Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Innocence Lost ❯ Innocence Lost ( One-Shot )

 

The pale moonlight filters through the window as he sits at his desk, his fingers raking through his silky white hair. Staring at the desk with blurred vision, he is giving in to the pressure.

 

The red stains soiling his handkerchief serve as the only concrete evidence that could shatter his public innocence. His eye of white purity shed tears of sorrow, but from his crimson eye, a river of blood flows and falls on the wood grained desk. Dropping his hands on the desk, he stares at his palms, shudders and trembles of his body displaying his utter shock. What had he done? To be honest, he didn't remember what happened up until now.

 

There laid the victim, drowning in a pool of blood. There was no weapon, not a knife or sword in sight. No, given the circumstances, such archaic weapons weren't necessary for him. For someone like him, all he needed to do was…

 

No! Just the thought of such a gruesome deed made him scream. He jumps out of his chair and hurries to the bathroom, discarding his tattered clothes and finding a moment of solace in his warm shower. Washing away the evidence, yes…he needed to scrub away the guilt…but he didn't do anything! He didn't remember doing anything anyway. He scrubs harder, lathering himself in his body wash. It wouldn't rid of the stench though.

 

“It won't help.”

 

He gasps at the haunting voice, dropping the bottle of body wash.

 

“No matter how hard you try, you can never wash away this hatred.”

 

He sees a silhouette lingering outside of the shower curtains and snatches the curtains off its hinges to confront the haunting figure.

 

But what he sees…

 

The sadistic figure stares him down, the same eye of scarlet crying tears of blood. But what makes it even worse is…

 

“No,” he shakes his head. “That's not possible.”

 

The person standing in front of him is…himself.

 

The dark reflection holds out its bloody hands. “This is the first step,” it tells him, reaching out and caressing his chin, bringing his lips closer to his ear. “Don't be afraid,” it whispers.

 

He breaks away, whimpering as he falls back in the tub. But still it comes, kneeling down and reaching out for his soft cheeks. Slowly, the beautiful devil brings itself close to handsome prince, its breath sending shivers down his spine as he says, “Good boy…just like that.”

 

It brings its lips to his ear yet again and what it tells him…

 

He gasps; his strength faltering as his world comes crashing down from his reflection's words. The light that has blinded him for so long is no more and now the darkness seeps from out of the corners of his heart.

 

The devil vanishes, and the prince lies in the tub, the searing drops of water beating against his numb body. The eye of crimson sheds yet another tear of blood, but the pupil slowly grows smaller until it is no longer visible.

 

His words are lost through the pitter-patter of raindrops, however his scowl tells a million tales.

 

“I'll kill them all.”

 

Good boy. Just like that.

 

Fin…