chapter three: blood on her hands
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Her mother stumbled across the hall, drawn by the commotion.
Then she saw it.
Her daughter—head bent, body trembling—drinking from her brother’s neck.
The sight was terrifying.
She froze.
Fear wrapped around her throat, stole the air from her lungs. Every instinct screamed at her to run, to save herself, to look away—but she couldn’t. She was a mother before anything else.
And that… that was still her child.
Her hands shook. Her heart pounded so hard it hurt. She didn’t know what to do—didn’t know how to stop something like this.
She was afraid.
Afraid for her life…
and even more afraid of losing her daughter completely.
But through the fear, something else rose.
A fragile, trembling kind of bravery.
A mother’s voice.
“…hope.”
It came out broken, almost a whisper—like she was afraid the word itself might shatter.
But she said it anyway.
Slowly, Hope turned.
Her eyes met her mother’s—wide, trembling, filled with tears.
Something inside her snapped.
She looked back at her brother, and whatever had taken over her began to loosen its grip. Her hands shook. Her breath came out uneven. Then the tears fell—slow at first, then uncontrollable.
The beast inside her… faded.
Gone.
And all that remained was Hope—
and the weight of what she had done.
“I didn’t… I didn’t want this…” she whispered, her voice breaking apart.
She never wanted any of it.
But when the beast took over, it didn’t just control her body—
it stripped her of everything that made her her.
Her conscience. Her mercy. Her control.
Now it was all rushing back.
And it hurt.
She pushed herself up, panic rising again, ready to run—anywhere, just away from their eyes, away from what she’d become—
But then she saw him.
Her father stood at the other end of the hall.
Still. Silent.
And the smile she had known her whole life… was gone.
Something in her chest collapsed.
She stepped back, slowly, like a cornered animal—until her back hit the wall. There was nowhere left to go.
Her legs gave out.
She sank to the floor, clutching her knees tightly to her chest, as if she could hold herself together—
But she couldn’t.
The sobs came out raw, broken, uncontrollable.
And she just cried…
and cried…
and cried.
Her parents rushed past her—straight to her brother’s empty shell.
They collapsed beside him, their cries breaking the silence.
And when they looked up at her…
it wasn’t with love.
It was fear.
The kind of fear you give a monster—
something that might lunge at you next.
That look… it shattered what little she had left.
So she ran.
As far as her legs could carry her.
Away from the house.
Away from them.
Away from herself.
She didn’t stop until the trees swallowed her whole—until she reached the dark forest no one dared to enter.
The air there was cold. Wrong.
Every step she took echoed with whispers of things she couldn’t see.
Branches cracked. Leaves shifted. Sounds circled her like they were
watching… waiting.
Her chest tightened.
She ran again.
Faster.
Blindly.
Until she stumbled upon a lake.
She dropped to her knees at the edge, gasping for breath, and looked down—
At her reflection.
Blood.
All over her shirt. Her hands. Her face.
Her lips trembled.
“I’m so sorry, Mike…” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I didn’t even know what happened… I’m sorry…”
Her tears fell into the water, distorting the image of the girl staring back at her.
Then—
A voice.
Soft.
Close.
Too close.
It brushed against her ear like a whisper… sending a chill down her spine.
Her body went still.
Slowly… painfully slowly… she turned—
And there—
She saw him.
Mike.
Standing behind her.
But not him.
His body was there… but hollow. Lifeless.
Like something wearing his skin. His movements are stiff, unnatural—
Like a dead thing trying to remember how
to live.
A broken, walking shell.
And it was looking straight at her.
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to be continued
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