The Black Pencil | Hediyeh
"A type of coping mechanism you could say.."
wc: 911
cw: gore, blood
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She sat at a table, motionless and silently, observing the small item in front of her. The chair she sat on felt cheap and fragile, like an overused plastic bag. A part of her believed that it would break under the pressure of her weight any second now.
But she knew that it would not. The chairs at her school were durable and strong, able to withstand even the greatest forces. She herself got to see and feel just how much damage they could make, first hand.
Her gaze never left the wooden instrument, her mind too focused on its sharp end. Fascination soared through her mind as she adored the shiny gray and the detail of the engravings on its body. There even was a subtle hint of blue within the deep gray pigmentation– how interesting.
Moments passed and her mind thought about all the things one could do with a pencil. All the drawings one could sketch and the thoughts that she could pen down. If she had multiple of them, she could even try and make a tower. The opportunities seemed endless in her mind, it truly amazed her. But the thought that truly stuck was the realization of how much damage it could inflict onto others.
The tiny little tip, the dull gray, the sharp lead– it could cause serious injuries if desired..but it was of no use without somebody to control it. Indeed, without someone offering a helping hand, that little pencil was as good as useless, a waste of space. It needed to be held, to be used, to be put to work by a superior hand, one that knew what it was doing. Just like any other weapon it was harmless if not picked up by an individual.
Within seconds the girl was up in the air, her body released from its seated position. Slow steps were taken towards the teacher's desk, as she did not want to trip over the broken legs of the scattered desks around her. Her fingers reached forward, to grab a megaphone that laid on the glazed wood– what an unusual spot to find such an item in.
Yet it was there.
A soft smile graced her lips, it seemed almost foreign. For anyone who had known her at least, this would have been a rather unusual sight indeed.
“These two are basically the same, right?” Her deep, husky voice filled the empty classroom, dipping it into an ominous atmosphere. There was no one to address, yet she continued to talk away.
“This is my pencil..with which I shall draw and hurt..sketch a society that lives in fear and terror.” The girl's gaze suddenly lifted, to face something that was now standing across from her. A creature, one whose appearance could not be put into words as it was ever changing and inconsistent. Its black layer of skin seemed to be made out of some kind of gooey yet durable substance. It had horns and spikes on every curve and bend on its body and no defined facial features. It reeked. It reeked of blood and guts and if pain had a smell it would smell just like it as well.
“Here you go.” With no fear in her heart she held out the white megaphone for the monster to take. It bent its head over the item, so far until it disappeared in its gooey mass. Only after the enhancer had completely emerged in the substance of its skin did the monster lift its head.
The girls' focus shifted once more. Now it laid on the entire classroom, where it stayed for a while. She took in the chaos of broken desks and chairs and the only set, the one she just sat in, that had survived the massacre. Thick, red blood painted the walls, the ceiling and every other surface of the spacious room. Some of it was still dripping, dripping down the walls and onto some of the bodies.
Yes, the bodies. The motionless, now empty vessels of her dead classmates. They simply laid there, scattered all around the room with no great purpose. None of the bodies had remained whole. Some heads had been blown off in the process and some bodies even completely vaporized.
She did make sure that they would have a quick death.
Torn uniforms, blown out guts and limbs that looked like confetti– it was a sight to mourn and fear.
“He-di-yeh” A cruel and unsatisfying sound suddenly struck through the air like lightning, cutting into the ear of the girl. It belonged to the monster.
“Yes, I'm coming.” Hediyeh sighed, ready to walk into the monster's embrace. But as she was about to leave it all behind, her attention shifted towards the far left corner of the room. A student stood in the doorframe, overcome by emotions that threatened to turn his guts inside out. The boy's eyes took in the gruesome terror, the bones, the guts and the girl's blood covered body. It struck him with a sense of disgust that was almost palpable.
The megaphone found its way back into her hands as she slowly approached the stunned boy, who found himself unable to move. Her presence alone was enough to paralyze him. Hediyeh held up the black pencil, lifted the megaphone to her lips and contrasted the boy's fearful expression with a soft smile.
“Stab yourself in the throat.”
