A Love Story : The End

Although I didn’t move a muscle at first, after being shook violently by my bestfriend, I ran out of the room and Eleanor layed on the floor. “What the hell was all that?” he asked angrily while pulling me towards the door. “We can’t escape,” I said. “There’s no escape. We will all die. DIE!” I screamed as the reached the door. Just as I turned the knob, a wailing could be heard coming from the room upstairs, it was Eleanor. “She will kill us!” I panicked when the realisation that the door couldn’t be opened hit me. My best friend pulled me towards him and gave me a tight slap. “For God sake, can you please stop talking about death?”

“Death is everywhere,” I said as we saw Eleanor crawling down the stairs. “You can’t run, you can’t hide,” she giggled as she crawled closer to us. “What a tragedy,” she declared. “Two friends found dead in their house, trying to save one another. Both of you will be famous instantly,” she said. “How about this for a headline? A guy kills a dead woman, chops her into pieces and saves the day,” I suggested, feeling annoyed about the whole situation. “You know what’s your problem?” I asked her. “You are never grateful,”

“I was grateful,” she said. “I was a relgious fanatic. I attended church without failing. I pray to God everyday but what did I get? I got nothing! I didn’t choose to be born. I didn’t beg to God, asking him to create me!” Eleanor yelled furiously. “People told me God is just testing me, reason being he loves me. Is torturing someone called love? NO!” she continued. “When I met that hooded figure one night, he promised he would help me even if I refuse to do everything that he wants. He told me that he could make me happy. I was happy for a while then it all started again,” she explained.

“I helped you end the lives of those of hurt you. I killed them all for you,” I said. “And you chose to repay that by killing me? You are worse than God then! When people do as you told them to, you reward them with misery. You, them, all the same,” I said. “Enough of these philosophical talk!” Eleanor exclaimed as she lashed out towards my best friend who was trying to act and look tough but failing rather spectaculary. He got out of the way just in time but she still manages to scratch one side of his face rather deeply. “Leave him alone!” I demanded as I charged towards her.

Pushing her towards the ground, I locked my hands around her rotten throat which was kind of digusting but I didn’t mind. Before I knew it, she pushed me off, sending me on a brief flight across the room. I was sure that I was knocked out for a few seconds because when I woke up, she was using her supernatural abilities to try and suffocate my best friend to death. With all the strength in my body, I ran as fast as I could towards them and pushed her aside. I was sure that the impact broke one of my fingers but I didn’t mind. That was when a photo of her fell out of my pocket.

Before she could do anything else, I launched myself at her for the second time and this time, I held on as tightly as I could at her throat, on the mission of killing her for the second time. She was too strong for me as she literally pulled off my hands and started to break my fingers one by one. As I screamed in agony and defeat, I heard something whispering into my ears. “Hold the picture in front of her and don’t let her go,”. I was sure that it was the hooded figure. Albeit knowing that it might be a trap, I decided to just get on with it. I let her go and immediately used my right hand to grab the picture and placed it in front of her, and dived onto her body, trying to pin her to the ground.

She began screaming as I hold on to her and tightly as I could. “LET ME GO!!!!” she shouted as the whole house started to shake and her scream got louder and louder. I could feel my grib on her losening quick as I had only one functioning hand. “Run!” I shouted to my best friend who stood frozen, not knowing what to do. Out of desperation, I used my severely injured hand as well to keep her pinned to the ground as her body started to glow red. Realising that it was not working, I bit into her neck with my teeth as she continued to scream in pain and the whole house trembles.

“I will kill you all!” she screams as she finally manages to let go of me but the picture was still stuck to her face for some reason. Eventhough I was pushed off her, it wasn’t don’t without any consequences as I managed to rip off a good portion of her neck. Albeit disgusting, it was always worth it to go down with a fight. “I don’t think so,” my best friend said as he impaled her from behind with presumbably a piece of pipe that fell down as the house was shaking. “It’s time for you to die,” he said as she finally exploded into dusts. We ran outside just as the house finally gave away to the mini earthquake.

Two months later, I find myself walking out of the forest where I sank all of Eleanor’s picture together with her dad and my best friend. As we went through the photos one by one, I felt at ease, knowing that I helped an old man going over what was probably the hardest time of his life. As part of Eleanor’s last wishes before she died, I invited her dad to come and stay with me and my best friend and he gladly accepted our offer. It turns out that his illness finally shows signs of recovery for the first time in years and whether or not he will die from his illness, I was sure that he didn’t want to die alone.

I smiled at my best friend as our taxi drove away from the forest, hopefully for the last time. He proposed to me a week after I got out of hospital and after he asked me the question for a second time, I couldn’t say no. As for Eleanor, I would still talk to her sometimes in my dreams. She would give me the names and show me the pictures of the people she wants me to kill next. Of course, I could ignore it all but how could I when I’m still in love with her.

The End

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