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“I didn’t kill mysticat, sir.”
Ivory was scared of him
The forest around her did nothing to help, neither did the silence of the birds.
The detective had dragged her away from the mansion out into this strange part of the forest, concealed of any outsiders. The path they used to come here looked like it wasn’t used in months, no one would be around here.
And she was all alone with the him.
The one who had accused her of murdering Mysticat, the one who snuck into the mansion to question her, the one spreading lies about her, the one who was always watching her. She had started getting scared of walking alone in the creepy hallways of the building, whenever Seraptor or anyone in general walked with her through them, it helped.
But the feeling of being unsafe was never gone. He was watching her every move, trying to catch her slip, get any evidence that she had been the one to kill Mysticat. He never got it so he started stepping up his game by bringing her outside the mansion.
“You did.”
His tone was neutral yet it carried so much emotion, the need to be right, to get what she deserves.
“You. Killed. Mysticat.” he got closer, taking two steps forward into Ivory’s privacy. Almost unconsciously she took the same amount of steps backwards. But the distance didn’t make the obvious anger in his voice subside or better the situation.
“Now you’re gonna tell me exactly how and why you did it”
She kept quiet, what could she say. The only thing she could ever respond to any of his accusations was that she didn’t do it, she had no proof that she was innocent, and he had no proof that she was guilty. It was a constant back and forth arguement that would never stop.
Diverting her focus from the detectives face she briefly replayed the past moments or so in her head, stopping on a particular one of the detective putting on gloves. Glancing down she stared at the gloves he had put on for whatever reason he needed, whatever it was she didn’t like it one bit…
“Listen to me Ivory.”
His voice sharp and darkened, a clear signal that he was pissed off. She was definitely focused now.
One step forward
Her face scrunched up at the proximity, but she didn’t step back this time, afraid to even move a muscle, afraid of the consequences of not letting him have his way.
“If you don’t give me a confession… terrible things are gonna happen.”
Her body shivered, clutching her arms into each other, trying to keep herself as still as possible, not to let him know how much his words terrified her.
In her head it felt like an infinity, but it was actually less than a second until she mustered up the energy to speak. Thinking of the only thing she could respond with, it wouldn’t satisfy him, but it was better than silence. He already looked like he was on the brink of exploding from rage.
“I didn’t do it, sir.”
After the words left her mouth she already knew she shouldn’t have said that. Perhaps admitting to it would be better, going to jail for a crime she didn’t commit just so she wouldn’t have to put up with him.
“GIVE ME A CONFESSION”
The words spoken carried anger, anger that Ivory recognized before. He flailed his arms around, suddenly feeling small and tiny in front of him, she stumbled back finally. If she didn’t answer in time would he get even more mad? She was at a loss of word. Every second spent thinking felt as if it was wasting time.
“I’m- I didn’t kill her!”
Once again getting the energy to speak up for herself, felt like it was the wrong move.
“YES YOU DID!”
A sudden flicker in his eyes revealed the meaning of the gloves and the questioning in the middle of the woods, a location no one would see them. Almost immediately after, he raised his hand into a fist, so quickly that Ivory didn’t even have time to process it connecting to her head.
She fell down, hitting the hard forest ground. Pain bolt through her whole body, a jumble of different emotions raced through her head. She couldn’t think straight.
The sky above her was spinning.
What happened?
Where was she?
The sun shined brightly above her, blinding her with its rays before it was covered by an unfamiliar shadow looming over her.
It came closer…
closer..
closer.
Closer.
Until the strange figure had dropped down on top of her, gripping one of her arms in its hand, while the other lifted over its head similarly to before.
And just like before, it punched her square in her face; the force was direct and calculated, like it had done it before. Like it had planned it and wasn’t going to back down anytime soon.
She tightly clenched the left side of her jaw, her teeth wobbling slightly. She felt the blood from her gums drip down her throat, trying to cough it up, but didn’t get a chance as it wasted no time landing another blow in the exact same spot.
