Deviation Actions
I already parked my car in the parking lot, turning it off, then came out in my black dress with a lace jacket and started walking towards a dark red building in my flats. My dark brown hair blew in the wind as I held my purse tightly towards the large building. But as I took a few steps, I already decide to stroll into the rose garden nearby to take my mind off from what happened over a year ago...
As I walk there, smelling the perfume of each rose, instead of taking that night off, I ended up remembering the sad, twisted fate of how I lost my twin sister, Abigail....because of him....
A tall man....who held a violin...and smell like dead roses...
I used to play a violin while Abigail played the viola; but then I retired my violin and focus on drawing after a year of what happened.
Abigail was literally a prideful soul, always believing that she can do ANYTHING and become BETTER than anyone, including me, who gets in her way.
I am not saying she is wrong, nor wanting to believe her. There were moments where she was correct, and others when she was wrong. Heh, we always fight about these issues though....
When she found out I was taking Violin lessons in 5th grade, she took the Viola and learn to be better than me....and I was doing my best to play beautiful music. Yet, whatever I played, she played it more beautifully than I were....I couldn't really tell if I'll ever do anything right....
The more I think of that thought, the more jealous I have become. I just wish there was a way to show that I can be better too, so she won't bother me all the time on every lesson.
Wish and better....were the keywords......
It was one night when we recently got promoted to a University because of our performance at a school concert. We and our parents already went to buy a pizza to celebrate. But as we're waiting for our order to be made, I noticed something through the window and into the dark.
Lurking behind the trees across the parlor's parking lot was a figure of a man....It's hard to see his appearance, but all was there was his glowing violet eye and his long ponytail and ripped tail coat blowing in the Autumn wind....
I tried to look closely, but my focus was cut off when Abigail pushed me.
"Come on Madison, cut off the Wonderland dream crap you're always in," commanded Abigail, "Are you even a good sister to help carry the pizzas or not?" After a scold of my mother from my sister's rude attitude, I replied, "Y-yeah....Yeah I'm good..."
When I carried some of the boxes, I looked out the window again, noticing the figure stepped back into the darkness, fading away like a Cheshire cat in the shadows....
As we got home, my parents already left for a movie theater, so we just eat pizza and watch anime. In almost 3 hours, I went upstairs to take a shower. When I blew-dry my hair, I glanced at the window and saw the most scariest sight of my life....
It was the same figure from earlier, only looking into my window. I turned off my hair dryer and after looking both ways....I end up walking towards the window....
I know it sounds like a complete stupid idea, but there were many questions to ask about who...or what....he is and why is he following me.....
As I was half of a foot close to the window, I stared at the man as he stared back at me.....it was all silent, but I spoke, "....H-.....Hello?"
He didn't reply....but thunder and lightning did and my eyes widen from what I saw almost like in any horror film....
Very dark crimson colors smeared all over the window as if someone let a child paint the windows; and the figure.....I saw half of his face were cut up muscle and bone with scars everywhere....and his left eye....sliced in half, but still hung over his eye socket!
I gasped, dropped my hair dryer and ran out of my room, screaming bloody murder. I kept running until I tripped on the stairs.
I kept laying there, wincing in pain on my leg and back, until my sister ran over, "What the hell were you doing!? You ALMOST gave me a Freaking heart attack!"
I got up and I was wheezing and stuttering, pointing towards upstairs, "M-M....Mo-...Mon-Mon-Mon....Mons-"
She raise an eyebrow and walked upstairs without letting me finish. I shook my head and held her arm, begging her to just lock up everything, call the cops, and not go upstairs to look. But she yank her arm from me and continued walking upstairs. I caught up on her as she walked to my room, looking inside.
As I look inside with her, all we say outside the window was nothing....nothing, but darkness and fresh raindrops....
She glared at me and spoke, "A Monster, Really?” I shook my head and spoke, "B-But Abigail, I swear, there was a monster, his face...Oh god his face...Just his left side...it was like a zombie!"
She walked behind me and left the room while speaking, "Maybe you should lay off the Dr. Jekyll-Hyde or whatever Victorian stories you kept reading so much. I just don't understand why liking them so much, you nerd."
I sigh, thinking that she is right about it and then continued with my hair, making sure what I witnessed didn't happened.
