see Sol or forget that he existed at all. However, things weren't so simple. Not then, and not now...
When the next day came, at four o'clock, Elly joined Lizzy and the two continued their shopping spree. Even though Elly was usually into looking for clothes, and splurging her money on a new pair of jeans, she wasn't that day. No, even Lizzy recognized the strange change in Elly's behavior.
"What's wrong?" She would ask.
Elly would merely shake her head and reply that nothing was wrong. In truth, there hadn't been anything wrong; everything was right. Somehow the sixteen year-old had been feeling particularly happy that day, not because she'd gotten good grades. Not because her crush had smiled at her. Nor was it due to the cooks at school serving her favorite lunch.
Yesterday she had been acknowledge by someone older, someone 'cool'. That was enough to excite her and make her day dream and fantasize.
As six o'clock rolled around, however, Elly deserted Lizzy without hardly a word. She immediately made her way back to the alleyway she'd met 'Sol' at the previous day. When she arrived, though, she found that it was empty and void of the dark-haired man.
That's strange, she thought, he said he would be here at the same time today.
At first she was optimistic, assuming that he was just a little bit late... Then ten minutes passed. By then, she was feeling a little disheartened, but still held onto the naive belief that he would come back to meet her.
Twenty-five minutes later... Elly was heart broken and furious; she had waited and waited for 'Sol' to show up, but he was nowhere in sight! The only thing she was capable of spotting down within the alleyway was a dirty, bearded man who was too busy digging through trash cans searching for food to even notice her presence.
Well, Sol went down this alley yesterday, right? So he must live somewhere around here. Or so she reasoned. I'll just have to go look for him, it shouldn't be too hard, I'm sure.
Perhaps it was the stubborn side of her that was pushing her to make this foolish mistake. Then again, maybe it was blind infatuation that prompted Elly to amble down into the alleyway that night. Whichever was the reason, it was surely one she would've taken back if she could have...
Crumbled papers and old cans littered the dirty asphalt of the alleyway. As she made her way down, deeper into the darkness, Elly found that there were several doors on either building beside her. She was almost tempted to knock, but fear held her back. In fact, the farther she went the more afraid she became. It had already been five minutes, and she could still not see the end of the alleyway ahead of her. When looking back, she encountered the same terrifying thing.
Maybe I should go back...
"Shelly, right?"
Jerking her head around, the teenage female squealed, falling backward and onto her bottom. Her eyes were large, round circles, widened from surprise. Elly's mouth hung ajar as she breathed, heavily.
"I was wondering when you would wander down here." Sol said, pulling the cigarette from his mouth and exhaling the smoke. In the darkness it was hard to distinguish those two emerald orbs, peering over at her.
"W-what do you mean!?" She demanded angrily, leaping to her feet and narrowing her eyes at him.
He cocked his head to the side, "Well, I did say that I would be here again today. I assumed you would be foolish enough to come back and seek me."
"Then why weren't you where you said you would be?" With this, she stomped her foot like an angry child, as though demanding him to bow down to her. Elly had been spoiled by her parents and so naturally she thought that if she threw a fit with a stranger they would bend to her every whim.
"Hm? I was right where I said I would be. Don't you remember? I said I would be here today, and I'm here, after all." He released a slight chuckle, something rare for Sol to do. "You don't read in-between the lines very well, kid."
Curling her fingers into a fist, she responded in a livid, yet quiet tone, "I'm not a child, so don't you dare call me a 'kid''."
Pressing the end of his cigarette against the cold, amber-colored brick wall, he dropped the butt to the ground. Outstretching his hand, he grasped Elly's wrist, fingers gently caressing her skin. "Come," he said, or more or less demanded, "I'll let you see something special. You can even prove to me that you're not a child."
"I'm not having sex with you!" She said instantly, ripping her arm away from his grasp.
Sol glanced at her for a moment, and noticed the serious expression upon her face, then promptly burst out into a fit of hearty laughter. Eventually it died down into a minor chuckle, where he was holding his sides and finally regaining the ability to speak, "I don't want to have sex with you, Shelly."
