Where Darkness Thrives - Part VIII

(The song is Disturbia, by Rihanna)

- Merrick's POV

I walked around the castle, bored out of my mind. There was nothing to do, Darla usually attended to all the torturing, so that left me with nothing to do, I could go to the huge library the castle possessed, but I didn't particularly want to read, there was a question that wouldn't leave me alone, it bounced around in my head like a kangaroo on red bull. I had to know what Darkness was, I had to. Whenever I went to ask Darla, she was busy, and if I asked anyone else they shrugged and said they didn't know. I decided to go to the library. Maybe I could find the answers there. I entered, and stared up in shock at the huge selection of books, they were everywhere, they lined every wall, there was a table in the middle, a hand-carved oak desk, I ran my hand over the smooth surface, entranced. I could see myself in it, it was so shiny. I shook myself out of my daze and started looking through the books, looking for anything with the title Darkness. I didn't really find anything, though I noticed there was a radio on, and an unfamiliar song came from the speakers.

*It's a thief in the night to come and grab you,
It can creep up inside you and consume you,
A disease of the mind, it can control you,
I feel like a monster-*

I tuned it out after that, but the words stuck in my head. I looked and looked through the books, occasionally finding one with darkness in the name, but none of them held the answers, none of them helped whatsoever, but one, one held a poem I'd never forget. I got angry at the lack of helpfulness, very, very angry. I wanted to do it, to do what I'd planned, but put off for so long, it was a good time; I could just go and do it. No one would ever realize in time. It would be over, just like that. I wanted to do it. No, I had to do it. It was a need, a deep burning desire that pushed me toward it, telling me to do it, a little voice provoking me, snapping that I was too weak to even do it. I wasn't, I knew it. I was strong, strong enough to do anything I wanted. I could kill anyone; I'd proven that to everyone, including myself, during the hunting party attack.

I was nowhere near helpless, the way Azalea had been. I'd torn those guardians to pieces, not one of them-though all of them were bigger, and seemed stronger-had been a match for me. When I was fighting, something just took over, when the battle had been done, I'd ached for more, I'd been tempted to kill Azalea, but I knew I'd need Darla's trust, so I didn't. I'd wanted more that night; I wanted to kill all the newborns, just for the sake of killing, of bloodshed. I could feel that same feeling now, overpowering me, overpowering my mind, my body, it made my limbs move, not that I resisted. I wanted it, maybe it was just an effect of the feeling. But I wanted it so bad I thought I'd die. I forced myself to calm down, I couldn't seem suspicious because of what I was about to do. I was going to do something that no one would think I'd do, they all thought I worshiped her, they were wrong.

I was about to kill her,
Kill the girl who'd given my new life, a new chance,
A purpose, a meaning,
I was going to kill the girl who made me who I am,
I was going to kill Darla.