It continued its barrage of attacks, fury was filled in each one, targeted right at her. Each time her head landed back onto a rock behind her, sinking in deeper, each time she got flung back. Her hand that wasn’t held down was gripping down at the earth beside her, too confused to know what to do she just gripped tighter, hoping it would come to an end.
It all felt so numb, static crawled up her arms and legs, the smell of iron stuffed her nose, her vision felt pixelated and her ears were ringing, but the huffs that he took after every hit were noticeable enough.
he?
It was the detective.
As another punch landed on her face she suddenly felt the world intensify around her, the blood started circulating back to her head,noise flooded into her ears, she breathed in a cold puff of air, starting to move her legs around.
Before he could get another punch on her, she thrashed her legs at his stomach, throwing his momentum off balance. He shifted closer, straddling her waist, letting go of her hand, he brought both of them up to her throat, the feeling of gloved hands shutting off her airways. Adrenaline rushed through her blood stream, immediately grabbing ahold of his hands. Her legs hadn’t stopped kicking but, now with the change of positions, she was hitting her knees against his back.
“Does this feel familiar to you?” He spoke hoarsely, gasping for air. A tight frown held onto his face, eyebrows scrunched up. “This is what Mysticat felt when you killed her.”
The word itself made Ivory get goosebumps, holding onto his hands tighter, trying to get them away from her throat. He was holding her tightly, just enough to get her to pass out. She was too violent for him to manage while conscious.
The thought gave her a small smile, satisfaction consumed her as she watched the detectives face contort into anger.
“IS THIS FUNNY TO YOU?!” Clenching his hands, her smile fell immediately. “A MONSTER LIKE YOU SHOULDN’T BE LEFT TO ROAM.”
Flailed her body around, knees hitting his back, hands reaching for his face but he moved just out of reach. Even after scratching his hand with her nails he didn’t flinch. She tried gasping for air, the urge to cough out the blood was still there. She was held onto place by his body unable to do anything, feeling the numbness trying to consume her again, she couldn’t go out like this.
Her legs slowed down, trembling, as the thrashing came to a stop.
Arms falling down next to her. Her head sinking back onto the rock, feeling the sticky warmth of blood drip from it.
Her whole body relaxed, eyes falling to a squint, mimicking the same expression Mysticat had when she was found dead.
The hands on her throat tightened once more before letting go completely, loud breathing came after, he sat up letting the sun shine down on Ivory.
Taking in some more breaths, he held one, putting his hands on his knees ready to stand up.
The dirt moved under him, Ivory’s eyes flinging wide open. The light reflected on them, showing her deep white and black eyes. Before he could grasp her, she slipped her lower half from under him, flinging her leg upwards, hitting him in the face.
Stumbling back, he held himself with his arms. Glimpsing the moving figure of Ivory attempting to get away. She crawled with her stomach to the ground, getting her feet under her to start running, just as she propelled herself, she was snatched back. A hand grasped her foot, falling down, her chin hit the floor.
Digging her nails onto the dirt, she let out a deep cough, blood came out, dripping from her mouth onto her hands. She was dragged by her feet towards the car, her lower half suspended in the air. Feeling a bump in the ground, she latched onto it. A root from a tree. He was stopped in his tracks, pulling her more violently. Twisting her body to look backwards, she kicked her legs towards the detective, only managing to get a hit on his chest, his shirt was scrunched up with dirt clung onto it, mixed with blood that dripped from his nose.
She kicked harder, managing to free one leg, immediately batting him with it. Immediately, he let go of her other leg, to not get hit again. As her legs fell down she, at once, brought herself up. Almost falling back down, her legs weak from the constant flailing she had done.
The detective charged at her, grabbing her by the collar of her shirt, lifting his hand ready to strike.
That’s not going to happen again.
Before he could get the momentum, she sprang into action, seizing his hand in her own, holding it in place. “Think you’re getting smart now?” He grinned. The hand from her collar moved up towards her throat.
