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"Take me, please, Wednesday..."
He's on the ground, bloodied, and getting debris on open wounds. I watched him writhe with distorted pain. I wanted him to feel the burn that I felt on his betrayal. As if my chest was casted in iron at stake and offered for the fire to feed. I'm surprised that I hated that sensation, I don't understand myself anymore.
But what's even more puzzling to me, is why I'm still here, standing and sparing him a gaze.
"They keep trying to get me and make me forget myself. If someone should take me, I want it to be you, please…"
I could hear the desperation in his tone, but more evidently so, his body bare, and covered in blood (mix of his own and whoever charlatan he’s murdered tonight), his face crumpled with insanity and despair. Usually, I'd enjoy seeing people when they're soaking wet with blood with a contorted look on their faces, but with Tyler...it didn't suit him well.
I wanted to wipe his skin to wash away the blood and make him bleed again using my personal scalpel, carefully and slowly while he cries and begs me to stop. Like I do with Pugsley.
"You should see yourself right now."
I stated dryly.
"You look like a newborn fawn that has been rejected by his cunt mother."
His eyes mellowed down with my remark.
Yes, that's right. Be mellow and whiny and soft and humane like you were.
Even so, I’m not sure who is talking to me right now. After he had asked me how it feels like to lose, I lost sense of who he was.
"I'm sorry. I really am.."
He stood up after meekly responding.
He gradually got closer and closer until we're only inches away.
"What are you doing?"
I spoke in a threatening undertone.
"You'll never see me again, Wednesday. I promise."
He muttered while looking down on his feet. As I stare at his head, I realized how almost poetical the dye of blood on his grimy blonde locks looked. I fought the urge to touch it.
"Well, you also promised you weren't a terrible person, even though you did a terrible thing."
"Funny about promises isn't it, they're destined to be broken. And I'm just waiting for you to break one last thing, although I'd prefer breaking tangible things like your neck perhaps."
"Do you hate me Wednesday? Because I'm a monster? Because I killed people? Well, I'm so sorry and I understand, but if you're going to hate me, do it properly."
This time he looked at me, not with disdain like he's being possessed by Laurel Gates, but with teary eyes and a pitiful frown I had never seen him worn before, but definitely one he can pull off. I pondered maybe he's genuine.
But I can't deal with him right now. Not just yet.
"What do you mean I hate you, I don't feel anything for you. I'm quite fascinated to be precise. And a tinge loathing for myself, that's all."
He scoffed and looked away. As if I had said something ridiculous.
This tiresome conversation in the middle of the ragged woods has distracted me that he was indeed naked and monstrous and that I was confused as to why I'm still taking in his petty explanations.
"Aren't you scared, alone with a monster with no control of himself? "He asked with a pained smirk plastered across his red face.
"How sweet of you to think of my well-being, when you're the one who dragged me here."
I said with in a deadpan expression.
The siren of police cars rang like a disturbance in Wednesday's ears instead of a call for salvation.
"Nevermore isn't far from here. Go home."
"And I'm serious with what I told you."
He reprimanded, backing away from me.
"Would you be as kind as to tell me what matter it is you're specifically referring to?"
He darted sharply at me. Though it doesn't seem like he's interested in devouring me alive and gnawing at my flesh.
Just know I wouldn't taste good, you little traitor.
"What do you mean?"
He asked with a questioning and slightly irritated face.
"The one where you said you wanted us to be more than friends, or the one where you called me a cockroach you can't get rid of?"
I'm not sure why the most obvious didn't slip off. The one where he said I would never see him again.
"Wednesday..."
He called my name with a resigned sigh. I tried to keep my back straight and eyes wide and bewildering.
I hate how his tounge rolls my awful name.
"Know this, I will do whatever I want. And I'm not simply done with this wretched of a place."
I looked at him as if my eyes were arrows and his a targeted apple.
"See you after the semester break."
I walked away from him and headed towards the school, not meeting his woeful stare.
"I'm sure you'd still be stuck here in this hell-hole of a town anyway."
I whispered not planning to turn back but certainly not burning the bridge.
(I'm hoping for a redemption arc where Tyler would keep his Hyde personality but still be in control. Actually I'm not surprised that one of her potential lover is a psychotic killer that turns into a ghoul-like monster (Hyde) and is activated by a master, it's Wednesday guys. Still, I love their dynamic even though he broke my heart with his "How does it feel like to lose?" TT)