As we were sleeping in our beds, I started dreaming about the mysterious person I kept seeing lately....He walked towards me....and the more he walked the more he came to the light, seeing the same look as before, but grinning at me. His jaw was opened and blood rushed out....
The doorbell saved me from whatever he will even do....
"Madison..." Abigail groan in her sleep, "Go see who is at the door..."
I groaned because whenever my parents weren't here, she played as the queen and I am the servant, "Abigail...It's the middle of the night, it could be a creep or....Ugghh!" I got up because of two reasons, either it could be my parents who forgot their house key, or she just wants her servant of a twin to do it.
As I opened the door...I saw it wasn't my parents or just a random creep.....Sure it was a stranger, but he doesn't look creepy.....It was a man who looked like he's in his 20's holding a case with his white finger-less gloves.....
He was wearing a dark soldier coat with a shawl covering his teal vest and white blouse with black tie; as if he was an actor or dressing up as a toy. He also wore long black pants and military boots, drenched from the rain.
His long night colored hair with lilac bangs were tied in a ponytail. His face look soft, even with his highlighted bangs covering his left eye, but I saw his right eye in a calming shade of violet with dark bags underneath as if he doesn't have sleep in weeks.
He stared at me and spoke in a calming voice, "Hello...may I enter, madam?"
I didn't say anything....I tried to, but I couldn't....besides the fact he looked decent...there was something familiar and disturbing about him....
Just as I started to stutter again, my sister came in and pushed me aside and smiled, "Well Hel-lo Mister~! I'm Abigail, Come in! Come in!"
I glared at her...Of course she kicked me off every time I talked to a boy in school. Most of them is from the moment we met in at least five minutes.....two minutes seem like a new record....
"Are you crazy," I whispered at her, "We already just MET this guy! And we can't let some random stranger walk in! We could get in trouble!" She pouted and spoke, "Well, it's not MY fault for going to the door, so it's all on you when mom and dad gets home!"
I growled as the stranger walks in and spoke with a pleasant smile, "No need to worry about it....I'm only here for a little while..." As Abigail dragged him to the living room, I kept staring at him because it already seems that there is something weird about that man....and it's not just for the fact he smelled like dead roses....
As he sat on the couch, looking around with his suitcase on the low table, Abigail walked pass me and spoke, "I'm going upstairs to change, don't do anything Stupid!" I sigh as she went upstairs, "Why me...."
Sure she will persuade my parents to get me in trouble, but her outfit and make up won't end up becoming the evidence of "my demise."
But as she left I noticed the man was opening his suitcase and dug inside. I decided to just chat with him...just to get my suspicion clear.
"So," I started, "Why are you at our place? There are a lot of neighbors here..." "I traveled, but I need a stay for the night. But none answered." The strange man replied. "Well.....do...you want something to drink? Or something to eat? We still got pizza left." I spoke. "No." he replied as he pulled out what seems to be a dark violet violin with the same colored bow.
I never seen a violin this....violet....but I asked, "You're a musician?" He nodded and I replied, "I'm one too, well, not much due to my obnoxious twin sister, but we both played good and end up earning a scholarship for a music university. But why do you have it out?"
He stared at me for a moment, then stood up with the instrument in position as he spoke in a sudden change of voice...sounding similar to a luring snake from the Jungle Book, "Hear me play...." "What?" I tilted my head. "Hear...me...play..." He spoke slowly.
I couldn't ask why....I somehow became scared but I blurted out one word I regretted saying, "Alright...."
With that, he straighten the strings of his violin, had his bow ready, then started playing his music.....
I thought for sure someone like him can play a wonderful instrument....but his.....I can recognize that it sounded like Mephisto Waltz by Milestein and Liszt, but with new notes that caused loops and screeches like a rat caught in trap....I can feel my ears starting to bleed...
As he finished, he look down at me then spoke in the same luring voice, "....How was it.....?" I couldn't say anything......it does sound weird, but I can't tell him the truth because it might hurt his feelings, or something worse....
Suddenly, he glared at me.....losing his patience, and spoke in a change of voice that made my spine shivered, "Speak up, poppet."
I squeaked out without realizing because of how scarier he has become, "I-It was wonderful! You played amazing!"
