I've been writing this story for more than a month now. I can't seem to find an appropriate ending before and has got to stop until last week. Enjoy!
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Memento Mori
It was our fifth date; Just the right time for Sophie to ask me in her apartment. I did everything by the book. I'm a great writer after all.
She asked me to wait in the living room since she just need to get dressed. I thought it was romantic. I thought wrong.
I walked towards the kitchen. I was planning to help the mood with the champagne I took from the bar earlier. I got two glasses. Smoothly, I filled them with wine.
Everything as planned; and then I glanced at the refrigerator. Nothing unusual, It was posted with polaroid
pictures. I stopped filling the glasses and took a step closer to the pictures. Nothing unusual, it was just
pictures of Sophie...dead.
I. The older brother
I dropped the glass and was in the surge of running away from the picture when someone took me by my arm. I felt like the world was spinning and I ended up with the floor above me. I wasn't hurt but I can feel the coldness of death inches from my body. I was dead scared.
The man standing before me was bearded. He was in a formal black which reminds me of a gothic picture I just saw recently. he looked at the polaroid pictures on the refrigerator and then smiled at me.
"That was fast. I thought you're going to lay down with my sister first, before we could talk. Poor lad."
The man was trying hard to look friendly. He wasn't, and it scared me even more.
Who are you? Where's Sophie? What's the meaning of this?
I was shouting him questions as I stood up. It was the least I can do to buy some time before I can escape the lunacy. It did, since I was able to browse the kitchen for a butcher's knife. I clutched and pointed the knife at him.
Stay away or I'll be forced to use this.
He smiled and walked slowly towards me. "Let's see if you can do it"
He was 5 steps away - I can see the resemblance with Sophie; 4 Steps away - He was heavy shouldered and can easily outpower me; 3 Steps- I can smell his breath.
"Stop! Brother please stop!" shouted Sophie. She was standing behind the man. We all froze, waiting for someone to make a move. The man moved away from us; took the wine and the glass, and sat down on one of the sofa couches in the living room.
I stared at Sophie, and reflected in her eyes are the polaroid deaths.
II. The old story
In the manner of speaking, Sophie were the victims. Her brother is a serial killer for centuries. If you've heard of the Jack the Ripper, the Zodiac, The Alligator Man and Ripper Crew then you know how brutal his lust for blood is.
In some strange ways, he wasn't caught and accomplices admitted to crimes he have committed. His killing started since 16th century until now; however, it was in the late 90s that he changed the patterns of serial killing.
He began victimizing Sophie multiple times, experimenting on different tortures only the darkest of ones imagination can think of. Sophie, hopeless and bound to the love for his brother, accepted the fate.
Like any other routine, a polaroid picture stands as the evidence and witness of the killing.
If everything I mentioned seem strange then it would help to say that they are immortals; and no crimes were committed.
III. The Dark Intent
We were seated in the living room. I was placed in the couch in front of Sophie. Her brother seated on my left. He was eyeing me continsceously as if I was an object to be devoured sexually.
The silence was broken by his large nasal voice. "Elixir of life made from the philosopher's stone: the myth for immortality. You've heard it lad?". Yes I have. It's a myth as old as man's imagination but as fickle as a fairy tale.
"So do you believe it? ". Nope I don't. "Well let me enlighten you the reality behind the myth then. But first, let's drink to it."
He handed me a glassful of champagne. I drank it whole not, slipping a drop. I felt the rush of blood, the warmth inside my throat. it was enough to make me sober from the surreal situation.
Both of them, brother and sister, were staring at the glass of champagne while I drank it. Slowly, I emptied the glass; Then it dawned to me that I might have been poisoned.
IV. The Purpose
I dropped the glass. It did not shatter.
I felt the world revolve around me. There were sounds of laughter and strong high-pitched sound which was penetrating my brain through my ears. I tried to block the bright blinding light using my hand as a curtain. As I was about to get up, the floor beneath my feet crampled into a paper-fold. I jumped into my seat, and was back into the room again.
The glass shattered.
"We have no intent to poison or kill you. Please calm down." said Sophie.
"You are here as part of my sister's bidding. She wants you to write our story." said Sophie's brother. His face was expressionless like a dead man sitting on the couch. It was hard to believe him while he was holding the butcher's knife.
I will write your story.
Both of them smiled. "There's one more thing", he said as he stood up. Sophie looked down as if expecting something terrible to happen.
He was quicker than I expected. I deflected his hand, just in time for the knife to enter my chest.
V. The End
Blood splattered on the floor; My blood washed my hands. I tried to pull the red knife protruding on my chest.
I looked at Sophie's brother, then to Sophie.
You promised. I muttered. They promised not to kill me, and it was the last hope of security.
I was beginning to get numb when Sophie's brother pulled the knife from my chest. Like a fountain, I made a mess out of myself. I felt death swallowing my strenghts, so I kneeled down. I tried to close the wound, pushing my hands against it.
I closed my eyes waiting to faint and die.
Then suddenly, all things became normal. I can still feel the wetness of my hands, I can hear my screams of pain, though the pain was gone. I opened my eyes, and like a new born baby, I was immersed in my own blood kneeling on the floor.
"So I'll ask again. Do you believe in the elixir of life?", asked Sophie's brother. It wasn't champagne after all. He shook me from my shock and forcefully made me stand.
"Now the part of my bargain", he said. "I'm a bit tired of killing women", and then he smiled. His teeth showing a feature of satisfaction.
"From this day on forward, you'll run away from me..and I will haunt you like a mad dog. I will reap you into pieces and will kill you again and again and again. We have all eternity to spare anyway" He turned his back from me and walked towards the door.
"Run" he commanded. I followed like a lower creature. I ran as fast as I could even though my shoes slips from my own blood.
I have died before and I will run until all eternity haunts me.
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