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Option Task: NPC Connection Drabble
Long dark locks hung loosely over her shoulders and the muscles in her stomach tightened as she walked through the gates. The fence that stood around the building, keeping pure evil locked behind bars for what she could only hope was the rest of his life, towered over her, but she wasn’t focused on the fence or the guards that stood at the gates and doors, watching as visitors made their way inside. Why was she even there? She hated him with the passion of a thousand burning suns. He had ruined her life and left scars that would never heal, but maybe that was the reason that she had to go and see him one last time. She needed to find a way to put it all behind her and move on with her life; she needed to find a way to get past everything that he had done to her. It wouldn’t be easy and Luna knew that but the hatred that she had buried deep down inside of her was always there and it kept her from getting on with her life. It kept her running from a past that she couldn’t forget. “Hello, Luna.” His voice sent a shiver up her spine and she slowly looked up; her eyes locking on him for the first time in three years. She had wanted to be there when Dr. Ryan had been sentenced, but she’d been unable to step foot back in Hartsville. Even now she found it difficult to be in the town where her life had been turned upside down, to face him, but she needed to. She needed to look him in the eyes and not be afraid, though that was a lot easier said than done. As she came face to face with the man who had helped destroy her life, she didn’t even remember how she had gotten there. It was as if her feet had had a mind of their own and had carried her the short distance to the visitor's room without her consciously realizing it. “I didn’t think you’d come.” His voice was like a knife, piercing her flesh over and over again as she was once again pulled from her own thoughts and slowly took a seat across from him. Taking a deep breath, the brunette slowly placed her hands on the table, her fingers fidgeting nervously with the charm bracelet on her wrist. “I wasn’t sure I was going to. I wasn’t sure that I wanted to, but I needed to,” she finally replied as her dark brown eyes slowly met his. “I needed to know why. Why me?” The question was almost laughable. What did it matter? She still had the scar from the tattoo that he had etched onto her skin, a reminder that even those you should have been able to trust were capable of some of the most horrendous acts. Despite knowing that her question was a pointless one, she needed to find some answers. Whether he would give them to her though was a completely different story. He didn’t answer though. It was as if she hadn’t spoken at all, so she sat there, staring across at him in complete silence. They were in a standoff, silently daring the other to speak first and break the silence that lingered between them, but he didn’t speak. He said nothing at all. Shaking her head, the brunette rolled her chocolate-colored hues and slowly got up. “This was a mistake, I shouldn’t have bothered.” Luna wanted to go home and forget that she had made the stupid decision to go and see him, but she had and it had been for nothing. “Is that what you really wanted to know? After all this time, you came to visit me to ask why I picked you?” His words soared through her like a shockwave and she stopped in her tracks, slowly turning back to face him. “Or was there something else you wanted to ask?” She stared at him for several long seconds before slowly moving to sit back down across from him. “Five minutes.” She glanced over at the prison guard before looking at the clock. She only had five minutes to ask the one question that she really wanted to know, but she was terrified to ask. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes for a second or two, taking a deep breath as she gathered her thoughts before her mouth fell open and she finally spoke. “Why did you do any of it?” She knew why he had chosen her. She had been sleeping around; the word etched on her skin had told her exactly why he had picked her, but that wasn’t what she wanted to know. She’d trusted him and she needed to know why he had started any of this and why he had led all of those people to their deaths. It could have easily been her, so she needed to know why it had all started in the first place. “And don’t give me some bullsh*t excuse about God. Just tell me, why?”
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