He paused for a moment, then growled as I noticed his black nails grew into sharp claws, his clothes become tattered.....and worst of all....I saw the left side of his cheek revealed his teeth and jaw as pure bone...just like what I saw from the window....
His eyes glowed in a fiery purple as he yelled, "Liar!" I started running towards the front door, forgetting about my sister preparing her looks. I tried opening the door, but it was locked tight, same for the windows I tried to open.
I hear him walked towards me and spoke in an animal-like tone as he grew wolf-like features, "You...hate my tune.....just like the others, vat!"
Tears rolled out in fear as I realized he is not human...he's a monster....no worse.....He's a demon.
I saw him playing his instrument again, but it was fast and hard as steam came out the violin. Glass windows started to crack and I cover my ears tightly as I kept trying to yell, "I'M SORRY!!" I tried to call out Abigail, but my voice was too quiet from the music and things breaking.
But even with the raging music, I started to feel dizzy....I drop to my knees and land on the floor as everything turned black....
I woke up in a dark room, which was already revealed to be a stage with a dark red curtain due to a glowing candle on a table.....
I looked around from the back drop of a castle to the jet black audience center then decide to explore my surroundings with the candle. But as I was about to pick up the candle, it dimmed as if someone blew it, then lanterns around the stage and audience began to glow where I can see more clearly. Not only I can see the stage more clearly, but the audience somehow appeared in their seats, wearing Victorian attire and masks.
I kept wondering if this is a dream...or a nightmare....I look down at my outfit and my Snoopy Pajamas became a light blue dress with gloves and I can even feel a mask resting on my face....
As the last lantern gleamed at the center of the stage, there came the same man I faced before!
I tried to call out, but it came out nothing as if my voice was completely gone...I didn't have a choice, I was too scared, so I hide behind the curtains and watch....
I looked from the curtain as the castle backdrop turn into a Victorian study area with a big desk and chair standing in the center of the stage. I saw the man, looking normal without his face cut up, walking towards it and sat in the chair.
I watch him work on a few papers, only on most, I saw him growled in frustration and scrunch up the work he made and threw them across the stage. I walked to one of his scrunch up works and opened, to reveal music notes.
Then I heard him get up and I look to see he was in his position to play a normal violin instead of the violet one... He started practicing, and it sounded normal and kinda decent....But like last time, he growled in frustration, yelling, "NO, it's disgusting!" And in his frustration, he pound his right arm that held the bow, and then hit his head hard until both were bruised black.
In each music he thought he messed up, he started to hurt him more and more. In one moment, I watched him pick up a dagger to stab his right arm. And in another, he started to cut up the left side of his face and eye, ignoring how much he scream in pain. The craziest part is that every time he hurt himself, the audience laugh mockingly at his pain and abuse, like they never care about how much he is hurting himself....I don't think they'll ever care if it ends up killing him out of blaming himself for his mistakes.
That's when I understand completely about him, he spent most of his life making sure his music sounds perfect; and every time he screws up, he blames and abuse himself out of frustration....It's how I felt when my sister does better no matter how much I practice...I even bruised my fist as I punch a brick wall out of frustration....
Just then the light dimmed for ten seconds and shine the stage to its normal look, only he was in the center, in position for his violin to be played. He picked up his instrument and started playing. It does sound beautiful, almost similar to what he played before....new and decent and vibrant..... I felt bad for lying....
He still kept playing his much...but then he stopped as we both heard the audience booing at him.
I watch people threw things at him and his failure, calling that he has no talent, I want to help him, but how can I?
He looked shocked as the audience kept booing, throwing things, and even laugh at his 'failure'....from his humiliation, I saw him clenched his hands and in rage he smashed his violin on the stage to pieces that shook the rude crowd.
He pick up a few pieces and....... threw them at the audience. Many got hit by the pieces of the violin, and only a few passed out when it hit their heads...and I can tell that throw was enough for them to never wake up....he even threw his bow that stabbed a middle aged man through his skull.
The rest of the audience ran away in terror, some of the people called him a 'Monster!' Just like when I saw him from my window...
I heard him scream as the audience ran from their seats and to the doors, "YOU FLESH EATING RATS ARE THE REAL MONSTERS!!! I WILL DRAG YOU ALL TO HELL WITH ME!!!"
He ran across and passed me into the back stage and I ran to follow him...even though I quiver at his own demise, I was curious to know what will happen next....