Without a second thought, Ivory moved his hand towards her mouth, her other hand tugging his sleeves upwards, before clamping down on his wrist. A shriek of surprise came out of the detective, letting go of her throat to try and remove his arm from her jaws. Her teeth sank into his flesh, biting harder when he used his other hand to get it out. The scent of blood stuffed her nose, suffocating her, yet she refused to let go. Gleaming at the way the detective was panicking.
“GET OFF.” He shouted, but it only propelled Ivory to use more strength, the more he tugged the tougher she’d bite.
Finally getting enough, she held onto his wrist in place, before yanking it away, ripping his flesh. Her mouth finally parting from his skin, blood spilled down her chin, both her own and his. She looked up, a small smile wanting to form, as she stared at his face that was contorted in pain. As they made eye contact, his eyebrows furrowed, glaring at her in disgust
“You absolute FREAK!”, he gasped for air, shifting his feet away from her.
That was it, he was backing out, she could just go back to the mansion. It would be hard to walk in this situation, but it was the only way.
.
..
…
….
She couldn’t.
She couldn’t just let him leave after that.
She had to finish what she started.
She put one foot in front of the other, no hesitation, before lunging forward, grabbing him by the shirt with both hands. Surprise shown in his face, mixed with fear.
Turning him away from the car, she landed a quick blow to his stomach, everything felt so out of character for her, even she didn’t process what she had done. But that didn’t stop her.
A large breath of air came out of him, as he gasped another blow was aimed at him. Hitting him in the stomach again, but slightly off center. He let out a shout, it was filled with all the air that had left his lungs. His hands clung onto her wrists, they did no help. Blood dripped from his mouth.
Ivory heaved out a sigh, giving him another blow.
“Does this feel familiar to you?”
y e s
And she loved the familiarity of it, of blood dripping down her hands, as she was in control of others fate. Of being the one to choose, seeing peoples most vulnerable moments, giving them what they deserve. And this was exactly what he deserved.
He let go of her wrists, arms clinging onto his stomach. Ivory let go of his shirt, throwing him onto the ground, right next to the puddle of blood that she had been beat up at. He immediately tried to shuffle away, the roles now seeming to be reversed. Ivory didn’t know if he had planned to kill her, or just teach her a lesson, either way, this outcome should have been expected by him with his past actions.
In an attempt to get up, he stumbled back down, grunting in pain. One of his arms held onto his stomach, looking down, while the other hand was keeping his upper body up. Shifting his legs, he tried crawling backwards.
The sight amused Ivory, the detective who she was once terrified of was now crawling away from her, she almost felt pity. A grin spread on her face, looking to the side. Without a thought she moved, bending down, she hastily picked up the rock covered with her blood, the closest to a weapon she had.
Walking in front the detective, she lifted up the sharp corner of the rock over her head. Glancing up, the detectives whole body shook, his eyes widened.
It was as if time itself slowed down, the rock slowly going down, the exact moment it connected with his head, Ivory saw it all.
In real time, the rock fell downwards, clashing with the detectives forehead, blood flew outwards. Spattering everywhere, she closed her eyes as it flew onto her face.
She looked at his face, eyes half open, staring right at her. A hole was engraved into his forehead, everything inside visible to her.
A shudder ran through her body, but not of fear, or disgust, or any negative emotion.
SHE FELT PRIDE
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The door to the Mansion creeped open, the light from the chandelier shining brightly in contrast to the dark sky outside. Cold air rushed through, Ivory stepped inside, limping. Her bloody shoes staining the floor underneath her, drops of blood from her head dripped down, some her own, some from another. Teeth stained red and dried blood under her nails. The door closed behind her silently, but not enough to not alert anyone, as footsteps were heard heading her way from the stairway.
“There you are Ivory” he spoke, looking down at the stairs, stopping at the landing of the stairs.
His voice echoed in the walls of her mind, almost too lost to even notice him.
