You Reap What You Sow

Here I am, here at the end of the line, the end of what should I have never begun. I curse at myself for being so stupid, for letting myself do all of this. I sat against a wall stained with blood, my blood. My breathing is raspy and strained, even more so behind the mask that became me, i'm having trouble just letting out air. Being stabbed and shot does that to a person. I attempted to move, but the smallest action hurts. I guess i'll just sit here until they come for me or at least finish me themselves. They should finish me, I won't stop, I can't stop not until they are all dead. That didn't sound like me at all, but its what I've become now. My vision is blurred by my tears and anguish but I could still see them, they were talking to each other, the survivors of my slaughter. Two women and one man, they were discussing about what to do with me. They all had blood on them, which I caused to flow. I know them personally but they don't know me, they only see a murderer and I hope it stays that way.

I was able to shift myself to look at the front door of the house. The place was a grand property, the kind nearly anybody would want. It has two stories, three bathrooms, and five bedrooms. It probably had extra rooms for different things, like the kitchen and such. The house right now however was in shambles thanks to me, from where I sat I could see the bodies. Even near death I get distracted with random things.

Another attempt of mine to move caught the attention of the group. I cursed at myself again for being impatient but I had to act now before they decided what they wanted to do.

They cautiously approached me, stopping half way towards me. Second thoughts maybe, after all I could give them one last scare for plot sake. I laugh inside at my own banter, because I really couldn't laugh outright lest it hurt to much.

I start to panic inside as one of the girls decides to get closer even though her remaining friends tell her no. It had to be this girl to decide to approach me, why not him or the other chick? Anyone but her. I don't want her to know who I am, who I was. I let out an audible sigh hoping that she would stay back. Instead it seemed to intrigue her more. As she came closer, my vision cleared enough for me to see her beauty. She was breathtaking, it was always hard to describe the feeling she felled me with. They told her to be careful.

She kicked the bloodied knife that was near my hand away. I would have thanked her if it wasn't for the fact that she was reaching for face next. With all my strength I quickly clasped her wrist, holding it back. That all sent pain though my body but I had to stop her.

*Bam*

He shot me again, in the shoulder this time. The pain was unbearable. I let my arm go limp as I couldn't hold it up anymore, my strength was draining from me as fast as the blood was running. My suffering would only grow as she reached for my face again. She lifted my mask off of my head, only to gasp in shock as she staggered backwards while holding my second face in her hands. She dropped my mask on the floor and covered her mouth with her hand before turning away from me. My heart began to tear itself apart as I could hear her crying. She whispered my former name in sadness and anger. The others looked at me with only hate. She demanded me to tell her why I did it.

I did for many reasons. Revenge, Jealousy, Lust, even Joy. All I could tell her however was that I was sorry. I said it as if it mattered. She scowled at me before going back to to her friends. Thats when the police sirens were heard from outside the house, they gave me one last look before heading towards the door that soon was held opened by the cops who helped them outside into the night, filled with the flashing colors of red and blue. I saw the reactions of some of the officers, they were satisfying to say the least. I've lost myself. I see nothing anymore as my vision leaves me, soon my life is too follow as I feel everything leave me. I have the strength for one more thing that I myself enjoy saying and since it will be the last time I say it.

"What's Your Favorite Scary Movie?", One last breath in and one last breath out is all I have as darkness covers me.

"~All around me are familer faces, worn out places~", I heard it, the song the first thing that came to mind as I found myself rejuvenated in life, so to speak. I had just opened my eyes and the beautiful blue sky welcomed me. I took a deep breath in as it felt good to do so, after my whole ordeal of nearly dying anyway. I should be dead though. I touch my body on all the places where I was hurt but they had nothing, I felt no pain, and there were no visible marks. They had healed but how? How did they? Was I gone for long, did In slip into a coma or something? Then I remember that I'm outside on the grass.

I pick myself up from the grassy ground, only to wobble abit on my feet. Taking a look at myself I saw I still wore my black gloves and torn black robe. I touched my barren face, I could feel my skin, my nose, and my lips. I felt naked like this, that is until I took a gander at my surroundings and noticed my mask on grass. It stared at me with a sorry, frantic look. The white of it stood out like a sore thumb from the grass. I picked it up, stared long and hard before pulling it over my head, and wearing it once again. I pulled the hood over my head to complete my image.

I'm back somehow, or maybe this was the afterlife. My deeds should have gotten me into hell or some other damnation, but here I am in some kind of grass plain no where near my original location. Surveying the area I can see a house, a cottage not too far from the entrance of the woods behind me. They might be able to tell me where I am, then I'll gut them. I shake my head in rage. I have to stop thinking like that its not me. Better yet, i'll just sneak in and figure out for myself where I am, they're bound to have a map or somesort of electronic with them. I've been making my way towards the cottage, hoping no ones home.

"Lucky me, no one is home", I mask my voice even though I'm alone, I did enjoy how it sounded. I hop though the window, which wasn't even locked. You'd think living near the woods would give who ever lives here some caution. Its a nice cottage, not to small or big, just right. I take notice of the lack of outlets, or any electricity type dealies. They must be all natural then, just my luck I suppose. I take a small tour of the house, nothing special stands out except for the clothes that barely fill the closet. They belong to a women I believe, really short, with some two holes in the back of the dresses for some reason. "A dwarf lives here!?", I kidd as I inspect the wardrobes more and I take a whiff of one of them. She smells nice, like nature in a way.

I hear the door just now open. Seems that she's home. I wouldn't want to frighten her, so I hide.