She lifted her head slowly from the body. Those pale, almost inhuman blue eyes moved through the sterile room. Calm, analytical,and then they stopped. On me. For a second. Just one second.
She couldn't see me, but she felt me. And that was enough to split my chest open.
If lighting had a taste, it would taste exactly like that moment. I would climb the highest structure in the world just to wait for that strike again. To crave it. To let it consume me whole.
I wouldn't burn the world for her. No.I'm not one of those desperate fools who mistake lust for devotion. I would find a way to put the both of us on a different planet entirely. And I would hunt her there.
Even if it took a decade.
Even if it took a lifetime.
It still wouldn't be enough for me.
I want to feel the rush of chasing something that thinks it can escape. Knowing it never will.
I don't need to touch her. Yet. Observation is far more intimate.
She's a fallen angel, studying my art. And she doesn't even realize she's stepping inside it. My poor little storm. She's fascinated.
I saw the way her fingers linger over theprecision of my cuts. The way she tilted her head, trying to understand the intention behind the brutality.
She's not innocent. She can't be. No sane, innocent woman chooses to spend her nights with the dead.
I will corrupt her thoughts. It doesn't matter what's inside that beautiful mind of hers. Because soon enough.
I'll be the only thing left in it.
CHAPTER 2 - Madeline
I've worked here for almost a year now, and I'll probably never fully adjust to the creeps this place gives me.
It's the start of my night shift, and I already have a feeling this night won't go easy on me. I sit in my office. It looks more like a reception desk, but it gives me a perfect view of the main hall through the large glass wall.
It's not that I enjoy looking around. In fact, I'm convinced there are countless souls trapped in this cold building. Sometimes, I can practically feel their eyes on me.
Many strange things have happened since I started working here, but I always find a way to rationalize them. I can't afford to be a believer in spirits; I would go insane in a place like this.
When I turn the computer on to check tonight's schedule, a loud alarm piercing the silence goes off. It's the notification of a new body arriving at the sanitary ramp.
My whole body flinches at the sound. Every. Single. Time. It's the exact same reaction you have every morning when that annoying alarm clock goes off, destroying your precious sleep. Can't they make it a little quieter for the sake of my mental health?
I shake my head, pushing those thoughts away as I switch into professional mode. I'm interrupted when I glance at the monitor to check if it's really the delivery and not an intruder. I always check.
My best friend Lucy is waving at the security camera, her smile as wide as ever. She is an incredibly smart woman, but she has the soul of a little child. I love that about her; it's the perfect balance to my own calm, mostly serious personality.
That might be the main reason we get along so well. I smile to myself at the sight of her as I head toward the elevator.
The mortuary looks exactly like people imagine it. Sterile White walls. Floors covered in large, cold, grey tiles. Everything is perfectly disinfected and clean. This is my little territory.
I'm paranoid sometimes, but I truly adore my job. Not many people would choose this career voluntarily, and I don't blame them. It takes a lot of strength.
I can't say that I was dreaming about doing autopsies as a child, but I knew from an early age that darkness like this always somehow attracted me. Not in a weird way, but it fascinates me.
When I reach the lowest floor, I slide my card to open the back door for my friend. I met Lucy a while ago, and I knew from the start we would become best friends.
"Hey Mali, got a new package for ya," she says, sounding almost excited.
She always makes these kinds of dark jokes. I think it's her way of coping. She has seen some pretty fucked up stuff throughout her career, and I understand that completely. But she isn't the only one.