As I got there, I watch him threw many instruments, breaking every single one of them...I watch him tear up a drum, smash a base, bent a trumpet, and worse of all......tore up a few heart strings and wrapped them tightly in his neck.
He gagged and wheeze, but he continued to tighten strings until....he dropped to his knees and fell to the ground....ending his life.....
I never felt this scared in my life...I wanted to throw up...but the candles dimmed again and a dark violet glow appeared on the stage...
I tried finding an exit, but then....I look at the audience.....which are now iced with half animal, half human begins with sharp teeth....Some were eating the victims the Violinist killed, and the rest snickered with delight....
That's when I realize that....these are demons and this stage ends up portraying Hell...I saw a violet spotlight shined at the center of the stage where the Violinist lay from his strangulation....
But I saw him woke up and look around the stage....His reaction was filled with shock and confusion as he look at the demons who were laughing at how shocked he was after what he did to the people.
I watch him step back until he stopped and turned at a very tall, dark being with long midnight black hair and glowing red eyes. I can see he was wearing a tall black hat and a dark coat, and with his pearly sharp teeth, he clapped with his white gloves, speaking in a snake-like tone, "Well...Well...Seems we caught ourselves a rat..."
The demons laugh and applaud at their sudden victory, and the Violinist asked while shivering, "W...who are you, stranger?" The being chuckled as he replied, "I'm a 'monster,' like you...And I want to thank you for killing off these bastards for me and feeding some for my people..." I saw the violinist look frightened as he spoke, "W-What do you want? My Soul?"
I heard the being chuckled once more, but turned into a laugh, "No, my boy....I am here to give you an offering~! Be my Demon Violin player, and you will live forever....No one will critic you ever again....And if they do, you may torture them whatever you like til they ask for your encore..."
I watch the Violinist looked at him and ask, "And if I refused? What is even the price?" The Being grinned and spoke, "There is no price...After all, for your first question, you're already DEAD anyways~!"
I watched him look shocked then spoke after a minute of hesitation since there is nothing else to think, "I will accept your offer..."
The being laughed as he took off his white glove then with a snapped of his long nailed fingers, a green spark came and absorbed the Violinist as he scream in pain.
His clothes were soon torn and his left cut up face wasn't healed; and like the demon audience, he grown the same wolf features as before...
As the transformation was complete, the being gave him the dark violet violin, "This will be your weapon, only use its magic if one hates your music....or....in fact LIED to you..."
I couldn't believe everything I witnessed….all I am seeing is happening because I lied to him…I stepped back, but I only end up tripping over a broken trumpet, causing a noise that breaks the scariest moment as I land.
Many demons look at me with their glowing eyes; and the Violinist, who noticed me as well, growled like a predator to its prey.I want to run, but somehow I can’t move from where I sat….I’m so dead, I thought….
The being chuckled and spoke, “Look like it’s your first catch of the day…..You may seize her, lad….”With that, the Violinist slowly walked toward me; I was so scared that I started crying again. “P-Please,” I whimpered, “D-Don’t kill me, p-please…..I-I….I-“
He grab my wrist and spoke as he dug his new sharp nails into it, “You shouldn’t lie to me, vat….” “I-I’m sorry!!” I yelled with hot tears falling from my eyes.
He growled as he held my neck tightly and raise me up in the air like his own doll. He spoke demonically as his jaw was spewed with blood like in my dream, “No you’re not…..It took me 13 years to make my music a complete success! And now….I spent the rest of this pitiful world’s days by asking every new musician, like you, to agree with my master piece or they will all die by my own hands!”
I was trying hard to breathe, but his grip was as tight as a knot…..I can still hear demons laugh at his own demise….As drool split out of my mouth, I gave the rest of my breath to spoke, “I-I…Didn’t mean to……I d-didn’t lie…a-about your…m-music….”
That’s when his grip was loosened a little and I saw he started to look puzzled as if to know I was telling the truth. “I didn’t have a choice….I lied because I-I was scared….I didn’t even know what to do…..”
His grip loosened more as I kept talking while the audience groan in boredom, “I know how you even feel….I was trying my best to beat my sister, but her pride was stronger than me….I always try harder and harder….but even so, everyone cheer for her…It was my fault I got into this mess though,…….I…I’m so sorry…I really am…..”
