Diamonds of Blood and Tears

[Frethya19]

Her head pounded and she felt something warm and sticky. She had blacked out again and from the looks of it the warm and sticky were pools of blood swimming around her feet telling her she had killed again last night. It must be allot of people or animals to make so much blood she thought; or just a really fat person. She snickered at that last one wondering at the same time how many of what she had killed although she'd never do any of it herself it only ever happened when she blacked out which was good that it wasn't that often. She felt kind of sorry for all the victims that had probably fallen to her hand and she hated that she always woke from the black outs always having to clean up afterwards. She hated cleaning. Wherever she lived was always a mess so if someone was over at any time she would just shove a few things under the furniture to make it look cleaner. Sometimes though after long periods of blacking out she would find it spotlessly clean when she wasn't really there.
With a withered sigh she came back to present time. Oh well, guess it it was time to clean up this horrid mess she didn't need anyone finding it. And maybe it was time to get some help.

After cleaning up the mess she had just made Chi decided to go for a walk thinking a nice peaceful walk might help with her headache. She walked along the lonely cobblestone streets looking up at the blue sky thankful she hadn't done to much damage this time although she wasn't sure what in all she had done since all she had seen once she woke up was a pool of blood at her feet and some disturbed dirt a few feet away. It had taken her all night to clean it up and her head hurting hadn't made things any bit better for her.
She tripped on a piece of broken cobble breaking herself from her thoughts about last night and saw someone a bit farther down. Her face brightened in recognition, this was the guy a shopkeeper had told her about before she had blacked out and reawakened in the woods.
"Hey!" she exclaimed running up to him than blanked on what to say stuttering for a few seconds. "Uh..u..um.. I w..was told by someone that you are a person one can t..talk to if they have problems, you are that guy aren't you?" She blinked up at him shielding her eyes from the bright sun hoping she hadn't been wrong cause if she was this would be awfully embarrassing and she wouldn't be able to forget about it for weeks.
She blinked again and he was gone. She looked everywhere but couldn't see him. Maybe she was really just starting to go completely crazy hallucinating blacking out and all.

 

[intimate]

He was a cleaner, which meant he cleaned up other people's messes, whatever that required. He wasn't cheap, but then that was because he was good at what he did. No, he was the best at what he did. Mainly because of his ability to become a ghost. You didn't see him, though you might sense him. Then he was there, accomplished his task, and then he wasn't there. Being anonymous had allowed him to develop his skills and he was in high demand. Mr Topper, the shopkeeper was the only person who knew about his existence, and while he helped broker his services, he always made sure that no-one ever got close enough to discover who he was.

Suddenly he saw her. She seemed a million miles away, but a small stumble brought her swimming back into the present. She was talking to him, she seemed to recognise him. Did she know who he was? What he did? Alarms went off in his head and he tensed, ready to slit her carotid artery and walk on before she even realised that she was dying. But there was something about her. The way she held herself. Some strange look in her eyes that he had seen only once before, when he was much younger, and looking in a mirror. As she squinted from the sparkling sun he stepped into the shadow and blended into his surroundings.

He watched and wondered. He needed to follow her, find out who she was and what she knew. Before deciding whether he should kill her.

 

[Frethya19]

Walking on she shook her head as if to shake away all her troubles. Taking a turn off of the road she walked into the soft blades of grass kicking it up a bit as she walked past. She cut through the trees snagging her sleeve on a branch but she didn't care that the fabric ripped when she pulled away. It was of little consequence to her anyway compared to the pain in her head. She wished it would just go away. Feeling slightly desperate she started running through the trees till they became a little bit thicker tearing through the branches that seemed to reach out for her trying to pull her into their cold embrace. She continued running past the trees hugging her arms to her chest to keep away from the branches repeatedly muttering keep away under her breath.
Suddenly breaking through the tree line she stumbled to a halt in a clearing of soft grass at the top of a cliff overlooking a wide peaceful river at the bottom. She took a deep breath reveling in the gentle breeze that was blowing through her messy hair. This is where she and her twin sister used to come and play when they were younger. They used to lay there in the grass and watch the clouds float by or maybe climb down the rope ladder to the water and swim in their undergarments leaving their clothes in a nearby bush. She went over to the edge of the cliff looking down at the remains of their ladder laying on the ground below.
Such nice memories they had here all shattered and blown away on the day her sister died. A single tear ran down her cheek as she remembered.

They had decided to swim across the river cause her sister was curious to see what was there since the other side was to far away to see clearly. They packed their clothed in a bag to keep them from getting wet and strapped them on their backs so they wouldn't lose them in the water. When they finally reached the other bank they climbed out of the river onto the sandy beach and quickly put their clothes on.
They heard voices through the trees and than a man and woman walked out holding a pouch over their shoulders but before they could say even hello the man swiftly knocked them unconscious.
She woke a few hours later head pounding to find she had been chained to a metal pole in a basement walls filled with tools. A few feet away there was a surgical table with bloody knifes laying next to it and on the table she saw her sister staring up at the ceiling with glassy eyes her chest laying open and all of her insides in a bowl next to her. In a panicked despair she yanked at the chains holding her back unable to pull out of them. She heard footsteps behind her and the man and woman came back down into the room hands still dripping with the blood of her twin. As the man reached to undo her chains something inside her snapped and she blacked out.
She came to in their clearing out of breath and soaked from swimming back across the river.