100 Theme Challenge #5

Theme 33- Seeing Red

“It looks like blood.”

“It’s not blood, Noishe. It’s ketchup!”

“It still looks like blood.”

“Stop complaining and just eat it!”

“Hashiri, it smells weird!”

I turned away from the stove to face him. “Do I need to shove it down your throat? I made you this breakfast. So you ARE going to eat these eggs with that ketchup and you are going to damn-well like it!”

I saw the boy’s face contort into a pout. “I don’t want to.” He crossed his arms and turned his head up. At first, it was kinda cute what with his long hair all nappy and his clothes all wrinkly from sleep. He looked childish.

“You’re acting like a five-year-old.” I teased, taking the… umm… burnt bacon off the stove.

“And the eggs have black in them.” He groaned, prodding it with his fork. He looked up at me through his stringy bangs. “You ruined it.” I watched as he continued to poke his food as if it were road kill.

I blushed from embarrassment and went into defense mode. “It is not ruined… just burnt a little.” I mumbled. ‘What a jerk!’ I set down the skillet after throwing out the bacon, and walked over to Noishe. “Just try it.” I pleaded.

He rolled his eyes, as if this were a game that he was growing tired of. “I’m not hungry.” He grumbled, pushing his plate away from himself. “Besides, judging from last night, your cooking sucks. I’ve had better tasting garbage.” He sneered. His entire personality just suddenly changed. It went from being childish to becoming a total douche bag for some reason.

I tried to brush it off and laugh at his attempt to crush my good mood. But as I locked eyes with him something in me snapped. His eyes were laughing at me. He thought he was so funny, trying to hurt me like that! I forcefully shoved him out of his seat, watching him fall onto this back. I glared at him while he stared back at me in shock. The same way as when he made me feel his chest that resonated nothing. I kicked his chair out of my way so I could have easy access to him. How dare he… how dare he! “How dare you!” I screeched. I pounced overtop of him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. The noise he made when I did that caused my anger to increase. It was so pitiful.

“Think your tough shit now?!” I got my face dangerously close to his, my light blue eyes digging into his black ones. “Who the hell do you think you are?!” I pushed his head back, hearing it hit the ground. I backed up and walked over to the stove. “What right do you have to be so rude, so… inconsiderate? You… You’re a monster!” I turned to him so I could see his expression. “I try so hard to be nice to you. But all you do is sexually harass me, break all my shit, and then you blow off my cooking after I worked so hard to make it! You are absolutely terrible!” I took in a deep breath and locked eyes with him once more. “I should have left you out there with the rest of your kind… the scum!”

I hit a nerve. I know I had. The look in his eyes told me so. He kept his glare in sync with mine as he stood up. “Get your facts straight, girly! You know nothing about me!” He began to walk towards me and, in slight fear, I backed up. This man could do anything to me. He was tall enough… strong enough… angry enough.

I stumbled over my own feet multiple times, trying to get away. “Stay back!” I meant to say in a firm voice, but it came out frantic. I swiped my hand at him, attempting to scare him off.

My mistake.

He grabbed my wrist and jerked me towards him, as if a way to show that he was in control. “Who do YOU think YOU are?!” He stared at me for a second. This his scowl slowly turned into a smirk and he lifted my head. “Just another cute face and another selfish, backstabbing soul.” He let out a snicker. “Maybe that’s why daddy left you.”

That was it! That was fucking it! He had crossed the goddamn line! Tears welled up in my eyes. “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! I hope you burn in hell, you monster!” I fought back with all my strength and eventually got out of his grasp. Frantically I glanced around the room… and found it! The knife on the table! Without hesitation or second thought, I reached for it, but Noishe got to it first and chucked it across the room. My rage increased and I tackled the man. He didn’t budge, didn’t move.

I punched his torso multiple times and scratched at him. He didn’t seem to react at all. When I looked up at him, he was looking… looking down at me… his black eyes digging into my skin. I backed up, an extreme feeling of dread growing in the pit of my stomach. Then, he spoke up. “Poor Hashiri. What kind of demon crawled into your soul?”

I stared at him. I let my anger build up. That comment caused it to increase even more. “The fuck is your problem?!” I screeched. “Get the fu—GAH!” He cut me short.

Red… there was red on the floor. Red from… from…

I closed my mouth, tasting metal. And that’s when the pain kicked in. I began coughing violently and gasping for air, clutching the lurching stomach that Noishe’s fist had made contact with. I looked at the floor. Blood red… red blood! I fell onto my side, vomiting from the increasing pain, my eyes wide open, tears still escaping.

There was a minute of complete silence until suddenly. “BLOOD!” I heard Noishe scream. “OH GOD! SHE’S BLEEDING! Oh God! It’s all over the floor! God help me!” He cried. The silver-haired man stumbled into view, as I sobbed from wide eyes and coughed up more of the red liquid. He slid down the wall and curled up in the fedal position. I could hear his voice waver and see his own tears escape his eyes. For the next five minutes up until I lost conciousness, he only mumbled two words. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m--”

Theme 33- Seeing Red