“You’ve seen many battles, have you not?” When the lips moved, each syllable was a dagger piercing the silence, pushing away the monstrous wind. The feet moved ever so quietly, turning to an old shield that hung crookedly from its place on the fading grey wallpaper. “You know pain just as much as me. Yet now, now you sit rejected. Left to rust. Left to be forgotten.” A chuckle followed these words, so low and menacing that the shield itself drew away from the sound and clattered to the floor, reliving the similar ring of metal that had accompanied the shield during past years. Instantly the laugh stopped and silence reigned once more. Time passed, an unidentifiable amount of time. The still face peered out the broken window and gazed upon the lake below. Sharp dots of light reflected the stars above, and only an occasional wave bumped against the sandy shore and the rocky ledge on which the decrepit house leaned ever closer to the shadows beneath the water.
Only when footsteps made their way across the cracking floorboards did the girl move. Her dress glistened and moved like the lake below, and her eyes brought the full moon inside as she faced the man who had entered the room and now stood silently.
“You are not well.” His voice was pain. The darkness of his features, his eyes, his cloak all reflected the darkness inside his heart.
“Me?” the innocence in the now sweetly angelic voice was so unfitting the old house and the eerie night. “Why my dear, I have never been better.” It seemed the words were hardly out of her mouth that the thin hands rose up, with nails long and black. They ran down the man’s taut cheeks and mimicked the curve of his chin and the way his neck stretched in horror. His own bony fingers brushed hers away, and her perfect smile faded into the look of death that she had worn before. “Why are you here?” This time hostility was the only emotion that could be heard in the strained voice.
“I had to see you.” Exhausted, he leaned against the wall. As his weight fell upon it the whole house groaned in protest and pushed ever closer to the drop off edge of the rocks. “Adaliah, how can I ever help you?”
“Help? I need no help.” Adaliah’s voice continued firm and unrelenting as the man stood again, afraid of falling to his death along with the walls.
“Look around you! No one in their right mind would live in a place like this. Adaliah, you are not well.” Now the man’s voice began to rise and his dark eyebrows linked together in frustration. “What must I say? I was wrong. I was wrong, Adaliah. I see it now. I am sorry, but what was done cannot be changed. She would have killed them, dead. What else could I do but step in to save my family?”
“You could have had it any other way. They did not need you like I did. They did not love you.” The darkness was hidden behind each word she practically spat at him. His eyes closed in guilt and his hand raised as if asking for surrender.
“But I loved them.”
Such small words, so unimportant. Adaliah picked up the shield and hung it back on its post. “It was my great grandfather’s. He gave it to me because he loved me.”
“Now you accuse me as well? What would you have done? She said she would kill my family if I refused to be her apprentice.”
“Apprentice? That’s all you were? If all she wanted was an apprentice she would not have hunted down the most handsome man.” How sweetly the words dripped, like poison sliding down the fang of a viper.
“What would you have done?” He repeated the question, his voice filled with agony and his once perfect face creased with years of torture.
“I would have sooner killed you than leave you to this fate.” The lips smiled, nearing the maniacal expression she had hid so well behind the accusations and the fake innocence. The smile grew, the blue irises were almost completely hidden by the closing eyelids and the hair rose with a fresh gust of wind from the lake. With a movement that was not of a living person but of a soul quickly leaving the world, her arm rose and hung in the air inches away from the man’s face. Scars traced their way up her pale skin and formed words and sentences.
“All for you, my love. Every time the knife pierced my skin, it was for you and only you.” Her other hand moved to the wall and the aforementioned weapon was produced, brown with dried blood. At the sight of the man’s frantic expression she once more gave out a laugh that only one who has all but died can give. The sound continued, jumping off the walls and skimming over the lake. The sharpened knife slipped through the deathly white fingers and stuck in the floor below. She moved past the man and to an old table. On the table sat an assortment of rocks. She stuffed them in hidden pockets of her black dress until the pockets bulged like the cheeks of a magpie who has found some treasure too big to be carried in its beak or claws.
“Adaliah, what are you doing?” the man’s voice rose, but was covered by the sound of her continued laughter. “Adaliah!”
“For you, my dear,” she murmured between chuckles, stuffing ever more rocks in the seams of her dress. “For you.” The man stared in dumb silence as she brushed past him again, hardly aware that he was even there. When he tried to grasp her arm she simply dug rivers of blood into his hand with her sharpened nails and laughed ever harder.
“Don’t forget me, dear. You won’t, will you? When I am alone with the sound of the water, you won’t forget me?” Her words were hollow and unconnected to the glowing white of insanity that showed in her eyes. “After all, this is all for you. Now, promise me you won’t forget me?”
“Adaliah!”
“You promise? Wonderful. Goodbye, my love.” A new breeze rose from the waves and blew around her hair. The shards of glass still poking through the window cut her fingers and streams of blood rolled down the trails of scars on her arms and melted into the fabric of the dress as she climbed on the window. Her feet also dug into the shattered bits of window and the pain made her smile grow, showing perfect white teeth.
As her bones drifted down to the stars and the round moon, the man stepped to the window. His fingers felt the abandoned blood and he stared as her body made contact with the waves below and she faded from his view forever. As for Adaliah, the pain of impact was the first breath of fresh air. Each gulped breath of icy water filled her lungs with numbness and sanity. The last thought that pushed into her mind like a thin spider’s web was simple and emotionless. Her vision of the waters blurred and her body left her alone in the waves. Throughout it all, her only thought was this: that, my love, was easy.
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