Elly wasn't sure whether or not to be offended by this, but merely brushed the comment off. Instead, she proceeded to inquire about what exactly this 'special something' was. "What is it that you wanted to show me, then?"
He made a motion for her to follow him before departing from her side and making his way to a nearby door. It hardly looked appealing; it was green with peeling paint and a rusty handle. Elly was skeptical about Sol even being able to open it, due to how old it looked.
"Aa, sometimes it's a bit tough to open," he said, yanking on the knob. It seemed to take all of his strength to finally get the rusty contraption to finally budge. Dim amber light poured into the alleyway, covering Sol's taut body. He didn't even hesitate to step inside, disappearing from Elly's view.
The door was left ajar in his wake, allowing her to enter if she wished to. As it was, the sixteen year-old knew that she had to be getting home soon, and if she took the time to go with Sol then she would be late. As it was, she would still probably break curfew.
This is the chance of a life time, she told herself, he's a cute guy willing to share some of his secrets with me. I bet it's something really romantic, right? I'll just take a look and if it's just a waste of time I'll leave and make up an excuse to my parents.
Elly advanced toward the door, grasping the knob and closing it behind her. Light flooded her vision, forcing her to close her eyes.
"Come on." Sol urged impatiently, grasping her wrist and roughly pulling her along with him.
Although Elly had only really 'known' him since yesterday, it seemed a bit odd for Sol to be acting so strangely. He had seemed like such a laid-back, calm person, and here he was trying to rush her. The thought that danger was only around the corner never even crossed her mind.
"Here it is." He announced, pulling her into a room that was illuminated only by the glow of various vials. Many different colored liquids filled each individual glass tube. It almost seemed similar to some kind of chemistry lab.
With a gasp, Elly wandered closer, mesmerized by the amazing sight. Although she had never been into Science, she always wanted to see the northern lights, and no doubt this is the closest thing she'd probably ever see.
"What are all of these?" She inquired.
Sol's face was expressionless, and he merely stared at her, rather than replying.
This didn't seem to faze Elly; she was too preoccupied circling around the ivory table, watching the different liquids mix themselves together to bother with scolding Sol for ignoring her question.
"Help..." Came a dry voice from the corner of the room, forcing Elly to scream and fall back onto her bottom.
Glancing over at the source of the noise, she saw a hand protruding from a celled cage in the corner.
"Help me... Please, help..." The voice pleaded.
"W-what's th-that?" She asked frantically, glancing back at Sol with wide eyes.
He smiled wearily, "That's a homeless man I took in a few days ago. He's been helping me since then. Although it seems that he's not as gracious now as he was when he first arrived. Probably because he's suffering from one of the many side-effects."
Elly furrowed her brows, "What do you mean by 'side-effects'?" She was beginning to slowly catch onto the whole deadly scheme, and with every moment that passed she found the fear growing stronger and stronger.
Sol sighed to himself. "It's too bad that you didn't just go home yesterday when I told you to."
That was enough to answer her question; Elly wasn't going to stick around to find out why Sol had said such a thing. She leaped to her feet and attempted to scramble past him, but it was obviously to no avail. Sol merely grabbed her upper-arm, stopping her dead in her tracks.
"Let go!" She demanded.
His glazed eyes peered over at her, a haunting glint within them as he drawled, "I don't want to get violent. Just hold still."
The hell if she was going to do that! Elly might've been naive enough to enter the god-forsaken building but she wasn't about to stay in it. She struggled with every bit of strength that she could muster—which wasn't much, considering she'd never had any talent at sports and had always skipped gym class.
Sol, having already warned her, aimed his fist directly for her stomach. As he collided with her abdomen, Elly doubled over in pain, darkness rapidly consuming her vision.
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Immense throbbing pain wracked her head as her eyelids fluttered open. Elly groaned as she rose to a sitting position, cradling her aching forehead against her hand.
"Shh!" A voice urged, warm breath caressing her ear.
Jerking her head around, Elly came face to face with the homeless man she'd seen reaching out to her before. His face was quite literally a puddle of wrinkles, his soft blue eyes barely visible. Like a patch of dying grass, his gray hair was course and withered.
"They'll hear you..." He said, quite obviously paranoid as he glanced cautiously over at the walls.
