Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2016 11:56:38 GMT -5
Lara had agreed to go searching for firewood in the woods. Night was falling and leaves were rustling beneath their feet as they headed deep within the forest. Lara leaned down to get some wood while Mason kept moving, not saying a word yet sure she'd still follow him. His intentions were deep. Very deep. What she didn't know was dangerous. Who he was. What he is. Lara spoke up, "Aren't you going to collect some too?" She was curious as to why he's remained silent, with no wood in his arms.
He quickly snapped back into the lighter reality. Glancing at Lara, he smiled. "I was just....enjoying the walk really." he said, followed by a fake chuckle. Momentarily she was confused, but figured he was just acting weird because the events of everybody reuniting was awkward for him. Whatever it was, she brushed it off and moved past him to pick up another piece of wood.
Glaring at the back of her head, he made up his mind. This whole time he was debating on something. Whether or not tonight was the moment. He had originally planned on killing everybody in cold blood for the sport of killing. That's who he was. He kills and he takes, but mostly for the tingling feeling he gets when he takes an innocent life. It made him feel alive. He fed off of the fear in his victims eyes when he sliced their faces open. He felt invincible. As if the world was created for him. A gift to a monster like him, allowing him to be himself without the consequences of being locked up. He loved it. Every minute of it.
His lust for Lara is what kept him from snapping into his monstrous state. He wanted her. Her lips on his lips. Her body against his body. She was the only thing he wanted. It was a challenge, but for the longest time, he was sure he would get her. Win her from the snoop that is Wyatt. She was intrigued by him. Falling for his charm. However, things changed. He was afraid of something. For the first time since before the outbreak, he was afraid. Afraid of change. Change of heart. It was closing in on him like a room getting smaller. He had to break free of the spell. Stay true to himself. And there was only one way he knew how to do that.
As she got up with the wood, she began to speak, while turning to him. "Well we need to hurry and get ba...". Things happened so quick. She looked at Mason. He was holding a knife in his hand. However, the knife was dripping with blood. She looked down in horror to see her neck, cut wide open, blood gushing out. With her back against the tree, she slowly slid down to a seated position. All while looking at the cold eyes of Mason.
As she struggled with the pain of betrayal, and blood continued to run down her neck, Mason began to speak. "In this world......people like you are always.....meant to die Lara. Monsters.....they seek the weak......goodbye princess." And with that, he kneels down, now feeling absolutely nothing for her, and proceeds to give her a peck on the lips as she finally, drifts off into an eternal sleep.
He quickly snapped back into the lighter reality. Glancing at Lara, he smiled. "I was just....enjoying the walk really." he said, followed by a fake chuckle. Momentarily she was confused, but figured he was just acting weird because the events of everybody reuniting was awkward for him. Whatever it was, she brushed it off and moved past him to pick up another piece of wood.
Glaring at the back of her head, he made up his mind. This whole time he was debating on something. Whether or not tonight was the moment. He had originally planned on killing everybody in cold blood for the sport of killing. That's who he was. He kills and he takes, but mostly for the tingling feeling he gets when he takes an innocent life. It made him feel alive. He fed off of the fear in his victims eyes when he sliced their faces open. He felt invincible. As if the world was created for him. A gift to a monster like him, allowing him to be himself without the consequences of being locked up. He loved it. Every minute of it.
His lust for Lara is what kept him from snapping into his monstrous state. He wanted her. Her lips on his lips. Her body against his body. She was the only thing he wanted. It was a challenge, but for the longest time, he was sure he would get her. Win her from the snoop that is Wyatt. She was intrigued by him. Falling for his charm. However, things changed. He was afraid of something. For the first time since before the outbreak, he was afraid. Afraid of change. Change of heart. It was closing in on him like a room getting smaller. He had to break free of the spell. Stay true to himself. And there was only one way he knew how to do that.
As she got up with the wood, she began to speak, while turning to him. "Well we need to hurry and get ba...". Things happened so quick. She looked at Mason. He was holding a knife in his hand. However, the knife was dripping with blood. She looked down in horror to see her neck, cut wide open, blood gushing out. With her back against the tree, she slowly slid down to a seated position. All while looking at the cold eyes of Mason.
As she struggled with the pain of betrayal, and blood continued to run down her neck, Mason began to speak. "In this world......people like you are always.....meant to die Lara. Monsters.....they seek the weak......goodbye princess." And with that, he kneels down, now feeling absolutely nothing for her, and proceeds to give her a peck on the lips as she finally, drifts off into an eternal sleep.