I really should be finishing up Envy’s Touch, but I’m honestly 100% not in the mood to write the gore. I’m in a really really good mood, and I don’t want to write gory stuffs *stamps foot*
I’m kinda hoping that I’m in a pissy mood when I need to write the wrath stuff, hahah! I’ll give it a crack, but if it doesn’t turn out that good I’m sorry? 🙂
Sam had finished putting in the contacts, and she smiled at her reflection in the mirror. She looked almost like Jacqui. Humming tunelessly to herself, she stuffed the breast inserts inside her bra and adjusted them. Turning sideways in the mirror, she examined her chest and nodded. It was just about right.
Turning to Jacqui’s prone form on the bed, she smiled again, this time her smile full of malice. Reaching into her bag of supplies, Sam brought out the knife and kissed the flat of the blade lovingly. She tilted her head, and nodded, almost as if she were listening to voices coming from the knife. “I know you thirst for her blood my lovely. We’ll finish it tonight, and then no one will know the difference!” she smiled brightly and sat down in the bed next to Jacqui. Running a hand down the other girl’s face, she pinched the cheeks to test that her drugs had finally done their job.
Jacqui didn’t stir.
Singing softly to herself, Sam stretched the skin over Jacqui’s cheek tightly, gently working the blade of the knife between where the ear and cheek met. Lifting the skin over the blade of the knife, she worked gently, drawing her knife down a bit further and then working the blade under the skin to lift it. She continued like this, pierce, cut, lift, until Jacqui’s face was ringed in crimson with loose skin of about a centimetre surrounding her. Giggling to herself, Sam began anew, this time just using the blade of the knife to gently lift the skin around Jacqui’s face further rather than making new cuts.
Halfway through her project, Sam stopped and admired her work. Lifting the skin on the right side of Jacqui’s face, she watched as the muscles underneath the skin quivered and pulsed. Sam watched in fascination as blood ran down Jacqui’s head and into the sheets below.
“I’ll have to get mom and dad to replace my sheets…” she mused softly before returning to her task. She continued to gently cut, lift and peel Jacqui’s face, still singing to herself.
Mercifully, about halfway through, Jacqui’s heart had finally given out and the girl lay there dead in her bed while her former best friend continued to flay her face off. The drug had done its job admirably and Jacqui had never woken up to feel the pain of having her face peeled off bit by bit.
Finally reaching her goal, Sam lifted the peeled skin off Jacqui’s head and moved to the mirror before placing it upon her own. She matched the eye sockets to her eyes, and smoothed what had been Jacqui’s cheeks over her own. Tamping down the edges of the skin around her head, she applied a little bit of make up to hide the obvious line of Jacqui’s former face. She sat at Jacqui’s vanity and began to imagine all the differences in her life now that she wore her friend’s face. She would have everything Jacqui had… a family that loved her, a boyfriend that she had loved for ages, the money and the looks, Sam would have it all! She would no longer have to sit back and watch Jacqui prance around school in envy.
They found her like that several hours later, singing to herself, wearing her friend’s face. She didn’t even flinch when the police handcuffed her. Locked inside her mind, Sam refused food or drink inside jail, not even flinching when they put in the IV line to keep her alive. She was deemed mentally unstable to stand trial and remanded to an institution to live out the rest of her years.
Several months after that, they found her dead. She had clawed at her own face and painted on the walls Jacqui’s name over and over again, along with everything she had envied from her best friend. Unfortunately, the marks on her face had become infected and had killed her.
She immediately found herself in Hell, screaming Jacqui’s name the moment she found out that her friend had once again gotten something she envied. Jacqui had been sent to Heaven, while now Sam would burn in Hell.