The Colour Of Murder
Chapter Eight
I'm sorry it's been so long, but i've had a bad year, so many things have been going on in my life and i'm struggling to keep up with anything. Even my own site is on Hiatus and has been since August. So, a short but hopefully thought provoking chapter for you all.
DISCLAIMER: Square Enix blah blah blah.
Vincent retreated to his coffin, feeling somewhat stunned and rejected still; he was in there no longer than an hour of so when he heard the door open, soft foot falls padding towards him. The male stayed still, hearing the footsteps pause only a metre away from him, he closed his eyes, waiting.
"Vincent?" Sunday called out to him.
"Yes?"
"May I stay with you tonight?"
He paused, not wanting to ask why and scare her off.
"Yes," he replied.
The footsteps began again as the brunette opened the coffin door and stepped in, managing to fit herself besides him. Vincent moved slightly to give her more space, realising it was still going to be a slight squeeze. The female inhaled deeply, her head resting against his chest as the lid closed again on them and all was still. Vincent glanced down in the darkness at the petite female beside him awkwardly before finally asking her softly.
"Are you alright?"
Sunday didn't answer straight away, she seemed distracted by the nights previous events, how she was so close to him like as they had danced, their lips so closed but she had pulled away, startled and ran off. She swallowed hard, nodding her head slightly.
"No,"
Vincent sighed.
"I know you don't want to talk to me Sunday, but I'll be hear if you feel the need to talk..."
Sunday hushed and nodded once more.
"Okay,"
She relaxed somewhat, shifting slightly to get comfortable in the small space. Vincent could smell the faint smell of musk and vanilla in her hair as she rested her head against him, he wrapped one arm about her shoulders before closing his eyes, comtemplating somewhat like he always did. The brunette at his side sighed before closing her own eyes, falling to a slight slumber.
'What's happening to me, what did you do?!"
'Please Sunday, you must understand, it was for science...a gift!'
'This isn't a gift, it's sick! You're sick!!'
Inside her mind, it went dark. She was walking along a corridor, alone; as she looked down at her hands she gasped, they were drenched in blood. Opening a door, she almost screamed, a mangled corpse on the floor. His blood was on her hands. Murderess?
'Sunday...what have you done?'
She turned, eyes wide in fear. Sunday stuttered and breathed heavilly, on the verge of hysterics. Her hands. Her hands. His blood, blood everywhere, so...much...blood.
'Lynk. Please, something's wrong with me...you have to help me!!!'
'You kill him..'
'I..I...I don't know anymore! Please Lynk...help me!'
'MURDER!! MURDER IN THE HOUSE!!'
She looked panic-stricken, and began to run, but as she turned away, her worlds fell apart and she was left in darkness.
Thankyou:
Anarchy's Ashes: I love that game! Yes, in a way, she was somewhat inspured by Jen. I adored her character. Oh Lord! I'm so glad you don't think Sunday is a Mary-Sue...I would kill myself if that happens...nooo!
Blitz12: Slowly but surely, I hope.
The Lost Laurelezz: I'm sorry it's been so long. Hope you like this.
Rioki Moondove: Sowwie Sowwie SOWWIE! Gimme me back Vinne-chu, pweeeease?
Da KeR MysTeRr: Homework...is evil...
SilverGhostKitsune: Fankyew -bows-
moogle in paradaisu: Uh...what?