Ayla's Supernatural Love Dungeon

Chapter 7

Requiem

Rain poured down, drenching the world in what felt like a never-ending rainstorm. A lone street lamp shone down on the barbaric scene I created. I looked down at the figure lying at my feet. Blood seeped out of them and more than likely covered the tread of my shoes. I grit my teeth. Pathetic. A bloody hand reached out and grabbed my shirt. Damnit. I really liked this shirt, too. Now that this pathetic worm has gotten blood on it, I have to burn it.

“Help me,” they pleaded weakly.

 I raised my right leg and kicked them back to the ground. My action made them aware that I had no intention of helping them. They began to crawl away. I lifted my head towards the sky and breathed in the smell of the rain. Several raindrops hit my face and I spread my arms out as if welcoming a friend into a warm embrace. By now, the individual had crawled a few inches from me and was no longer in the halo light of the street lamp. With a quick flick of my wrist, a small throwing knife fell into my hand. With another quick flick of the wrist, the knife sailed through the air until it landed squarely into the shoulder blades of my victim. I strutted over to the body and crouched over them. I yanked the knife out, and blood spurted out of the fresh wound.

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet,” I hissed.

I flipped them over and straddled them. They pulled their hands up in a defensive position. They tried to fight me off, but the blood loss they suffered from made them even more weak. I stabbed them multiple times in the chest. If I was going to burn my shirt because of the blood, I may as well go all in. A sick and twisted smile appeared on my face and I laughed hysterically with every thrust of my knife going into my victim’s body.

I sat on the curb next to the dead body. I stretched out my legs. My clothes were completely drenched in blood and water. The dark voice inside me had been sated. I took a breath and attempted to get up from my sitting position. I was stopped when a shock hit my body that paralyzed me. It was followed by a shiver running down my spine as if a being from the other side stepped on my grave and dragged its nails along the words on my gravestone. The strong smell of mint infiltrated my nostrils.

When the sensation passed, a dark and twisted smile crept over my face. “You brought back another person from the dead,” I marveled.

Chapter 8

Requiem

            I don’t remember much of my life before I died. I don’t even know how I died. The few things that I do recall are that I died and that I was resurrected. There is a hazy memory from my time in the in-between that haunted my dreams. In the memory, I stood with a shovel near a freshly dug hole. A dark figure loomed over me, like the shadow you see in horror movies with the giant monster teeth. The monster had the typical dark voice that encouraged me to get into the hole. I crawled into the hole.

“What is this?” I asked.

“It’s your grave.”

I positioned myself to lie down in the hole when the smell of mint suddenly invaded my nose. This was strange because the world around me lacked all perfumes. The mint scent formed a parachute. As it inflated and dragged me upwards, the dark figure that once encouraged me to lie in my grave, grabbed my leg. I was being pulled back through the veil to the mortal world by the mint aroma. When I passed through the veil, a piece of the dark figure split off and stayed with me.

            The first thing I saw when I came back from the otherworld was a pair of honey-brown eyes staring at me. It took a few moments before I realized where I was. I peered around looking at my surroundings without moving my head. I had seen enough crime TV shows to know, that I was in the morgue at the hospital.

            “Are you okay?” the girl asked. My gaze returned to her. She looked to be a teenager, in high school.

            “What happened?” I questioned in a raspy voice. My throat was dry.

The girl looked nervously around the room and avoided eye contact with me as she spoke. “I brought you back…from the dead.”

Part of me wanted to scream at her. Why, I couldn’t remember. However, as I stared at her face and took in every minute detail, I could sense something dark. The dark thing grew rapidly inside of me as I admired this girl.

            “Who are you?” I inquired.

            “My name is Althea and I’m a…,” she trailed off.

            “You’re a Necromancer?” I said, but the voice wasn’t my own. It felt…off, and something told me that the voice belonged to the dark thing.

The girl nodded.

I got up from the stretcher and stretched. It was strange having a physical body. The bones cracked and the muscles were sore from lack of movement. How long I was dead for, I don’t know. In a swift movement and before I knew what I had done, I grabbed the scalpel from the tray next to the autopsy table.

            “Here, I don’t know if these are your clothes, but anything would be better than not having clothes,” Althea spluttered.

I finally took notice of my lack of attire. She handed me a pair of ripped jeans and a plain black tee. I pulled the pants on first, it made it easier to hide the scalpel, then pulled the shirt on. Once I was completely dressed, I turned to Althea. In a flurry and again before I realized my actions, I pinned Althea to the ground and held the scalpel to her face.

A shady smile crept over my face. “Thanks for this second chance at life,” the darkness voiced. The expression on the girl changed from concern to fear. It was that moment, when I saw fear on her face, that the dark being from the other world took over.

            Thus, creating a strong bond between me, a reanimated corpse, and Althea, the necromancer who gave me a new life. A new life as Requiem, the serial killer. It was through this bond, that I knew she had brought back another person from the dead.