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The scent of blood hung heavy in the air; he was stained with his own crime and her blood. The murder had been committed. She lay on the floor in a pool of blood. So vulnerable now. He took some of her blood and marked his face with it – two horizontal streaks, one beneath each cheekbone. A symbol of victory.
He dyed his fingernails and smeared both eyelids with that rich liquid. Smugly, he went to look at himself in the mirror to see the effect it had, but there, staring back at him, was horror. Another face was staring at him, its eyelids motionless and its cadaverous skin tinged with a pale green hue. He studied the figure. His dead lover was gazing intently into his eyes. He moved closer to the mirror and stroked the glass; he looked truly attractive with that make-up on. So twisted. Not his fault. His girlfriend was just an illusion, of course. She was dead; she wasn’t looking at him. The pangs of guilt would soon fade away…
Pain. Death. Blood. Her. Guilty
The mirror began to shake. He began to shake. His knees buckled the moment he realised what he had done. There was no turning back. One stab to slit his throat, the other two to his stomach. She had fallen to the floor in an unusual manner, silently. The dead make no sound when stabbed. Not like in the films. Her dead corpse was still warm. She was beautiful in death, he thought
He dyed his fingernails and smeared both eyelids with that rich liquid. Smugly, he went to look at himself in the mirror to see the effect it had, but there, staring back at him, was horror. Another face was staring at him, its eyelids motionless and its cadaverous skin tinged with a pale green hue. He studied the figure. His dead lover was gazing intently into his eyes. He moved closer to the mirror and stroked the glass; he looked truly attractive with that make-up on. So twisted. Not his fault. His girlfriend was just an illusion, of course. She was dead; she wasn’t looking at him. The pangs of guilt would soon fade away…
Pain. Death. Blood. Her. Guilty
The mirror began to shake. He began to shake. His knees buckled the moment he realised what he had done. There was no turning back. One stab to slit his throat, the other two to his stomach. She had fallen to the floor in an unusual manner, silently. The dead make no sound when stabbed. Not like in the films. Her dead corpse was still warm. She was beautiful in death, he thought