|The Mysteries Inside
Author: Aellepi PM
There it is. The definite proof of a mystery that he has never imagined would be connected with the room. A mystery he will now never know or understand. "Then you won't mind if I go on ahead with this." A two-shotRated: Fiction K+ - English - Mystery/Crime - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,908 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 04-01-12 - Published: 01-27-12 - Status: Complete - id: 2992032
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Finally. It took me such a long time to write this and decide to post it. This HTML-thing just keeps going on and on and on and it doesn't seem to be stopping. So annoying. I just now got used to it. Even then, it's such a hassle to get everything looking just as I want it to. (I'm so happy to have found that one site where they tell how one can do the horizontal line. ^-^) But this is kinda fun too...
Meh, anyway. This is the scene from her PoV. It's definitely very much clearer on what exactly happened. I'm wondering if the rating should be K+ or T. 'Cause this is a bit darker than his PoV. I guess. :P I don't know. Still, hope you enjoy this!
Warnings: Remains the same for the most part. I.e. Proceed with caution.
The Mysteries Inside:
Her Point of View
There it is. The definite proof of a mystery that he had never imagined would be connected with the room. A mystery he will now ne-
The quiet voice startles me and my heart jumps to my throat from the surprise. I look up and see Claude standing at the mouth of the corridor. He's staring at me, face completely blank.
My mouth moves on its own. "Oh. Claude." It comes out flat and lifeless, as if I were already dead. It's strange how calm I feel now. I expected to be uneasy and nervous and afraid, but I'm not. Not anymore. I still remember the apprehension I felt this morning when I woke up. Now it's all gone – every last bit of it.
Now we just have to follow the script.
I look down at the book. It's unadorned, one of those that never stand out much. And yet, the cover is a beautiful grey that makes me think of the shiny fur of a wolf and of a stone perfectly refined by the sea over many years. Because it's such a pretty little book, you won't be able to forget it once you do notice it. The pages are filled with words written in blood red ink, the handwriting all round shapes and swirls. It tells a particular story among many – of two young people meeting for the last time. In truth, I haven't read this story to the very end. I couldn't. Only today. Only today I had the strength to aim for it.
"I wasn't expecting you yet. Thought I'd have the time to at least finish this book before you came."
"You... were waiting for me?" Claude's expression hasn't changed at all. Is this how he looks like when he kills? Did all the others see that same expression when their time came?
Somehow that's just...
I close the book, unwilling to think of the story written with the spilt blood of my friends. It's far too gruesome. I wonder if my blood was used to write this book as well? Or am I too precious to be used in such a way? "Yeah. I knew you'd come for me tonight."
I think I feel a little disappointed when Claude doesn't even look surprised at my words. He just keeps staring blankly at me and moves forward to kneel before me. "How did you know it was me?" Even though Claude isn't tall, he still seems to tower over me menacingly. Or maybe that's just the knife that he's holding in his right hand. I can see it from the corner of my eyes.
When did he take it out?
His uncle gave it to him when he was eight. That I know. I also know that knife has drunk more blood than Claude has been able to give it. I'm sure somewhere in here there's a book that tells about the people who fell to this blade of Claude's uncle. How ironic that two persons from the same family would use the same knife for the very same purpose.
I never did have the courage to try and find the other book.
"When?" He asks, easily believeing my lie.
"Pretty early on. When it was Gwen's turn." That's when I first found the book. That's when I first read it and realised that Claude will eventually end my life.
Claude's grey eyes are trained firmly on mine. "...that was over a year ago."
"Yeah. I know", I respond calmly. I've spent this last year restlessly waiting for today, for this moment. Lady Seshat is never wrong, after all.
Finally he shows some emotion as his lips tighten into a thin line. "Then why didn't you say so?! Why didn't you go to the police to say it was me!?" He seems angry and agitated. Does he really care so much that I didn't even try to stop him? Would he really have wanted to be stopped before he killed all of us?
I raise my hand and caress his cheek gently. Claude really is a very sad boy, isn't he? Such a sad boy. It hurts my heart to see him like this, with his hands bloodied by despair and desire for revenge and his mind thrown into madness. Claude will kill me soon, yet I feel such pity for him, and for what happened to Miran. It was far too cruel.
Without thinking, I lean forward and kiss him on the corner of his lips. I know I'm not Miran, but I hope this would calm him a little. I whisper to him, "Why should I have done that? Your cause is just." I see unshed tears deep in his eyes. "And it's not like it'd have changed anything. You'd still have come for me tonight."
I see how his eyes grow wide with shock. Even though Claude is a murderer, he's still a normal human being. He wouldn't understand the inevitability that I know as a Priestess of Lady Seshat. Once something has been written down in one of the books, it becomes reality. If a book tells of something that hasn't yet happened, there is no way it won't come to pass.
Suddenly Claude smiles. It's a small smile, but a smile nonetheless. He has a surprisingly tender look on his face, something I have never seen except when he had looked at Miran. Like this, Claude almost reminds me of an angel, with his grey eyes, black, curly hair and kind expression. I couldn't ever say if people were more envious of Miran or of Claude when they were together. And maybe I'm a little like that too. I'm quite happy that my last sight from this world won't be that blank look.
"Then you won't mind if I go on ahead with this."
Ah. It really is time. I regret just a little that I didn't have time to read what happens after Claude kills me. I would have liked to know that at the very least. But I can only blame myself for being such a coward.
"Oh, no. Not really."
Lady Seshat, please let it not hurt too much.
Aaand there you have it. That's what happened. He killed her. Yay? Now, if you have something to ask me, don't hesitate to do so. If you have something to say about this, please do so. Even if you want to tell me that this sucked, I won't mind. (Terribly, that is. Of course, if you don't like this, I won't be happy, but it's not like the world will end if you don't.) Let me tell you something though:
Miran is a Slavic (?) name that is unisex. Which means that you get to decide if Miran is a boy or a girl. :D Happy?
In Ancient Egypt Seshat was the Goddess of wisdom, knowledge and writing. One of her titles was Mistress of the House of Books. Says Wiki.
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