"Okay..." In her stupor she agreed to his ridiculous request, too preoccupied trying to figure out what was going on exactly. It was hard for Elly to concentrate, however, when it felt like her brain was being torn to shreds.
"That morbid man, Sol, he put that fluid in you." The jittery man informed, backing up to the corner and plopping down on his bottom. Hugging his knees, he hid his face behind them, as if afraid to look at Elly.
Peering over at him, she inquired, "What fluid are you talking about?"
"Those syringes have nasty things in them, yeah. I got the green liquid. DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU HAVE THE GREEN FLUID!?" He bellowed, suddenly bursting out into an angry fit. The entire man's body began shaking as he fell forward onto his hands and knees, face leaning closer toward her.
Elly didn't feel inclined to lean away from him; she was too busy trying to massage her forehead in hopes the pain would subside. However, she played along with his strange antics, and responded in a polite tone, "No. What does the green stuff do?"
"The voices.." He murmured, huddling back into the corner and closing his eyelids. "Since he gave me this one, they haven't stopped talking to me. Yes, I hear them all the time. They never stop talking. ALWAYS THOSE WORDS!! Death, death, blood. Kill it! KILL IT!" As he screamed out these words, he held his head, bashing it into the wall.
Just watching the sadistic old fool hurt himself gave Elly a headache. Therefore, she solved the problem by averting her eyes and looking out through the metal bars.
It seemed that Sol had left, for the room was deserted, and the only company she had was the liquid flowing through the tubes. As well as a few syringes, some full and some empty, like the old man was speaking of. They laid idle upon the surface of the table, near the vials and test tubes.
Finally it seemed the old man calmed down, for he collapse onto the floor and rolled over onto his back. Elly would've thought him dead if he didn't start speaking again. "The green is better than the pink. That's what he gave you, yeah. It does nasty things... Worse than voices."
Perspiration was pouring down the length of her face. It suddenly seemed so hot in here to Elly, despite her fingers being numb from the frigid air. Her body temperature seemed to be completely out of commission.
"The pink vial, haha, you got that one!" He laughed, mirth shining in those dim eyes, "I've only seen him give one other person that vial, haha! Do you think he'll give you an antidote...?"
This caught Elly's attention. "Antidote? What are you talking about?"
He laughed in reply, a deranged expression donning his face as he rolled around on the floor, as if it was the most hilarious thing he'd ever encountered.
Elly, on the other hand, found this to be no laughing matter. Her life was at stake and here was some old fool laughing at her pain.
"Tell me about the antidote!" She demanded.
Finally, his laughter died down and the old man was able to sit back up again. "I don't know about any antidote," he said in a clueless tone, "What are you talking about?"
Her patience had snapped, and Elly wasn't sure whether it was anger or the liquid coursing through her body that drove her to do what she did next. Either way, she whipped around and her fingers instantly curled around the elderly man's neck. She squeezed and squeezed, even as the feeble old fool tried to struggle, punching and clawing her arms.
"Stop..." He gasped, "I'll tell you."
Although she was hesitant to release him, for fear that he would retaliate or otherwise refuse to tell her, Elly let go of his throat. Backing away from the old man, she allowed him a bit of space and some oxygen before prompting him to keep to his promise, "Well? Tell me!"
"The antidote is that bubbling purple liquid, there. See? See!? He has one of them in a syringe!!" The old man exclaimed, pointing over toward the table.
"So that's the cure, then?"
He gave a firm nod, but continued further, "See? See the blue one!? That's the one that killed Martin. The poor little boy sat in his cell crying as the drug coursed through his body! MOMMY, he would cry, MOMMY COME SAVE ME! NO ONE WILL HELP ME MOMMY!?" The old man wailed in anguish as he doubled over on the floor, bursting into tears.
Although Elly couldn't say much about the old man's sanity, she was confident that he knew about the different liquids. After all, the old man was the only one in the room with her that would carry such knowledge, other than Sol, who wasn't present.
Sol, that b*****d, she cursed angrily inside, how could he do this to me? I don't understand what's going on at all!!
This seemed to be a question the old man was willing to answer for her, once he gained his (temporary) sanity. For Elly didn't even have to inquire, the fool just began babbling about it.
