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I ran him through with the silver blade, wincing at his scream. I held back the tears as I pushed deeper, crushing his bones and drenching myself in his blood. Finally, he fell to the floor, limp, but not dead. Not yet. I stared around wildly, the room was dark, silent, waiting. The shadows didn't move, the wind didn't whistle. Everything was just silent.
Oh god, what have I done?
I knew I had done wrong. I knew it was sin, but it just felt oh so right. The sickening sound of steel slicing though skin excited me to my core. I allowed a small, satisfactory smirk to grace my usually stony features. I had done evil, but it was for the greater good. My greater good. As my heart rate slowed back to its usual pace, his came to a standstill. It would never beat again, and I was to blame. I didn't feel guilt, this man was evil. He had betrayed me, and now he payed the price. This will serve as a warning to others: Don't. Mess. With. Me.
As I cleaned the blade on my ruined, bloody clothes, the silence was split, ruined, decimated by the screech of something entirely inhuman... it could only be the widow.
There was no time to throw away on inwardly musings. I had to get out of here, and quick. I looked over at the open window, the white curtains moving stately with the wind. It was a sheer drop of about fifteen feet to the ground, but I might just be able to do it.
I ran across the floor and leapt onto the window sill. Then, just as I was about to lower myself down, I felt someone standing right behind me.
"You don't want to do that," a deadly voice whispered from beside my ear. I stopped short and whirled around, blade at the ready. But there was no one there. The widow had disappeared, the shadows of the moon the only things remaining. I looked around carefully. There - three dark silhouettes, two slumped on the ground, the other crouched stealthily.
"Who are you?" I asked.
''I'm no-one to be trifled with,'' the deadly voice cut through the stiff air. The tension in it was so strong; no-one could cut it, not with anything currently known to man.
For some reason, on hearing this response my mind involuntarily flashed back, to a time where society and the world as a whole, were less corrupted.
Still, I responded easily, ''That's ok; I wasn't planning to - I hate trifle''
A moment of recognition passed between us before the silhouette moved, stepped out into the pool of moonlight coming in from the window through which I had been about to make my exit. The face was one I knew all too well, the face for which I had searched, for the last 16 months.
We stared at each other for a moment, before cautiously stepping forward to examine one another. This woman was the person I'd had so many questions about for so long - I'd started to wonder if she even existed anymore. Her midnight blue eyes blazed in the moonlight, her jet black hair rippled like water as she moved. She was exactly as father had described her, just as poised, just as intelligent.
I'd always thought that she'd been taken when I was young, though now it seemed that perhaps…she hadn't. But what was wrong with her eyes? Eyes should not have a look like that. Close and present, yet distant and far away.
I stood and stared at her for a few loud heartbeats, then swallowed. This was terrible news. I had found my mother at last - yet I had not found her at all!
This was not my mother, not as I knew her anyway. The woman I'd heard of was kind, soft and full of life. The figure standing in front of me was different; this figure was pure evil, its eyes hollowed and empty, lifeless. My mother is gone, has left the building, and now that I've seen this, I think it is time for me to do the same.
16 months of my life, months that I will never get back, months that I spent looking for someone who no longer seems to exist. I'm not sure if I'm happy that I have finally found my mother, or if I wish I had never gazed upon that face. I know the truth now, at least I have that. If I can have nothing else, the truth is always good.