The School hours

The graveyard looked completely deserted besides this hooded figure,striding along the dark.Its long cloak that seemed to drag the ground beneath.
As she came closer and near to her captive,she could no longer remain still. Shivering with loathe, a horrible senstation filled her all over.

What next?she thought hard on mind……

The pale shimmering of the moonlight on which the Tombstones around bathed ,adding more sentiments to her already cold emotions. Twinkling of the stars and the cool breeze of wind,the sleeping woods tuned with sounds and twitching from the whiskers and crickets.
This was all the touchiness she was looking for.

Ah! — she remembered,she did.And acted but as if she knew it all this time.She let out a yell of mirthless laughter and sat on her heels.Her face drained but deadly enough to take the breath out of her prisoner.Writhing and struggling the body,unable to move an inch of his thoroughly bleeding arms and legs.

She didn't care — felt nothing — nothing at all.

Lazily she lifted the laces of the bottom of her long ,lanky gown swaying with the wind.It bore stains of blood streaks that were not hers.Exposed ,soft and gleaming pink flesh of her leg upon which his eyes were resting.

Her hand wearily reached up to her muddy leather boots and halted.
CLICK
He looked around in confusion for the source of sound and stopped wandering to stare at it wide eyed.She has the same silver dagger pressed in her hands and his horrific expression intensified.
Slowly,the glistening bloodied dagger moved towards his tourtured,wounded body,still alive. He suddenly came to realize his heartbeats were numbered.Every second felt precious,his heart pounding fiercely in his chest.

He feared her glare more than the fast beating heart pounding as about to explode.

He stared at her,their eyes meeting.She must be the most beautiful woman on the planet….
he blinked.
Her pale skin glowing ,eyes green and mysterious sparkling with hatred and coldness,
focused only and only at the person before her.The heart shaped brilliantly cut face structure upon which anyone could fall.Those silky, brown shining long hair disheveled by the faint touch of the hood on her head,falling straight down her restless chest.

The gown upraised by her firm and rounded breast.He could see them rise and fall as she drew nervous breaths. The gown loose on the length of her curves. Her large waist so smooth and round was luring of all as she squat on her knees.
What is going on her mind? What is it that she is thinking so hard?

Drawing herself up to her fullest height then she begun-
"Tell me I am wrong when I…. confide in you that it was I who unmasked you…. Your sins and wrong deeds",she quivered putting every ounce of hatred she felt.
"Don'… don't pl… please!",he pleaded not wanting to hear,no.He feared the evilness she had let fall over her,other lights within her extinguished.
"What ha… have I done —
"Silence!", breathed Zina furiously gritting her teeth.
"Silence! I don't pity, mercy on those …. Those like you. So save your breath you callous,selfish sonofabitch!",Zina said harshly ,spitting fire with her words.
She could not… Not anymore let the wrath and fury — agony of all to be…. to be…. She wouldn't consider,not after these lies hitting hard on her face… she thought.

"I loved you… dreaded your love — I still do love you …. But I will not bear it… not drenching in the lies you spat on my face all these years… Scorching the core of my heart…. ",she said huskily. She glared at him and fragments of memories flashed here and there. This needs to end.

"Now,I quench my curiosity with…. With your blood", she started.She plunged the dagger where his heart was beating a second ago and stabbed again and again.She was sobbing and laughing at the same time.Trembling, she took a long breath and plucked out the weapon and pressed it to her lips.
"Shssss…ssss you won't suffer anymore, my love,"she murmured softly as she caressed his face slowly reaching to his head.She had loved those hair so much.She would never feel the same,tears broke down again.
She was bathing in the oozing dark blood .His filthy blood…. She couldn't nomore… .Standing with all the breath left in her . She threw the dagger away ,didn't care what will happen to it. Stumbling in the stones,pain pierced her heart and she leaned forward on the tombstone.
" The pain was eating her .

Oh! … and He couldn't do anything to stop those stream of tears.How shameful!… He wanted to die in her warm arms but it had ended the opposite.

I love you baby… Please don't cry… Please.

His voice suppressed, what to do.WHAT TO DO!
A terrible gurgling noise issued from Theo's throat.
"Gab... Gabriel... Gabrielle… I love y..you..you", he whispered soft,awkwardly.
His body convulsed and then became still.Eyes blank ,unfocused…. Wide.. longing to nothingness.
Tears burned down the cheeks as they poured silently into her lap. She stood still. Her hands then covered the beautiful, haunting face.

Silence.
CLICK… CLICK CLICK CLICK …… .

The lights came back. White light rays fell on their dilated pupil and the curtains came down. Hurriedly, Theo stood beside Zina. She was so nervous, he could feel her trembling and shivering unable to stand without some support. He reached for her hands and squeezed them. She didn't move but Theo was already aware of the curtains opening again.

Light fell upon the audience. Shock of moment broken by loud applauding. Ear-splitting cheers and roars came from whole place. Cries of their names from the watchers.

As the play end they got standing ovations.Theo was giving her please-smile-at-them look but she felt no enthusiasm to reply back.After few together poses to the audience, they walked to backstage.

First to reach them were Iona and marett, both had a wide grin drawn on their face,idiotically.
"You look awesome in this costume girl!", Iona kissed her.
Zina pulling away from Theo,smiled at them and her expression sketched to them her mood not wanting to celebrate.
Instead, she craved for some peace and quietness and to be left alone.

After all,she was utterly exhausted and drained by the three hours play with only a water drinking break.

 

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Texte: Kzura zan
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 05.04.2016

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