Erebeth
9/13
I don't think I feel guilty. Why should I? She used us as her play toys, playing house with us until we figured it out out. Goodbye Mother, goodbye Creatrix. We don't need you to be our puppet master anymore. We have brains and thoughts and desires, just like you do. And look where all your hard work has gotten you. I hope you burn forever, dear mother.
It was a team effort ya know. To kill her I mean. It was a mix of torture, burning, hitting, and more burning. Fighting fire with fire may get you burned, but so far I'm clean. I don't know when it ended or began. She was alive one minute, and a burned pile of flesh and bones the next. I've never seen such a sight before. Now we can finally leave. Here's one last goodbye for you Creatrix, aka Mother.
Erebeth slowly ran her fingers along the wall, the blood smearing from her fingertips. She had been the last to leave the room, only after she was sure Creatrix was dead. They couldn't risk having her alive, not after what they did to her, what she did to them. The pain was over now, at least, the pain that had come from the hands of their supposed mother. But what parent did this to their child? What kind of parent pitted them against each other, made them hurt each other just for her sake. That wasn't a parent, at least no parent she had read of. A parent was supposed to be a guardian, and protect their children, not hurt them and turn against them. Creatrix may be her mother, but she was no longer.
The blood on her hands, though minimal as she had chosen to burn Creatrix alive as her part of the killing, was beginning to dry. She made her way to her joint room with her Decemuir, Christopher. She washed her hands thoroughly and then began to pack what few belongings she had. Quality over quantity seemed to be her motto for now. It helped to pack light when you hardly had any clothes or personal belongings. Besides, they needed to leave soon anyway.
She was unsure if they were going to dispose of the body, but if they didn't it would still be hard for anyone to track them down. At least, that's what she believed. Erebeth knew nothing and everything of the outside world. It was how each of them were, educated and refined, yet wild and unknowning. What irony!
The silver haired girl became aware of Christopher wanting to be near her. He was somewhere in the main lobby. Without hesitation, she finished packing her bag and threw it over her shoulder before dashing to her twin, ignoring everyone else in her path. Once she was by his side, she gave him a smile. It wasn't fake, but it wasn't genuine either. "Ready to go?" she asked, motioning to his bag. She looked around anxiously for the others, wanting to leave as quickly as possible to put distance between them and this horrid place.