Inevitable

Same Disclaimer. Same graphic nature of the story...

Same legend applies.

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No sleep. No sleep. No Sleep, No Krystal. Alone. All alone. Can't be alone, need you need you, sister, need you.

He got no answer. Even running through his thoughts, Krystal wouldn't answer. Had the feminine voice given up? Was the twin allowing her brother his freedom from his insanity?

Can't be alone, need you need you need you.

"KRYSTAL!"

The scream could have woken up the entire complex. It probably had. But no one would do anything; they were used to the screams. This had happened before, it would happen again. The crazed boy down the hall, the floor below, the floor above, was having another episode. Nothing major.

But it was, to Darien. He was alone. Alone meant death. Loneliness was the overwhelming feeling he'd received that night, that hadn't left until Krystal came back to him.

Update! Suspect in the Radek family homicide apprehended! Could the grisly crime be solved?

'Darien, these people have to ask you a few questions."
Silence.
"Darien, do you remember anything about the night of..." A gruff cop questions, though he's cut off by the rookie, the same one who'd almost lost her stomach at the scene. "Do you remember the night that we took you from your house?"
Silence.
"We need your help. You can wear my badge if you help us."
Shadow shadow shadow. Shadow inside Krystal. Shadow with a knife... "Shadows."
"What did the shadow look like?"
"Darkness. Shadow. Knife. KRYSTAL."
"She was your sister, right? She'll always be with you, you know that, right?"
"Need KRYSTAL!"
The cops give up. They have a suspect, but the boy will never be able to testify. Not if he continues speaking like this. No. There's no DNA, no fingerprints. Just this traumatized little boy's shaky, nonsensical rambling story. For all they know, the five year old had killed them himself. But that is crazy, no five year old could kill their family. They give up, and leave the boy in the hospital.


He was shaking as he walked into the bathroom. The knife in his hand was so like that he'd seen, that he saw every night he fell asleep, the knife that had killed her. The silver flashed in the dim moonlight, and he almost collapsed as he screamed.

knife knife knife, stabbing, red everywhere, blood everywhere…

The bathroom tiles were cold against his bare feet. The light stayed off. He couldn't stand to look in the mirror. Not that he really could have. All that was left of it were a few shattered fragments clinging to the backboard. The mirror had long since been shattered in one of his fits. In the mirror, all he could see was that innocent little sister of his.

The knife clattered as it was dropped into the sink. The sound of falling water soon drowned out the soft sobs.

gone gone gone I need you come back krystal. I need you, need you, need you... so alone…

Puffy, damp silver eyes glance down, scanning his body. He'd be attractive if he wasn't so crazy.

Where will they go this time. Where's a good place. KRYSTAL need you need you need you don’t leave me need you

A logical thought, mingled with babble through his mind. The knife returned to his hand, almost as though the two were magnetically attracted. lithe body stepped into the falling water, bangs plastering to the side of his face. He'd stand still, observing his own nudity for a while longer, before he would collapse, legs slightly spread, pressed to the sides of the bath.

In a flash, the clear liquid at the bottom of the tub would be red. The jagged edge of the blade would catch on his flesh, tearing it roughly as it moved quickly across the pale thigh. One wasn't enough. One was never enough.

Krystal krystal krystal red red red blood blood stabbing cutting bleeding…

Cut after cut, slash after slash, his arm starting to ache, leg stinging almost unbearably. He was alive, Krystal was dead. The pain was his reminder. The deeper he cut, the more he was reminded. And he wanted to remember. Especially now that she-

Darien, stop. I'm here. Don't. I've always been here. You're crazy, remember? I'm always here.
"SHUT UP!"
Its ok, I'm right here. It's me.
"KRYSTAL!"
It’s me, stop. Turn off the water.
"No. No no no, remembering.."

Only survivor unable to testify in the Radek case. Suspect released. No new leads.

He's watching. Sitting there in the courtroom, shaking, rocking, and babbling about shadows. Watching as the man is lead to the podium in cuffs. His words are inaudible behind Darien's own rambling. The boy recognizes the shadow. His eyes widen as he sits there and stares.

"SHADOW!"

The boy lunges. leaping from the bench. The gavel bangs down, and the court is in an uproar. And Darien is escorted out, given to the family that has decided to take this poor boy in. All he can hear, is what this new father says to the new mother.

"If only he could testify, they would have locked that man away..."

"I could have gotten him!"
No, you couldn't have.
"YES! He was right there, I could have. I could have said it was him, I could have I could have I could have!!!"
No. They were wrong. There was no DNA, no fingerprints. Nothing.
"I COULD HAVE! I could have gotten him, who knows what else he's done!!!!"

The yelling echoed, though the voice was getting weaker. Darien was losing blood a bit too fast, too many cuts, all deep. They would all scar over, they would all rise up. Another perfect patch of flesh marred. He didn't have many of those anymore.

Darien, get out of the tub.
"NO!!!!!!"
Get out, or I'll leave you forever.

That did it. The boy weakly reached up, and shut off the pouring water, his eyes closing briefly.

NOW!

Slowly he'd rise. He was shaky.

hurt hurt hurt reminders... red red red blood…

Yes, good, it’s red. Of course it hurts, you sliced up your leg, you idiot.
"Shut up!"
No.

Slowly the towel would dry the pale, naked boy, before it would be wrapped tightly around his leg. He'd press against it, before hobbling out of the bathroom, bare feet padding along, hair dripping water down his back, over the toned chest.

bandage bandage, need the bandage
Kitchen.
"Kitchen."

How he was able to bind his leg, and stop the bleeding, would remain a mystery. He'd hobble to the couch, and collapse again, staring at the blank TV. Mindlessly he'd reach and flick it on, not listening to the newscast. No, he was locked within his mind once again. Exhaustion was settling in. The silver eyes would stare over himself again. Crazy. Scarred. Bleeding. Stings... hurts... One last thought crossed his mind, before he entered the blissful domain of an exhaustion induced slumber.

Could have saved you could have gotten him.

The feminine voice filled his mind as he slept. Krystal's parting words. Parting, at least, until morning.

You need to stop this. You don't need me. You need to find someone else to take care of you. You don't need me, Darien...

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