Board Thread:Art, Stories and Songs/@comment-25876934-20151121231752

She glanced reflexively at a non-existent watch. They were late- well, as late as one could get in a place without time.

It could have been eons before her counterpart showed up, or nanoseconds. It didn’t matter anyways. She blinked and they were there, grinning madly.

“I was wondering when you’d show up,” she commented idly, glancing up. “It isn’t like you to take so long.”

“Yes, I know, but I had to make some preparations,” the other replied apologetically.

“For anything special?” she asked, an eyebrow quirked up in curiosity.

Her face (yet not her face- even after all these years, it was disorienting) smiled back before replying amiably. “Yes, actually. First, I had to lure you here of all places- do you know how difficult it is to find a place that Prime doesn’t know about here?- then, I had to figure out the best way of doing it.”

“Doing.. what, precisely?” Even as she asked the question, unease settled low in her belly. This wasn’t going at all as she thought it would.

“Well, to do this, of course.” They pushed her down before slashing at her, knowing she could do nothing about it here, in the place without time. “Well, that felt satisfying! I can’t wait for later,” her doppelganger grinned, wiping the scarlet blood onto their scarlet shirt casually.

“Anyways. I’m not going to treat you like an idiot- you know why I’m here. Tell me, do you know how I feel?”

She knew how she, herself felt- crimson weeping out onto the colorless, featureless place where she lay, sprawled vulnerably on the non-existent ground. But them? She could feel it almost as well as her own pain- did, actually, once she started concentrating. “Yes. They’re all gone, and it hurts. You never wanted this, and it hurts. You can’t stop, and it hurts,” she whispered.

They laughed, a jarring, almost frightening sound given the situation. “Wrong! Nothing hurts- I don’t care about any of it anymore. It’s quite exhilarating, to be honest. I’d really thought you’d understand, of all of us, but I guess you don’t. Pity. You know what that means?” They pause for a moment, ever dramatic. “It means you aren’t important. And if you’re not important.. well… bye!”

She shut her eyes a mere moment before the knife struck her in the chest. It was probably a good thing that she did, in her brief retrospect, because she was suddenly left unable to do much more than struggle for breath and think.

Stars flickered behind her eyelids now, she noticed. They were beautiful, distant and cold, but ever so close and ever so warm. She’d miss them.

The stars went out, but she didn’t notice. 