Samantha stood up from under the bodies, her smooth skin was covered in human slush and dirt. She walked out of the dungeon cell. If he was shocked, he didn’t show it at all. The Darius smiled a genuine smile seeing a good friend that he hadn’t seen in ages.
“Ivy, yes. I was looking for you. And now you have been found.”
“Samantha, come with me,” Detective Arc said, loud and clear without hesitation.
The Darius walked up to Samantha at the pace of a priest ready to deliver a sermon. He caressed the bottom of her chin with his thumb and said, “Your name is Ivy and I promised you freedom. I promised enlightenment.”
Samantha yanked her head away but she kept her eyes on his face.
Detective Arc began to move towards them. The Darius raised his hand eye level, index finger raised and made the sound, “Ah,” signaling the detective to think again.
“You came all this way detective. You wouldn’t want to make another mistake, would you? Another loss to live with?” The Darius looked at Detective Arc as he spoke.
“You feed off the weak. That’s the only power you have. The weak and the young,” Detective Arc said.
“Wrong answer,” The Darius grabbed Samantha’s shoulder and pulled her into him. He shoved the knife into her lower stomach and cut upward, above her belly button, eviscerating all her hopes and dreams. Samantha leaned on The Darius and he pulled the knife out, holding it in his right hand. He used his right hand to hug her head and hold the knife and he kissed the top of her head.
“I promised you Ivy. Now you can be free,” The Darius said.
Detective Arc fell to her knees, her mouth wide open but no sound came out. Everything went silent for her in that moment, just a replay on mute. The Darius walked backward with his eyes on Detective Arc and watched her as she stared at Samantha Leslie Watson, age fourteen, brown hair and brown eyes. Backward, he walked to the corridor entrance and stood there looking down at Detective Arc, “You could’ve been free too. Living through this will just add to your nightmares,” and he turned the corner and was gone.
Detective Arc was still on her knees and crawled to Samantha’s body. She lifted Samantha onto her lap and sat on the floor rocking her back and forth. Detective Arc hid her face in the crevice of Samantha’s neck and screamed as loud as she could. She lifted her head up and lying in her arms for a brief second was her sister Charlotte.
Charlotte’s neck had dark purple ligature marks and the veins in her eyes had popped. Charlotte lifted her head up with full speed and wrapped her hands around Detective Arc’s neck. Charlotte’s strength was not that of a young girl. Sophia tried to pull Charlotte’s hands off but it was a futile attempt.
“See what they did to me Soph. You see what they did. A quarter and a dime, a real nice time. A quarter and a dime, a real nice time,” she shouted and the inside of her mouth was caked with black oozing liquid.
Detective Arc broke free and ran. She turned to look back. It was no longer Charlotte. It was Samantha, her insides flopped out of her stomach and onto the ground. Samantha was shouting, “A quarter and a dime, a real nice time. A quarter and a dime, a real nice time.”
Detective Arc ran back into the darkness of the corridor, out of the dungeon as fast as she could.
-Written by Sterp
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“Ivy, yes. I was looking for you. And now you have been found.”
“Samantha, come with me,” Detective Arc said, loud and clear without hesitation.
The Darius walked up to Samantha at the pace of a priest ready to deliver a sermon. He caressed the bottom of her chin with his thumb and said, “Your name is Ivy and I promised you freedom. I promised enlightenment.”
Samantha yanked her head away but she kept her eyes on his face.
Detective Arc began to move towards them. The Darius raised his hand eye level, index finger raised and made the sound, “Ah,” signaling the detective to think again.
“You came all this way detective. You wouldn’t want to make another mistake, would you? Another loss to live with?” The Darius looked at Detective Arc as he spoke.
“You feed off the weak. That’s the only power you have. The weak and the young,” Detective Arc said.
“Wrong answer,” The Darius grabbed Samantha’s shoulder and pulled her into him. He shoved the knife into her lower stomach and cut upward, above her belly button, eviscerating all her hopes and dreams. Samantha leaned on The Darius and he pulled the knife out, holding it in his right hand. He used his right hand to hug her head and hold the knife and he kissed the top of her head.
“I promised you Ivy. Now you can be free,” The Darius said.
Detective Arc fell to her knees, her mouth wide open but no sound came out. Everything went silent for her in that moment, just a replay on mute. The Darius walked backward with his eyes on Detective Arc and watched her as she stared at Samantha Leslie Watson, age fourteen, brown hair and brown eyes. Backward, he walked to the corridor entrance and stood there looking down at Detective Arc, “You could’ve been free too. Living through this will just add to your nightmares,” and he turned the corner and was gone.
Detective Arc was still on her knees and crawled to Samantha’s body. She lifted Samantha onto her lap and sat on the floor rocking her back and forth. Detective Arc hid her face in the crevice of Samantha’s neck and screamed as loud as she could. She lifted her head up and lying in her arms for a brief second was her sister Charlotte.
Charlotte’s neck had dark purple ligature marks and the veins in her eyes had popped. Charlotte lifted her head up with full speed and wrapped her hands around Detective Arc’s neck. Charlotte’s strength was not that of a young girl. Sophia tried to pull Charlotte’s hands off but it was a futile attempt.
“See what they did to me Soph. You see what they did. A quarter and a dime, a real nice time. A quarter and a dime, a real nice time,” she shouted and the inside of her mouth was caked with black oozing liquid.
Detective Arc broke free and ran. She turned to look back. It was no longer Charlotte. It was Samantha, her insides flopped out of her stomach and onto the ground. Samantha was shouting, “A quarter and a dime, a real nice time. A quarter and a dime, a real nice time.”
Detective Arc ran back into the darkness of the corridor, out of the dungeon as fast as she could.
-Written by Sterp
All Rights Reserved
