Thread: ..::Aɴɢᴇʟs ᴏғ Dᴇᴀᴛʜ::.. [Rʏᴀx & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ]

Rachel could hear the shallow in-and-out of his breathing through his nasal passages, the soft rise-and-fall of his chest seemingly peaceful, as she crouched over him in observation . As if the suspension was intensifying, once he flicked his eyelids open, she couldnt help but jolt back in surprise before securing her eyes onto the rolling body. His shadow hovered over her, blocking the light from the ceiling to fill her hues with his face. The sturdy grip of his hand enclosed around her neck, causing her to wince in confusion before her feet would soon be dangling. Coldness struck her core as the back of the wall nibbled at her back, causing her body to shiver. Isacs breath was hot as he spat his own opinions in her face. She listened carefully and attentively, unflinching as his grip tightened with his ever-growing rage. Her eyes were vacant, no sign of fright, but she couldnt help but feel sympathetic towards the mass murderer. Those petite hands of hers laid limp, insensible to being freed from the confines of his clutch. It was difficult to swallow, to inhale, and most importantly stay awake. Concentrating on his face, she tried her hardest to keep the darkened fog that was filling in her eyes at bay. Everything around Isac was turning black, his face twisted with distaste and annoyance. Im sorry you have to kill someone as boring as. Me. Her voice cracked the words out, mostly mouthing them as the stiffened grip extinguished her ability to vocalize. There was a speck left of Isac in her vision, her pupils dilating as her lungs cried for oxygen. Her head felt bloated, like a balloon with too much helium in it, ready to pop. The hotness from her cheeks would radiated a bright pink tone as the blood flow was cut off. Before everything turned as black as night, a picture sprouted in her slightly conscious mind A family portrait . It was her mom, and her dad! They were all smiling, but Rachel was the only one with eyes opened. Focusing furthermore on the image, details of blood scattered messily on the photo appeared. Her parents were dead, nothing but a corpse with trailing blood leaving their sealed lips. Finally, after all this time, she saw a hint of her parents, even though it wasnt what she quite wanted to see. Before finally closing her eyes, tears welled up inside those dazzling orbs, her muscles relaxing before turning limp, her lids growing heavy enough to close on their own. Upon shutting, her tears flowed down her burning cheeks. Dropping to the ground, she laid limp, nothing but darkness succumbing her mind. She didnt think, didnt dream, but embraced what was supposed to be her death. It felt like forever, eternities had passed, but only several minutes ticked by before her dazed and muddled eyes opened to display the same room as before. Hmph She exhaled the grumbled noise from her flared nostrils before stretching the limpness away from her muscles. Her fingertips skated against her neck, remnants of this indentations of his grip played as a reminder of her sudden spark with death. I almost knew the answer. She puffed out before stroking her hands into her locks of contorted hair. Sitting up, the room began to spin as stars sparkles in her eyes. Getting up too quickly was a result, and to adjust she sat there in solitude for over five minutes, recollecting her thoughts and what to do next. It would be best to give Isac a rest, as she could vividly remember the frustration bulging from his bandaged expression. This didnt mean she would give up, but instead let him think about his actions. If I help you get out of here, will you promise to kill me? Find me after you thought it out. She shouted out in the open, loud enough to be heard a few rooms down. Just how loud she was surprised her after her throat was bound by fearsome hands. It wasnt expected to receive anything in return as a response, but wanted to leave the thought floating in the air. A break from him seeing her was the best option, as he didnt stay around for her to awaken. I dont understand myself either Muttering the reply to what he said earlier loitered inside of her cranium, before taking a courageous step out into another room. Floor C4 read above the new level Rachel managed to stumble upon. Its kind of cold in here She muffled out before clutching onto her arms to keep them warm. She was getting somewhere, at least it went up in the alphabet instead of down. The smells of soil filled her nostrils as she looked at the glassed door. It appeared to be a very large green house, but it was too cold to inhibit anything plant-like. Carefully she clutched the doorknob before feeling the sharpness of how frigid it was, but she didnt pull away, instead, she turned it to the right to hear it unlock, springing open. These are graves, that explains the smell of soil and why its so cold. A field of tombstones painted out in coordinated rows before her. Some of the graves sites looked freshly dug, while the others were patched with growing grass. The soil crunched underneath her feet as she gingerly walked the scenery, inspecting each headstone carefully before moving onto the next row. Graves why does this place need so many graves, anyways? She thought about the answer as she continued her stroll. There was a tombstone, in the distance, appeared to be fresh. Upon getting closer to inspect it, the bold font grew more legible, until it