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Wing moved, slowly down the street.
"What.Are.We.Doing.Here?!" The monster inside asked.
Wing looked at it, irritatedly.
"'We' are not doing anything. There is only 'I' you are a mere figment of my subconscious." They insisted.
The monster was disappointed, staring at them.
"I.Thought.We.Had.Moved.Past.
.Your.Lack.Of.Acceptance.
.Regarding.My.Existence!" It said.
Wing was annoyed once more.
"I have accepted your existence. You exist because my subconscious believes that it must push blame onto another being, in order to protect my conscious mind. It is wrong. I do not need you." They replied.
Wing continued moving near to their destination.
"You.Are.Wrong!" It said.
"How so?"
"You.Are.Consciously.Seeing.Me!"
Wing looked stumped for a moment.
"But you are a just a manifestation of my desire to kill, an inner feeling deep within me. If I created you consciously, than I'd be able to be rid or you and that desire. And if I could be rid of you, I would. The fact that you are here, is how I know you are not real." They reasoned.
They began walking again, approaching a single, well secured, white door.
Inside, upon opening, was a chair, nailed to the floor.
It was sat, prominently, in the centre of the room, stained with blood, and rope was laid upon it.
Many other stained tools were left on a desk beside it, a hammer, a saw and a knife or two or three.
"You.Still.Have.Not.Answered.My.
.Question!" The beast continued, "Why.Are.You.Here?!"
"I need a favour from an old frie...protégé of mine." They went on, "I've been keeping an eye on him for a while, this is where he takes his victims. And, based of his developed love of routine, he'll be back here tonight."
"And.What.Will.You.Do?!"
"I'm going to leave him a message." They replied.
They walked calmly to the chair and the tools beside it.
They grabbed the sharpest knife, still tainted red with old blood.
Staring at the chair, they proceeded to calve a note into the seat, flakes of dried blood were falling off as they did.
The message read:
'Once we met in blood and fear,
We met again in pain held dear.
As the small devil runs,
Our time is not yet done.
If your life, you still value,
We'll meet once more in the beginning,
Your heart is mine,
Let us not keep the demon waiting.
A day before overmorrow,
The 8th hour draped in sorrow.
The fires of hell still beckon,
Don't be late,
That's your final lesson.'
"Do.You.Think.He.Will.
.Understand?!" The creature queried.
"He will. He'll pay extra attention once he knows it's from me." They replied.
With their work complete, they made their exit.
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Diverging paths
ActionTwo children born of similar intelligence and equal sexuality. One is hated, the other adored, yet both meet a sorrowful end only to find one another in a time after death. Connected at first by the need for revenge but brought closer through a conn...
