36. Rachelle
36
RACHELLE
T he walls close in as my angel turns on me.
I am abandoned.
Silence fills the void around me as I lie on cold stone.
Pain envelops me. But that is nothing compared to the agony of this solitude, being left to drift without guidance.
Because I failed them. He won. Damon. My cursed brother. He took everything I ever wanted.
The darkness where the shadows of the Seven once resided within me…
Is vacant.
Empty.
Hollow as my dreams of fulfilling my destiny ever were...
Until I look up above me, into the blurry light flickering into the pit.
And one by one, seven silhouettes shift into view.
They're different than they were, more horrid than the specters of the men and women I eliminated, who came before.
And their smiles and sneers assault me, leering down on my defeat.
Worst of all, I know them, though I don't remember how.
The silent killer, hungering for my downfall. Voracity.
The lone soldier of rage. Fury.
The dancer, fallen angel, filled with pride. Hubris.
The jester, always changing faces, always mocking me. Spite.
The taker, never satisfied with what she has. Avarice.
The lover, the biker whore, and her clan of devotees. Ardor
And the worst, most horrifying of them all. The woman looking down without malice.
Only pity resides in her gaze. Disappointment.
Regret.
Inertia. Acedia.
She does nothing. And now, I have nothing.
And the darkness of my mind swallows me whole.