“I was just looking for you-” he looked up finally.
A gasp came out of his mouth, his eyes drenched in shock and worry.
“Oh my god! What the- what happened!?” He rushed down the stairs. “Ivory oh my god, Ivory are you okay?”, his words came out in rapid speed, he came in front of her, reaching out but hesitating on touching her. “Come here- oh my god” his voice trembled.
Finally deciding, he grabbed her by the shoulder, softly. Leading her towards the stairs, he put one arm under her shoulder to lift her each step taken.
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“Someone get help!” He yelled, face turned away from her, but the noise still made her flinch. She was being carried in his arms, distant voices speaking in panic behind them.
She didn’t even remember passing out.
She heard her name being called out constantly, a person walked by them, speaking to her, though she couldn’t bother responding, not like she even could even if she tried. Her neck felt sore, cold seeped into her head, shivering at the thought that her head was wide open. Her arms swinged forward and back in Pyroscythes grip, he wasn’t running, afraid to trip or hurt her in any way, instead he walked in a fast pace.
She faded in and out of consciousness, attempting to focus on the voice of the people around her, but the panic coming from them made her even more nervous, did it though? She didn’t know what she was feeling. It was as if she wasn’t there, she couldn’t think at the moment, but she still knew it was happening. She could hear people around her, feel the change of air when she was brought to a room. Laid down on a bed, her upper body was elevated on some pillows.
She couldn’t pin point every conversation happening but she managed to get some figured out.
“Everyone get out!”
“What happened to her!”
“Did the killer come back?!”
“CALM DOWN!”
“Back off!”
“Stop pushing.”
“He will be here in an hour or so.”
SLAM
The door of the room was shut, huffing of another person was heard, together with another voice.
“Did you call a doctor?” ClownPierce spoke.
“Div called a doctor, he’ll be here in 40 minutes, I don’t know what to do with her until then.”
“You should get her to a bathroom so she can take a bath, this room doesn’t have one, the closest one is yours if you don’t mind.”
“Yeah, yeah. We can transport her there, can you help?” His voice sounded tired.
“Of course, just let her rest here until we get everyone away from the hallways. Do you know what happened?”
”I haven’t had a chance to talk to her” his head turned to her, “and she doesn’t seem to be in the best state right now to talk either.” He whispered the last part and started walking towards the bed.
It was then that she realized she was in one of the spare rooms, the bed didn’t have a sheet, but the mattress was covered in blood.
She slightly wondered how she managed to walk all the way back to the mansion, she wasn’t fully conscious whilst doing so, somehow.
Pyro kneeled next to the bed. “Ivory?”, catching her attention, she looked over to him. “Can- can you tell me what happened?” He attempted to sound comforting but it came out more so in fear, stumbling over his words.
Not responding, she averted her eyes back towards the far left wall. Not even fully comprehending the words.
After what felt like eternity, Pyro stood up with a sigh.
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Throwing her clothes on the floor, she carefully climbed into the giant tub, feet landing inside the water. Slowly, she lowered herself, body half submerged in water. Her skin prickled, a large cut on her arm that she didn’t even remember getting, with an awful lot of splinters inside. She resisted the urge to drown herself right then and there, Pyro was just outside the door, in stress, concerned for her. Plus she couldn’t just let her life go to waste after she felt herself gain part of herself back.
What happened at the forest… stayed in the forest.
She tried convincing herself that, that she wouldn’t let go of herself like that again. That it was just self defense, until it wasn’t. Until at some point it became murder.
She could’ve let him go, he had given up, he had done what he needed to do and was letting her go on. Or was he just trying to get proof? The realization hit her, what if she hadn’t killed him? Would he had reported her to the police of assault? Blamed it on her, accusing her of attacking him first and that the blood on her head was just from self defense.
She felt walls around her fall down, her thoughts opened up a passage for something to infiltrate her mind and dreams.
Just like other times. Her hostility saved her.
Because, perhaps, sometimes.
Violence was the answer.