“But would you still love me if you could see the monster that I am?”
You've just had eye surgery, you've been in the capable hands of your guide. But during a stroll, he abandoned you? No he was murdered and to pay compensation for it, the murder must replace him. You lack sight and must rely on a monster. Maybe its better you dont see...
❤︎ Part one; Ask to be added to the taglist
The leaves beneath your feet crunched, as your right hand held your walking stick, the left occupied by an older gentleman who's currently in position of your caretaker. Its been around 3 months, you have another few to go. Your sight is impaired, eyes bandaged. Admittedly, things were difficult. You struggled a lot and felt so exposed yet so shut out. Though, with the medication and help from your caretaker, things are moving smoother then the early struggles initially promised. Mr. Caretaker, he offered you to call him, was helping you out for a stroll in your favorite place, the woods. It was calming, smelled wonderful and you couldn't wait to see it once you gained sight again. After quite some time, the air got colder, and even without your eyes telling you, you knew something was off. Mr. Caretaker sensed it to, he said he was going to take a look around, leaving you alone on a fallen tree, moss weaving its way around the old bark showing its extended duration of being laid like that.
It felt like forever. Time wasn't something you had track of much anymore. All you knew, was that Mr. Caretaker was taking much too long. Debating if you should go look for him, small cold drops began dancing across your skin. Its raining. The delicate drops fell rhythmically. You had to rely on your other senses, quite enjoying the smell, sound, and sensation without directly seeing it. That peace was short lived as soon you felt the presence of another, much different. The hair on your flesh stood up. Footsteps grew louder, the metallic smell of blood, it was unmistakable. The low growling. Your first thought was a bear or bobcat. But when you weren't attacked, you began to doubt that assumption.
"Hello?" You tentatively called out, fingers curling around the fabric of your shirt.
"Is someone there, have you seen my caretaker? He hasn't returned and its getting late." You continued
Still no response. A nervous bubbling began to sit in your stomach, what was going on? Oh only if you had your sight.
Just then, you felt hot breath against your face, it was putrid and you recoiled slightly. A strong looming presence stood in front of you, with caution you lifted your hand out absently, fingers gliding against the torso of someone or something. The moisture from the rain made them glide faster against the hard plane.
"Why aren't you running, or afraid?" A gruff, deep voice said suddenly.
You snapped your hand back but a claw like hand grabbed your wrist.
"Well?" The voice said louder growing more impatient. "I just killed your supposed caretaker. I look like a monster. Why are you so calm about this, young lady." But then he froze, struck with realization.
"Bandages...are you sight impaired?"
Which then lead you to an explanation of your surgery and your situation. Strangely, he listened without interruption.
"So, by ending your caretakers life, I've caused you a great deal of trouble." He concluded, from your explanation.
"Pretty much." You answer without any hint of fear. It seemed like, you were more relaxed then previously. Though the rain did get harder. The man beside you shifted.
"I guess I'm going to have to step in, is that correct? How much longer until your healed?" The weight on the log next to you lifted.
"Around 3 more months." The bitterness in your voice wasn't concealed as hard as you tried to do so.
"I think i know a thing or two about such an issue." The hint of a smile in his tone. Pf course you started smiling too.
"Come on, I'll take you home. Its really starting to pour?" The voice got serious almost instantly. The claw like hand from earlier scooped up yours. Soon you were pulled to your feet.
He started leading you out of the woods, his hand was much bigger than Mr. Caretaker's and a lot sharper. It made you wonder, was he even human? But that thought had to be pushed aside, you have to stay on guard, you're going to be in the hands of a killer.
