Day 7: 07:56PM

The blackness then began to swell, waving and defining its depth into Mary's eyes that seemed like it was still caught up in that vast yet contained dream. She couldn't help but glance around as the darkness of space that covered the interior of his subject's house retreated little by little to create a bulge, a tumor that looked as if it was made together by melded hands, right in front of her as the grass of fingers from below slowly grew and wrapped itself around her feet. Then, as the ball got bigger and the clutches beneath her got tighter, the wall in front of her, despite appearing still distant, began to part, revealing two rows of yellowish teeth that separated itself from each other, hindered only by the strings of saliva that it created and disconnected.

"Look at me reaper, look at me! Who am I? What am I? Why am I here? Tell me! Tell me! Tell me! Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!" It repeated over and over again, with his voice dressed by a torrent of playful laughs that carried the high-pitched tone of a crowd of kids.

"Yeah," she replied, taking another step forward and summoning what seemed like a dominating wave that brought weight upon her surroundings, breaking the field of fingers swerving across the floor in a single satisfying crack that made even Jason shut up.

There came a moment of silence.

Then with a jolt, the eyes that littered the seemingly endless space of the ceiling turned their attention towards her and what followed was a blast, the bulge that only grew bigger by the second suddenly erupted. It took the form of a giant fist made up of intertwined and twisted hands of babies, grown men, and women that were bent to create a hammer that soon smashed her like a bug.

It made a direct hit, followed by the sound of creaking bones and ending up with this slab of blackened flesh burying her into the wall, summoning a dense cloud of dust that hindered his eyes' view. He somewhat felt elated knowing what had just happened, but what took his attention instead was the look of his funeral's visitors with their faces overrun with shock and fear as they reacted to this little nudge that they felt around them.

He moved his large mouth to form a smile but then, he heard a laugh that made him feel fear that urged him to reel his arm back into his supposed body… and there, he failed.

"Holy shit…" the reaper lost its monotonous tone and only the voice a woman remained, with her words shaking in between her breaths right before she broke into a high-pitched laugh that made him desperate to pull his arm back as if he just touched a surface of a hot metal. "Throughout your life… to what made you die, and even beyond fucking death… you still wanted to be defined by others…"

She then walked out from the cover of the dust, revealing her figure that he before perceived as a shadow, a black blob that was only recognizable by her weeping mask, now reduced to a figure of a medium-built woman that held her bloodied round face, sharp eyes, and a twisted smile right below her freckled cheeks with pride.

"You hit like a little bitch," she said after a pained breath, placing her hand over his arm and then making it crack and fall at the next second as if something bigger dragged it down. Mary coughed out another mouthful of blood and after taking a moment to recover, she raised her voice, still carrying the same tone and continued, "and that's exactly what you are!"

Jason fell silent once again and instead of throwing out another wave of unbalanced laughter, he growled and sent out another black pillar of hands that only caught an empty space before Mary tapped it and made it fall with her finger. Just like what happened earlier, he tried to move his arm or at least lift it from the ground, but it didn't budge even for a millimeter.

Mary glanced at her side and noticed that the shadow that covered the living room was now reduced to half, also noting that the number of eyes that littered the walls now looked a measly hundred compared to how many it was before. She scoffed and him seeing her give him such a mocking smile, he gathered himself, further decreasing the scope of his shade and the number of his eyes so he could send another stream of hands to grind her flesh.

It connected and pushed her back, but that was only the extent of what he was able to do.

"You… disappoint me," Mary announced, still carrying that heavy sense of arrogance behind her words as she pushed his arm down like it weighed nothing.

He saw her wiping some fresh blood off of her mouth using the back of her hand and there, with her knife still in hand, she started her march. "So at first, I decided to let you live for a bit longer for the benefit of the both of us, but then, you tried to flirt with me…"

Jason felt a sudden urge to run at the moment he heard her sarcastic tone, and that's when he realized that the walls that expanded his reach now became a clutch that trapped him in place. It forced him to look at her and wait as she took one heavy step after another.

"...and then, when that didn't work, you looked for your goddamn mother and turned insane when it didn't work too! I even told you that that's enough and that you should just disappear and go but what did you do? You tried to provoke me, by fucking transforming so you could just hog your attention one last fucking time!"

His jaws then started to quiver and as a response, as his final attempt to stop her in her tracks, he pulled all the darkness that he could, turning the walls back to what they once were so he could shoot a few black limbs that were so much thinner compared to his last that Mary didn't even bother to dodge. She ended up coughing up some blood and just like what happened to his previous attacks, his arms fell to the floor after making contact with her body, carrying the same pressure that chained his other limbs down.

"When your sorry ass couldn't find your mom, that mind you, that was right in front of you talking with your dad, you looked at me thinking that I could be it since I was the only one that could see you! Well, guess what son, do you like this? You gave your mom extra work and busted her face by acting like a little bitch that you are! Is this what you wanted?" She shouted.

With him only looking like a huge black splatter with two eyes that blotted the wall as he looked at her dominating figure, he tried his best to give out another attack, something that could at least buy some time so he could run but to his surprise when he made that attempt, it was his body that came out.

"Oh noo… looks like our bad boy ran out of juice," she said, forcing herself to continue with her voice sounding endearing despite it seething with anger. "but momma is not yet done with her rant, so, with the final bullshit of all… what did you do next? You fucking turned yourself in a balloon with goddamn eyes for days and you tried to threaten me with it! And you even had the fucking guts to ask me to tell you what you are?"

Jason, after getting himself out from the walls and realizing his dark figure covered by hair like that of a beast defined by white cracks all over his body, he ran towards her, raising his fist along with a roar that sounded like a cacophony of crying babies.

"Get away from me—"

Without stopping her march and with her face still bearing the same grin, Mary dodged his blow and after a deep breath, she drove her knife into his eye, making him scream until his throat broke apart.