"That man, that Sol Kruiz!!" He exclaimed, waving his arms about in an exaggerated manner, "He was going to be a doctor! Then what happened? She died. His little sister died because of a medical disaster; those surgeons killed her!!"
"His sister..?"
"Then... THEN! He came here. Just to try a few drugs. Liquids that could save lives!? He tried while all of the other doctors and scientists were too afraid! Dropped right out of his college, and then he came... Came to the homeless people and offered them a place to stay. Yeah, I wasn't able to see Karen after that!! So I came... I came to be here, too... To be with my Karen! AND WHAT HAPPENED TO US!? HE GAVE HER THE BLACK LIQUID! SHE COULDN'T MOVE ANYMORE! She rotted... Rotted in her cell beside me. Crying, and sobbing... She said,'Please! Please Rob, oh save me, Rob!' EXPECTING THAT I COULD HELP!?!?" The old man pounded his fists against the floor angrily for a few moments before finally collapsing and quieting himself.
Elly could say that she was relieved by the result of his hyperactive blabbering. At least the old man had provided her with a fair bit of valuable information. By now she could conclude that Sol Kruiz was a college drop-out who had come here to test various chemicals in hopes of being able to use them to save lives. At least, that's how it seemed. She could guess that most of the homeless people in the area were probably dead by now.
It was likely that Sol had used those people because they had no family, no friends, no links to the outer world. So, naturally, if they went missing it wouldn't be reported to the police and displayed over the media!
So, then, if he used up all the homeless people... Then all he had left to use was citizens of the city? Elly's eyes widened at this revelation. She wasn't sure what to think, or how to react. If he had taken her so easily, then no doubt Sol was out taking other civilians.
Suddenly a door creaked open and heavy footsteps played across the concrete floor as an ebony-haired man came into the weak light illuminating the room. As Elly had suspected, it was Sol, who had actually returned completely by himself. Paying her no heed, the morbid man made his way to the table, retrieving one of the syringes before approaching her cell door with a key.
Elly prayed it would be the purple vial he was bringing to her. For she knew of what the other ones carried by now, after hearing the words of the old fool laying motionless behind her. Perhaps that is why she knew of her impending doom when she spotted the black liquid contained within the tube.
"What are the side-effects, so far?" Sol inquired.
Elly merely narrowed her eyes; she wasn't about to speak to this person who had betrayed her, brought her here, and drugged her.
"Looks minor. That's good," he said, inserting the key into the lock. With one small twist there was a clanking sound as the door opened. "Step outside," Sol instructed, making a motion for Elly to exit.
It felt as though her limbs were a bit stiff, but Elly didn't pay them any mind. She still managed to land a surprise kick, square in Sol's crotch area. The morbid man doubled over instantly, a look of anguish on his handsome features. The syringe he had held in his hand clattered onto the floor beside him.
Elly broke into a run, sprinting over the table and whisking up the syringe with the lavender fluid. She was a bit hesitant at first, but eventually plunged the needle into her arm, forcing every last droplet of the liquid into her system.
"Y... You idiot...!" Sol muttered, still hunched over, "That's the liquid I gave you before... Now you overdosed...! There's a 90% chance of you having that side-effect..."
As the medical instrument collided with the ground the vial shattered, the sound reverberating off the empty walls as the golden-haired female fell to her knees, wide-eyed. It felt as though the blood coursing through her veins was bubbling. It seemed that her neck was the worse place, for it burned like lava from a volcano.
"B... But he said that... This was the antidote..."
"Rob? He's been experiencing a serious side effect for some time now... So his memory isn't completely intact. The black liquid is what helps flush the other drugs out of your system."
Elly began clawing at her neck, her elongated nails scrapping harshly against her velvet skin as she stood and staggered over toward Sol. "Give it to me!" She demanded hysterically.
"It's no use!" He retorted, still crouched down the floor in a half-curled position, the syringe with the black liquid held firmly in his grasp, "No amount I can give you now will reverse the damage!"
The blonde-haired female turned her back on him and scrambled over to the door. "I'll go to the hospital; they'll help me!" She screamed, forcing the metal blockade open and darting out into the alleyway.
