Unit

By: Demon Goddess

Summary:

We did it unabashedly and we ask for no forgiveness. This is my attempt at writing a second person POV story. I hope you enjoy. Completed.

Warnings:

Heartlessness, mentioning of death, wraith, anger, abuse; nothing big, just there, PG-13

We stood there, our stark white clothing clashing with the noir aura of the situation. We had killed him, Grandfather. It was our choice, and so easily made; his cruelties against us unfathomable. We lived under his tyranny for far too long, since our beloved parents died.

Those times seem so far away to us now, memories of our paradise lost. But her we are again, faced with death, smiling our oh-so-cruel grins. He his pulling at his chest now, clawing at his heart through his shirt. But we know that will not help him, we know that there is no one here but us, and our hearts are cold to him. We watch his face grow purple, his balding head beaded with sweat. We changed his heart medicine and fed nothing. It makes us smile to see that he will not go easy. And we laugh at him. Our youngest one holds our legs, watching with a vertical smile, the gray eyes hard and unfeeling. He reaches his had, and it remembers what we suffered, and moves back as though he has the plague. We smile more, knowing that it has become part of our perfection. And when the police come, we will play the part of the shocked, destitute orphans, to go live with each other in our beautiful little house.

Our oldest will try for custody, and we will be the perfect unit, as long as no others dare to come in our way…

A/n:

I told you it was going to be short, just trying on the Second person POV shoe. I like it, it’s creepy. Hope you enjoyed it,

Demon Goddess