read loud and clear to her. Rachel Gardner. Its mine? Her head cocked to the side before kneeling to gingerly touch the hardened stone. It was smooth and nicely put together, but it had a sick sadistic twist to it. Engraved was her birth date, with the death date unknown except for the current year. She shook her head and rose back up to her feet. There was one under construction right beside her grave, and she could only guess it was Isacs There was a small shed towards the end of the greenhouse graves, perhaps there were clues in there. She didnt bother to think if anyone was in here, or in the shed, but regardless she pried the door open to be met with shovels, gloves, gravestone schematics. The works. It was a decent sized shed, but still didnt give her much clues. Inspecting the schematics of the headstones, a scribbled note laid in the far corner of the table, neatly folded and recently written. Picking it up, her eyes darted over the printed words, uncaring to this persons privacy. Ive always had my eye on her, I want to see her, but that guy keeps getting in the way! She has such a lovely voice, so she must be a lovely girl. Im sure she is! Thats why I fell in love with her at first sight! Oh, these arent good enough I must make something special just for her! Ill be dreaming of her eternal resting place. Blinking absent mindedly, she sat down the paper and scooted it away far from her. She wondered who this person was talking about. More of the documents from the room Isac burnt down sprawled out on the table. It made more sense, seeing the papers here, but it still caused her head to hurt from unknowing. The dim lights in the greenhouse flickered before shutting off, causing Rachel to quickly exit the shed and close it in attempt to show no one had been in there. Grave Delinquent. A low male voice echoed around the entire greenhouse, unable to categorize which direction it was coming from. Rachel whipped around to see the lights flickered back on, this time a male standing 20 feet away from her, shovel in hand. His eyes glinted as he saw her for the first time, mouth gaping open in disbelief. Ive always been making graves for people that others killed, and that can get quite boring He began to explain to her as he twirled his shovel around into the soil. Even if I do like building graves, I dont quite like the ones who go into them that others have killed. This time, he was starting to walk in front of her, but she kept her posture and didnt move. I know a lot about you. You want to die, dont you? He smiled as he finally got a reaction from her as her eyes widened. Yes youre the girl that I fell in love with. He gave away that the papers left in the shed was about her, a person she had never met before I can fulfil that wish for you, so just say yes and I will. Rachel was motionless as his body was close to hers, his head radiating onto her exposed skin. Theres no need to look so shocked. Its nice to finally meet you, Rachel. Im Eddie . Casually he stuck his hand out, not waiting for her own, to shake it whole heartedly. A joyous expression played on his lips. Theres no need to run, Im not like the others, I wont snap and kill you suddenly. That same smile never left his face as he talked about something so deep, taking a deep breath before continuing. Its alright, I know of your wishes. I know everything about you Your mother, your father And everyone around you. I know all of them. Everything? Rachel questioned, her eyes fixated on the new figure, almost in a trance. Yup! Thats right! And so, since I already know everything about you, Im able to kill you with a light heart. Ill make sure you use the grave I built for you. He reassured her before gently caressing her cheek. His hand was warm despite his cold words, and it soothed her as she swayed in the trance of his promises of her demise. I She stuttered, unable to word out what she wanted. Hey, Rachel, why are you hesitating? Those desires of yours, let me hear them! His hands opened outwards to accept everything she had to say, her eyes adverting to her feet before looking back into his yellow hues to answer his inquire. .I wish to die. Aha! I knew it! He exclaimed before speaking furthermore, Ill help you fulfill that wish, so, just say yes. More silence played on her part, to which he impatiently tapped his toe before crossing his arms. Im getting impatient! Hey could it be because of him? An image of Isac painted into her mind when he mentioned someone else. She did announce to help him get out as long as he would kill her, even though it wasnt set in stone or not. Oh, indeed it is! He took her silence as the answer. I knew something was weird. If that guy werent around anymore, would you immediately say yes? Did he threaten you? Or is he holding onto some weakness of yours? Whats stopping you? Eddie began to interrogate her, each question booming with irritation, but he kept his full rage at bay. After all, I could kill you too. But in that case, he wouldnt be able to get out of the building if I said yes. She answered in a monotone voice. Why get out? Theres nothing wrong with this place! His happiness about this maze caused his eyes to glisten again, his arms gripping at her shoulders in excitement. To be killed by him, or be killed by me? His right hand gripped at a fallen strand of her hair before tucking it behind her ear gingerly, his lips pursing up into a sweet smile. Ill put you to sleep, in the most beautiful way possible