At peace {tag: Miguel}

Miguel lay on the floor, unconscious, a gash on his temple from where he'd hit it as he fell bleeding slightly. When the guy came to his senses, his heart pounding like a hammer, he sat on the floor leaning against the bed. He wondered for how long was he sedated? An hour, a day, a week? His head hurt as well as his stomach. He felt a sharp pain coming from his belly, making him realise that he was hungry and that he definitly remained passed out for several days.

The man looked around the room, noticing a new salver with food and drinks: two muffins, a cup of coffee and a carton of juice. Miguel reached out, roughly dragged the salver closer, spilling coffee all over the floor, and drank right from the carton. The sweet orange juice ran down his chin and neck, while he was greedily swallowing the drink. After quenching his thirst, he put the almost empty carton on the floor. Concentrating, the fair-haired guy looked around the room again. It seemed that their kidnapper cleaned up the sheets and hang the picture back on the wall... and Ariel was not in the room.

Leaning with his right hand on a beds edge, he stood up, rubbing his wounded forehead gently. "Ariel?" he called her name, but she didn't answer. Miguel turned his head to the bathroom door, hearing the sound of running water. He came closer to the door and saw.. water leaking under the doors threshold. His heart skipped a bit. Something was wrong. "Ariel," he knoked on the door and called her again, but still received no response. Without hesitation, he grabbed the doorknob and tried to turn it. Locked. "Ariel, open the door! Do you hear me? Ariel!" he rattled the doorknob again, pulling and pushing the door, trying to get in the bathroom.

Miguel retreated a few steps back before he ram into the door with his shoulder. The door was weaker than it looked, so he practically fell into the bathroom. Shards of glass dug into his shoulder, making him groan out a scream. Overcoming the pain, he rose to his feet, inhaling deeply, and couldn't belive his eyes. Crushing pieces of broken glass with the soles of his shoes, he rushed towards the bathtub, kneeling right next to it. "No, no. NO! ARIEL, ARIEL, PLEASE!" he screamed grabbing her hand and turning it to look at her wrist. No.

The man gently put her arm back and set on the floor silent. He saw a giant piece of glass covered in blood laying down on the floor. He picked it up with his not injured hand. Tears fell down his face and sobs racked his body. A stray thought flashed through his mind that moment, but he didn't succumbed to the temptation to end this all now.


Tears kept falling down his cheeks, his eyes glistened with despair and anger. He couldn't give up like that. Miguel turned off the tap. The tub was already filled with water and blood, because Ariel's dress and foot clogged the bathtub's drain. Suicide was not the way of here. He slowly, holding a splinter of glass in his hand, walked back into the room, full of anger and madness. They should fight. He came closer to the picture on the wall. They should live. He swung his arm upward cutting it in half. For Evelyn and Messua. He swung his arm and cut the painting again. For Dmitry and Garett. And again. For all those people in here. And again. For Jane.

He kept ripping the painting until it was absolutely ruined. When Miguel finally stopped, he leaned his head on the wall, in the middle of the ripped "painting", breathing deeply. "Never was a fan of art deco, you know," he said outloud and smirked. He throw the shatter away, turned and looked up on the camera in the corner. "But you will hang a new one tomorrow, like you did before," he said laudly and gave a wierd smile. He came closer up to the camera, speaking in a more common manner, "You seem to like what you do..." He smiled again, "You are a player, who likes to take risks...".

"I am a player as well." he took a few steps back, so he could reach for that creepy doll on the corner table, "I offer you a deal." He smiled again, "Meet me face to face so we could discuss detalis.. If you are not scared, of course."

"In exchange you will get me, my life, my body and... my proper behaivior," he clutched his fist around doll's feet. hefted it and aimed at the camera, "Or do you want me to keep being a bad boy?" He gave a malicious smirk, "By the way I apologize for the mess, ma lady! I just want to redocorate the room!"

"Have a nice day!" he threw the porcelain doll in the direction of the camera and hit it, moving it utterly out of place, but unfortunately not destroying it. The doll's head shattered, remaining only her legs and half of her body.

For a moment, Miguel just kept standing there, in the center of the room, feeling his arm, his shoulder and his head hurt, but then he turned around and went towards the bathroom to take care of and get Ariel's body out of the tub...