Even while she sprinted down toward the street, she continued to scrape her nails against her skin. So far there were only light pink marks and half-torn skin. Luckily she had yet to break a hole in her neck.
By the time Elly finally reached the street, bloody was pouring down the length of her neck as well as her slender fingers. As much as she tried to stop from touching her neck, it was as though her fingers had a mind of their own.
The nearest hospital.. Where is it!? She wondered frantically, jerking her head this way and that way, eyes searching hungrily for any sign of that red cross. However, her hopes were to no avail as her mind finally recall that the nearest hospital was at least a thirty minute walk away. Judging by the amount of blood loss so far, it wouldn't be fifteen before she was bleeding to death.
I have to find a house... A house... An apartment... A ******** phone! She concluded, spotting one through the darkness of the night on the opposite side of the street. Elly wasted no time in scuttling across the street, narrowly dodging a few passing cars.
Bumping shoulders with a few rough looking people, Elly clambered up the metal stair case. Finding the nearest door, she grasped the knob and shoved it open. Much to her satisfaction, and luck, someone had neglected to lock their apartment. It appeared to be due to their presence in the house, as an older man came running to the entrance.
"What are you doing in here!?" He demanded.
"I don't have time for bull s**t!" She quipped, punching him in the chest. Elly had never been one to be violent, but she was frantic right now. This was a life of death situation, and she prioritized herself over the strangers she met.
Making her way into the kitchen, Elly retrieved an ivory-colored phone, almost ripping it off the cradle. She propped it up against her by using her shoulder, since one of her hands was occupied with killing her. With her single free hand, she managed to dial 9-1-1.
Beep... Beep... Beep...
"********!" She screamed, slamming the phone against the counter.
The man who had previously "greeted" her entered the kitchen as well. It seemed that he was a bit kinder than she had first anticipated, because instead of demanding she leave or attacking her, he spoke calmly. "What's the problem?"
"I don't have the ******** time!" Elly howled as she pushed past him, scuttling out into the hallway of the apartment and trying the next door she could find.
Locked.
At this point she collapsed onto her knees, sobbing and screaming. It was inevitable, even if she didn't want to accept it; death was closing in and there wasn't anything Elly could do to stop it.
"Hey, hey!" The familiar man's voice hollered as he hurried over to her side, "What's going on? Stop scratching your neck, you're bleeding!"
"******** you!" She responded, shoving him away and getting back to her feet. The urge to claw at her neck was so dire that even if she wanted to at this point it simply wasn't possible. Her own vile fluids stained her clothing as she widened the small holes she had created into her neck, worsening the wound.
Elly entered the same apartment she had before, making her way back into the kitchen. She opened each drawer until she found the one carrying knives. Snatching up the largest, sharpest one she could find, she plunged it into her throat. It wasn't that she wanted to, she had to. There wasn't any choice. Her limbs had moved on their own.
"Stop!" Came the resounding voice of the tawny-haired male, as he ripped the kitchen utensil from her hand. Despite his attempts, though, it was too late.
Her body tumbled over onto the ground, half-curled. A pool of blood formed beneath her body, speckles of crimson scattered across the entire kitchen. The blade that the man held in his hand held a scarlet glint as well, the thick liquid becoming caked onto the surface of the metal as it dried.
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Yes, that's right; Elly could remember exactly what had happened and how she had come to be in this predicament, after all.
"If I could've just..." She sputtered droplets of blood all over herself, as well as the white floor. "Seen that... Coming... I wouldn't have been played... For a fool."
"Don't speak!" The man urged,"We can still get you some help, just hold on here, I'll be right back. I'm going to call the police."
He left before she had a moment to protest.
Too bad... I can't hold on a little longer...
Elly's eyes hazed over, and she finally released her grasp upon consciousness, and plummeted down into the depths of darkness... Into death.
Friday, April 13th at 12:30 AM... The recorded time and date of death for Shelly O'Van. The autopsy revealed that there were no drugs or alcohol in her system at the time of her death. However, the O'Van family produced files containing a diagnosis of schizophrenia from several doctors. Her death was therefore deemed a suicide, and left unquestioned.
