So! Those of you who still bother to read this thing are probably wondering where that last story time post came from… Well, I suppose some of you already know, but for those that don’t: have a look here
As I’ve said before, my memory is full of gaps from when Ritter took me. Since I’ve been here however, some of those gaps have been filling in. The wheres and whens... My encounter with a certain woman and man
Imagine my surprise, when I discovered that the woman from my memory was, in fact, my Brightsky. It was as if Christmas had come early
I remember following them off the path. I remember her turning, all smiles, watching as I approached. “Thought it a game” my ass… she knew exactly why I was there. She had to know, yet she kept that sweet, sharp smile. She knew what she had to do
I am delighted to see that her mind has reconstructed me as a beast, leaping and tearing with my teeth. As I recall, I was wearing my stitched mask and I used two knives. I did take my time with him, however. I remember stabbing him in the back and kicking his legs so that he crumpled forward. I followed him down, pinning him on his stomach as I cut into his back and arms again and again. Oh how he cried! I wanted her to enjoy the results of her hard work and I believe that some part of her did, despite the feelings she apparently had for poor Collin. Once his whimpering ceased, I moved my mask up just enough to be able to taste his blood, reveling in the kill. Replacing my mask, I stood and looked at my audience, taking in her pretty little form. I noticed the pain in her eyes and realized that his death had hurt her. Seeing this, I started towards her, asking which path she would now take. She neither answered nor backed down. I assume that she recognized the reference, as she pulled more lines from the story. I played along, very much enjoying this little exchange and loving the idea of her becoming part of this fairy tale nightmare. Finally, I lunged at her to remind her of her position… and to see if I could make her flinch hehe. Brave girl didn’t move, even with my knives so close to her face. Impressed and amused, I went on my way, leaving her to her thoughts and her job.
The wound I had made that day apparently ran deeper than I thought. We were both there to do our jobs after all. However, in a way, I’m glad it happened. I’ve enjoyed conversing with this sweet persona of hers. Honestly though, I think I like her even more now. It seems so fitting that she found me here. Hey Brightsky, if you're reading this, you said before that you wished you could come visit me... If Ritter decides to let me out, do you still want to?
This has been a lovely little distraction from my current situation. I’m still waiting… growing hungrier in more ways than one. These sweet memories have helped with part of it as did Nightscream’s latest post but it still grows.