85 Why Fear The Inevitable?

She scanned the room for the blonde girl that Asrael had been interacting with. If she found that girl, she would find the other girl he spoke of. Her gaze landed on Chrysa, and just as expected, next to her was the target.

Little Red made eye contact with her, and when she did, she beckoned with a wave of her hand. Bethany followed the instruction with a weird expression, and behind her came along Chrysa.

"Asrael wants to see you." Little Red spoke to her, neglecting that Chrysa was within earshot. With a glance toward the blonde, she said, "You come too."

She was killing two birds with one stone. If Chrysa were to witness whatever proceeded, Asrael would be forced to cut his sick little game short.

Minding her own business was what Little Red would usually do, however, she didn't dare let Asrael get the better of her.

She led the way without so much as a word to the two girls. The differing emotions that shown on both their faces could only be hesitation.

Stopping at the door to the room, Little Red turned to Bethany. "Just you."

Bethany had been speculating the entire walk over. She knew that Asrael preferred Chrysa, so the only reason she could think of for this meeting, was that he found out about what she did.

After walking in, Little Red closed the door behind her. Asrael stood with his back to her, and it gave a somewhat ominous feeling. After noticing the blood on the floor, her mind was sent for a loop. The air tasted like metal.

Asrael turned around, and just having realized something, he sighed. "Too bad. I should have borrowed her dagger."

"What's going on?" Bethany's heart sped up at the word 'dagger', despite her doubts. She was fairly certain that he was only talking like that because of the...

"Why would you try to slip your best friend Benzodiazepines?" Asrael's smile was crooked as he disregarded her question and took a step closer. By now she had noticed the hole in his shirt and the jacket, as well as the dark red that was still dripping.

"What, n-no! I didn't-!" Her face paled as she backed away with trembling hands. It was one thing to have her plan exposed, but it was a completely different thing to be confronted in such a frightening manner.

Before she could react, Asrael appeared in front of her and grabbed her throat in one hand. Bethany choked, reaching up to pull his hand away. Unable to combat his strength, she dug into his skin with her nails. She was desperate to live.

"Sto-" She tried to plead with him, but was unable to get out a single word. She didn't try to understand why he was doing it, she only felt fear in that moment.

Was it death she feared? Yet why fear the inevitable? All mortals die, and so why not just accept it? Asrael was no longer smiling as he gave a decisive jerk, almost a swivel, snapping her neck. She went limp as he let her fall to the ground.

On the otherside of the wall, Chrysa stood, idle. The obnoxious music effectively covered up any sound of a struggle. If anything was heard, it would have been the falling of a corpse.

Asrael stepped over the body to get to the door, and when he opened it, he was dumbstruck. Chrysa's mind worked fast, noticing his clothing first, peeking into the room, and then brushing past him at the sight of her best friend on the floor. "Beth?!"

The stained floor and unresponsive friend worked together to form a picture in her head. Her hands were trembling too much to feel a pulse, and so she hurriedly lowered her head to Bethany's chest.

She couldn't hear her heart beat. The thought of CPR came to her, and she placed her palms in the middle of her chest. She moved up and down.

Asrael watched her mumbling numbers in a shaky voice. It was useless. He moved to her side and pulled her away, only to be yelled at. "What are you doing!? We need to save her!"

She somehow hadn't immediately assumed that he had done it. If anything, it worsened the discontent he felt at seeing her so erratically try to revive the person she believed was her bestfriend.