It took a few minutes as everything became quiet and pitch black….He dropped me and while I was coughing for air, I saw him pick up his dark violet violin again….I look scared, knowing it’s going to happen all over again…..but then as I heard the first note….it wasn’t terrible or messy….It was beautiful….I can resemble a Diabolik Waltz with extra notes that made it more vibrant...I can even feel myself dancing with a prince...
He must’ve practice more than a decade while spending his time in hell just like at how he did on the surface…..As it was over, he turned to me in his normal look without the features and spoke, “……What do you think of my music?”
“I-I……It was amazing…” I spoke with confidence, nearly close to becoming speechless…..
He smiled and spoke as he bowed, “Thank you, madam.” With that, in a soft melody piece, he slowly vanished then I grew tired….I fell asleep peacefully as if the soft music background was like a lullaby….
“Madison….”
I turn my head a little in reply….
“Madison, get the Hell up!”
I shot my eyes open as I saw Abigail’s irritated face, “I can’t believe you fell asleep in front of our guest!”
I sat up and noticed the Violinist was still sitting on the couch with his quiet expression from before….like all of this never happened, even the windows weren't even broken. I got up and reply, “S-Sorry…..I-I’ll get something to drink!”
I ran to the bathroom and turn on the lights to see if anything changes….but despite being traumatized, nothing seemed to be unusual….
I want to tell Abigail and my parents about what happened…but something tells me I shouldn’t…I decided to keep it a secret...
As I was heading to the kitchen….I heard the music again….only this time it was the same as I first encounter him….I was confused until I realized….it could be my sister’s turn!
I want to interfere, but I couldn’t…as if there was a force all around the living room…so my second best option is to run upstairs until it’s all over since as much as I didn't want her in danger, despite how she pushes me around, I didn't want to witness the event again.
So I waited in my bedroom and read an anime manga.…but as I read I can still hear the music….It was over in just three minutes….then I heard something I haven’t heard of….There was another piece to his music…it sound too sickly sweet, like strawberry-vanilla ice cream….I couldn't recognize what piece it was...It could be that she either lied like I have….Or…..
I ran out of my bedroom and rush downstairs; I knew she be too prideful for his own music! He must’ve killed her by now! As I reach the bottom the music already ended and I saw him walk out of the room and head to the front door.
"What happened!? What did you do!?" I yelled. He paused as he held the handle, then turned to me, with a sharp smirk and glowing animal-like eyes, "You're lucky you weren't blinded by pride like that vat. She annoyed me and told me how much her music is better than mine."
I look scared as he open the door, then he spoke once more as he vanished in the leaves,
"Farewell....Madison..."
After the door was slowly closed, it took me over a minute to run into the living room to see if my sister’s ok, but as I got there, I dropped my manga book with a gasp as I saw what he did to her…
She was wearing a dark red Victorian ball gown with a white feather on her hair bun, wearing red make-up…her eyes look scared, but her frozen smile looked sickly and forced as if he made her like that….and worst of all…she was frozen, as id she was made out of wax…..
Her pride and his music transformed Abigail into a taxidermy doll….I screamed and screamed for what become of my sister that it woke up the neighborhood and the animals lurking at night.
The police already came for their investigation and it all ends with nothing related to the violin nor how it all happen. My parents came with empty hearts and all I earned was fear and a dark secret I dare not to talk about, because if I ever tell what happened, I would be taken away with a straight-jacket wrapped around my soul, even if it'll explain the outfit she wore...
I gave up my music scholarship and sold my violin to a charity after a month. Everyone was sadden by the thought, but it was enough to calm my fear for the rest of my life...And now I drive myself to see my sister once more after almost a whole year of being, now, an only child….
I know what you're thinking, I would be heading over to a funeral home owned by an Undertaker, or even a church where I ending up saying my farewells before people lowered Abigail in her grave.
However, you’re wrong....I wasn't going to neither of the places....the building I am walking towards to.....
It was a History Museum where my sister is displayed in a Jack the Ripper scene as one of his victims….
I walked towards her in the panel.....and saw she was already decaying with that sickly smile....It was a miracle that glass surrounded her, or I would've vomit...
As I was staring down at her display name.....I suddenly heard a violin playing....and the smell of dead roses drafted in....
