Dead to Rights

William Morro is just your average sixteen year old boy, well he was, once. After a week of increasingly worsening events he finds himself suddenly awake in his bedroom, or atleast, what appears to be his bedroom. It is shortly after that he realizes that indeed something is out of place; he's dead and stuck in a place where everything seems like the world we know when, at the same time, this world is nothing like we know the world to be...

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10. Dust On The Floor

Ari sat in his bed, clearly displeased with Krystal staring him in the face; a completely blank expression that struck a little fear in his mind. He squirmed a little uncomfortably and groaned in obvious malcontent; as he shifted he felt a cold set of fingers run up his arm; his right one to be precise. Krystal's fingers stroked lightly like a cool breeze brushing over an empty field, Ari shifted slightly more so. 

"So, brother, you betray hospitality with attempted murder?" her lips released almost sing-songy as her hand continued its slight back and forth motion, "you seethe, you are unhappy, why is this?"

Ari's eyes opened widely, he realised what was going on; Krystal was going into a psychotic fit. He struggled to break loose of her, but even with his strength and superior weight, it was as if iron barred him to that cot. Her eyes looked into his, a dark void was what he saw; pits of blackness, but then a spark.. A spark from fire, from rage, from utter will to destroy and kill and main for absolutely no purpose other than to commit the action. He squirmed futilely as the girl watched him on like a predatory cat, her nails bore down onto the skin on his arm and raked downwards; ruby red lines appeared as viscous liquid gem began to dribble, staining the dust on the floor.

"Krystal? What's going on? The last time you did this you burned down a mall! What's going on?!" Ari cried out in a loud whisper as to not alert the others on the other side of the door.

The nails dug deeper and began to fiddle in the same place creating a wide gash oozing with discomfort. She placed a finger on Ari's lips and shushed him briskly, then began to hum a tune to herself as it gradually became a quiet song.

"Early one morning just as the sun was rising, I heard a young maid sing in the valley below." her mouth curled into a crazy smile and the spark in her eyes grew aflame, blazing brightly, lighting the previous void.

He looked at her, his free arm tugged at her gown trying to let her know to stop, but with little avail.

"Oh don't deceive me, Oh never leave me, How could you use a poor maiden so?" she took her free hand and clasped it around his throat and with surprising force pushed into the bed. Ari's uninjured arm grabbed and pulled violently at her grasp.

He uttered a guttural noise, gurgling with spite and pity at the same time, as his eyes grew redder and without hope, a strained scream pushed through his lips; but alas his words were not loud enough to escape to those outside.

"Remember the vows, that you made to your Mary," Krystal's singing became far more calm and slow as her nails began twisting. Ari convulsed, continuing his gasping for air.

Krystal giggled a little between the words of her song as she removed her nails from his arm, her fingers ran along the side of his face leaving crimson stains. She then went into her gown and produced a small silver zippo.

Ari was helpless as his vision began to cloud, everything blurred and stretched, his clawed arm was crippled to the point of immobility and his other arm was in a struggle for breath. She continued her little ditty with a more voracious and obvious glee, "Remember the bow'r, where you vowed to be true."

He gave up hope as he heard a familiar click and a small whoosh as a spark became a flame. Her pyromania was taking over, her psychosis was winning, all his hopes of that being left behind after she'd died were dashed in that moment. Just before he blacked out he managed a few words, "Krystal... For this; I am sorry"

Taking no note of his words she released her grasp as he rolled limply and landed with a satisfying thud onto the dust on the floor. Her smile grew wider and nastier as her teeth were becoming more pronounced; and with the gleam of someone most demented she brought the lighter up against her brother's hair and watched as it ignited.

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I was dreaming something pleasant with Samvel curled up against me, his warm body keeping mine even more so, but I shifted and awoke; noting something was amiss, what it was though I had no clue. My suspicions were that it had something to do with our new found siblings, so I carefully removed myself from Sam's hold as to not wake him. Then I carefully made it over to the twins' room, my feet padding over the dust on the floor.

As I reached the door I heard a small crackle, then was alarmed when I smelled smoke; there was a repugnant scent of burning flesh as I staggered back a little from the door. Then mustering my little courage I rushed and swung the door open to be greeted by something rather unpleasant. Krystal was rolling around on Ari's bed cackling hysterically as her skin peeled from muscle and bone; it blackened so. Ari though was far worse off; notably immobile his body was truly aflame; he was missing skin and muscle and had blackened bones. The dust on the floor was also dancing about in this inferno, the edges of the bed caught fire..

"What the hell is this?!" I cried out as the room seemed to groan with agony; the light and the heat overwhelming.

Then all seemed to slow; go quiet as the flame died abruptly... Krystal's quiet song rang out, "Thus sang the poor maiden, her sorrows bewailing, thus sang the poor maid, in the valley below."

I stood there, completely bewildered as there were two bodies and a scorched room now... But oddly enough nothing had seemed to change that there was still dust on the floor.

 

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