Endless Antagonist

She was the perfect student, the perfect daughter. She had luscious black hair that fell to mid-waist, and tantalizing diamond blue eyes. She was a straight-A student, little miss popular....so why?

Why did it have to come to this?

It was just another normal day...at least she thought it was. She was discussing the homework assignment with her teacher. How dare he fail her! She only has A's! It was all that she would have accepted, all that was expected from her. NO, this would not do!

However, maybe a gleam in her eye, the twitch in her wrist, or maybe just the sweat on her brow gave her away. The glimmer of steel cut through the air, but it was knocked from her hands. Even as she writher and struggled to claw out her teacher's eyes, and yet...she fell.

Her head hit the corner of a desk, her vision was blurred, face contorted in her last few seconds of wickedness. Then, the teacher was standing above her, gasping out strangled cries, sobbing, choking as he collapsed besides her corpse. Blood staining both her pretty white skirt and his leggings a dark red hue.

However, this was not the end...

The teacher was unaware, this did not concern the living. IT only happened to those who were bound to cross over, those who have yet to pass their fated door.

HE came, his very essence trailing the very darkness of this world, neither evil nor good, wicked or kind, generous or corrupted...No, it was so much worse. There was no bargaining with this fellow, no bribes, nor deeds could be done to avoid his penetrating ice cold gaze that held not an ounce of malice, nor a hint of kindness. NO, all this creature contained was that hideous indifference. There was no answer to her pitiful end, no forgiveness for her crimes, she was well away from any sort of redemption.

That creature came...STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! His large leather boots seemed to shatter the earth with each looming footstep. Despite being there, right in front of her, gazing upwards in absolute terror, not for the sake of her could she gather his face, his face that she could not see...just an abysmal darkness, with only a pair of steel amber eyes. His hair trailing behind him like black smoke...STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! NO! STAY AWAY!

The words would not come, only tears that stained her beautiful face. The creature could see it all though, reflected in her pitiful eyes, the begging, the bribing, the anger, the rage, the horror, the terror, the agony, the melancholy, the dastardly fear she felt and had inflicted to escape her own self-loathing. She, who had it all, she who was hated for all her material wealth, for all her temporary charms, for all her illusions of perfection. No, her life was no greater than the worms that fed on still corpses, even less than that. Her life, less than a fragment of breath, only a single star in the vast universe, useless to all the rest. A life that wouldn't have mattered to any one on the other side of the world. That was all she was, just clutter of dust in the corner of a room. She was no more important than any other life that was victim to her abuse. That was why he was here...

STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The girl shook to her bones, crawling away from the creature, her mouth gaping as her final words after death echoed in the vacuum, "Help! Please! MR._____!" If the creature were millenniums  younger, maybe he would have laughed at her stupidity, calling for help from a person she herself had nearly murdered. Of course, it wouldn't have mattered anyways. Her precious teacher couldn't hear her, he was in shock, still trembling on his knees, barely holding his lunch in.

STOMP! The girl turned her attention away from the useless teacher, slowly peeking behind her at the creature. He grabbed the handle that protruded from his back, yanking it out of his body. It was a sword, with black jagged edges, silver petals embellishing it, red creases joining the eerie  beauty. With one swing of his sword, all ties to that realm were cut loose. Her soul was sliced, shipped to hell.

The creature ignored the teacher, his footsteps echoing as he walked away. The very fabric of reality tearing for him.

"Welcome back, master!" the cheering voices of demons invited him home. He stared down at his people with that hideous look of indifference in his steel, icy, cold amber eyes.

Reviews

[JackValor86]

well that was like a picture painted more than a narrative

[Nic C Williams]

Oh my gosh this is a great story! I loved the whole thing

[wolfie]

Thank you very much! I am happy to hear you enjoyed the story.

[Nic C Williams]

Keep up the good work.