Prologue
630 Words
"We, the bones that are here, await yours."
(Heroes of Olympus by Rick Riordan)
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Beatrice felt like she was inching away from consciousness with every passing minute, the soul within her pulling itself away from its host, unable to bear much of the pain any longer. Through her bleary, tear-filled eyes, the unclear outline of all the furnitures in their mansion's living room looked more like obstacles scattered across the space in order to dawdle her further. Agonizing pain from her back was causing her to wince consecutively and though she wasn't stabbed at a vital mark, it was enough to place her in a state of wooziness.
In a state of great suffering.
Her fingers managed to grip the railings of their stairs, hands trembling uncontrollably, and she precariously brought her feet down on the steps of the stairs, daring to glimpse over her shoulder in case she was followed. And the sound of the glass of their sliding door shattering proved that, indeed, she was being followed. Hurriedly, Beatrice climbed the stairs, shallow breaths only making her feel more and more asphyxiated, the beat of her heart thundering against her chest, and when she reached the landing of their second floor, another shatter came from downstairs, porcelain thrown against the wall to be in pieces.
"Where are you, princess? Afraid to die and see your ancestors?!" Beatrice heard the girl's yell from somewhere below. She couldn't allow the girl to capture her, especially since she has come to know that if she dies in the hands of the killer, someone deeply beloved to her will be the next to have his life taken away from him.
Eyes brimming with hot tears, the image of her dead body sprawled across the floor flashing in her mind, Beatrice mustered all of her strength and forced her trembling legs to run towards the end of the hall. Pictures containing her family on the walls mocked Beatrice with their smiles as she passed in a blur, the thin darkness of the hall giving her the advantage of being able to see her surroundings without fully revealing herself to the girl who was now smashing their things downstairs in fury. It was like she was doing this on purpose, as if killing Beatrice alone does not suffice in quelling her anger down against Beatrice's family, so she resorts to destroying the items that belonged to them, despite it being a futile attempt.
Sooner or later, she'll catch Beatrice and this game of chase will cease with an end that included Beatrice's death and final words.
One of her doll shoes slipped off from her feet, but Beatrice did not have enough time to go back for it, abandoning it in the middle of the hallway as she ran with only her knee sock on one leg. The pain on her back was starting to become unbearable and incredibly excruciating, a liability that did not contribute anything whatsoever except for torment and sluggishness.
Shoving the pain aside, Beatrice instantaneously slammed the door close once she reached her vast bedroom, pushing the lock in place. With deep, heavy breaths, Beatrice grabbed her study table, yanked it, and dragged it towards the door in attempt to use it as barricade, the pencil and ballpoint pens holder crashing against the floor, as well as numerous textbooks, notebooks, and a tiny lamp, the neck bent down. Wasting no time, she frantically went into search for the item she had in mind.
Beatrice might die tonight, but she will not let this happening be unheard of. Justice will be delivered to her dead body inside a box with a bow on top. Quickly, she snatched the vintage yet still working portable cassette recorder and began recording.
"This is Beatrice Snow Marriyon..."
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