She is walked into the room. One of the last things she will see. How familiar this seems to her. She rests her arms on the table, she thinks of the dinner table with her family. She can see them here, they are here but all frozen. No sounds, no movements. The men in navy blue yell at her. She does not understand what they say. IT is coming to the surface with every shout her ears find. The men question her and hit her, she takes the pain trying to hold back telling them to stop. She says she is innocent she didn't do it, she didn't hurt anyone. IT did. The creature of night the god of Death, and she is the host for it. She doubles over and knows what is coming next.
IT's soothing voice whispers, "It is ok, I will take over now. I can stop the pain, I can make them go away." Like a mother tenderly comforts her child, it beckons her to weaken under it's power. She is left with no strength, and gives in. A break in the blows from the men, and they see it, the color in her eyes has faded and left them black. She laughs hysterically and speaks in tongues unknown yelling at them. She stands up rattling the shackles on her feet and they see this as a challenge. She screams in a way that sends chills down their spines, they pretend not to notice, but her screams have such deep meaning they can hear the words in their mind. They have no idea how to handle it but they act tough holding their guns, she walks toward one of the men. She puts her hand on his cheek and he screams with such a deep tone the other man has no idea what happened. She has stopped screaming, they notice, and she is whispering these words of death to her victim. When she stops. She smiles, the man has a burned impression of a hand print on his cheek where she had touched him, and now her smile reveals her next action. Her fingers creep across his face like the legs of a spider and in a movement so quick her other hand grips his head while the other is shoved through his chest. It emerges with his heart. His partner, his best friend witnessing this pulls the trigger by reflex but she has already moved to him. Dodging the bullet by a millimeter, and has snapped his spine and pulled out his heart as well before the bullet hits the wall. Back up enters the room from the gun shot, and she laughs once more screaming words unknown and with one last breath almost screams in a demonic, unreal voice "You will all BURN under my rein in the deepest layer of HELL" such emphasis on her last word. Then all went black.
Her last sight, last bit of "freedom" which is to breathe and say goodbye to her family. Her family has disowned her entirely, since she told them she was a lesbian, they quit believing in her. She was a mistake they could dismiss with a few papers. After they threw her out, she began to get the black outs. The blackouts where she knew they were going to happen, where she knew she would wake up in even more trouble. She had only been shocked of her actions during these black outs the first three times. The ones to follow, which were many, got worse and she expected them to. She had so much pain, she could feel no anger, just emptiness where her heart should be. She was known as the Heartbreaker,and she would rip her victims hearts out literally. Her brown eyes turned black during these black outs. She had for a long time known why, and never did much to fix it. The reason for her eye color change, was the demon inside of her. She had been weak, physically, but unnaturally strong spiritually, and so this demon had chose her as a host. She let it take control when she needed it to, and then woke up taking the punishment. She was now on her last punishment. Capital punishment.
She is sitting in the chair, ready for it. Knowing this will be her last moment, she smiles. She does not know what awaits her in and after death,but as her eyes turn black she thinks, "This chair is the most comfortable chair I have ever sat in."
