protectoroflorelei requested:
Kill — I’ll write a angst drabble of my character violently killing yours.
“You’re a disgrace to our family name, Mystearica,” Van scowled, the disappointment on his face most explicit. It was as if he couldn’t even look at her properly because of his complete and utter disgust.
Tear didn’t say anything in reply. Instead she stood and looked towards the ground as she took her scolding, nibbling at her lip until her eye caught the knife that was held by her thigh. There was an urge to reach out for it, to hold the handle tightly in her hands. She shook her head and forced her eyes shut, hoping for the urge to disappear.
“Listen to me when I’m talking to you!”
Her head raised towards where her brother was now standing, directly in front of her, only a few steps away from her. There was a slap across skin and a soreness on her left cheek. Her head dropped down once again, and this time she was more than hesitant in looking back up. A hand touched her cheek as if to gently trace where she had been slapped, and she fully bit her lip.
“Mother threw her life away for you. And look how you’ve turned out.”
At that, blue eyes widened in shock. It was one thing calling her a disgrace and slapping her, but telling her that she may as well have never been born... It was something that she wasn’t going to let go of easily, nor was it something that she was going to allow him to just say so casually.
“Don’t you dare bring Mother into this,” the brunette growled, narrowing her brow. Her hand slowly and unknowingly to her brother, headed for one of her knives.
“Then you should have thought twice about sticking with that foolish replica you know as Luke.”
“Don’t you dare say a bad word against Luke, Vandesdelca.”
“Pathetic.”
And with that, the raised voices turned to silence.
Her hand clasped around the knife, holding on tightly, as if her whole life depended on it. She rushed forward, piercing the knife into his chest, just watching as a trickle of blood eventually fell down from the edge of his mouth. He continued to say her name as he fell to the ground, asking why she stabbed him. But one thing she couldn’t understand was when he tried calling her to wake up.
Stab! Stab! Stab!
She just wanted him gone - to disappear - so she could continue with her life in the way she wanted; with her friends, with Luke.
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Opening her eyes, it became obvious that it was all a dream. She woke up where she had fell asleep and that made sense. It was all a nightmare. That’s all it was. But there was one thing she couldn’t understand, and that was why she was covered in a familiar red substance.
Blinking a little to wake herself up, she noticed that there were blood splatters around the room, and that one of her knives, also stained in red, was tucked in her hand. Tear was hoping that it was all a joke, but that was until she saw the body on the floor with the same red oozing around where it was laid.
And then it hit her. A sole tear fell down her cheek and she began to shake.
No, this couldn’t be happening.
She...
Luke...
No.
