killer game

She had a dream.

She dreamed of the storm.She huddled by the dumpster, cold and hungry, trying to hide herself.

Then the devil came across the street, holding a big black umbrella.

He took her hand and took her away.

She followed ignorantly and at a loss, staggering forward.The cold gloves couldn't convey the slightest warmth at all, as if they were holding ice cubes, or corpses.

But this road is so long, so long.

The rain stopped suddenly, and when the alley was almost at the end, she saw the night recede and the dawn break through the sky.

The sun fell on the big black umbrella, and flames shot up into the sky.

In the thick smoke and water vapor, the picture began to distort and blur. The devil was on fire, and he let go of his hand.

And she was thrown at the end of the alley, without having time to take another step forward.She stood there, thin and embarrassed like a roll of rags, leaning against the wall, watching everything turn into ashes with an indifferent and almost stagnant expression.

She turned her head away in the ashes, turned and walked towards the origin.

Darkness engulfed her.

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Mathilda was calm when she woke up.

She lay flat on the bed, quietly looking at the ceiling in the dark.

The world is so silent, and the night, which is so rich that it can be touched, surrounds her, bringing a sense of seclusion and peace of mind.Her consciousness is so clear and sharp, but she clearly has a kind of thoroughness and confusion that seems to have transcended the world, as if her soul has left this body, and she is floating in the mysterious dark night that is not controlled by anyone. He looked down at his body and his mind from a high position.

Crash, clatter, from that distant place, she seemed to hear the sound of flames singing, burning everything down.

So painful, so wanton, and she was burning with desire and nirvana in the ruins.

Something has been changed.When she almost panicked and tried to touch something hidden in her chest—but still couldn't grasp it, she knew that something was out of control.

Obviously, she tried so hard to control all cognitions in her hands, but she couldn't refuse the guidance of fate, and couldn't escape the doomed track. She kept walking on this road, and she once confidently thought that there would be no more Things can scare her, however, one day, the slow and almost stopped beating speed of the cold and hard piece of flesh in the chest became faster, and the red flowers that once soaked in sin and cruelty grew in it, withered and spewed out. Yes, it starts to soften, it starts to warm, it fills the empty space of her chest little by little with the things she abandoned in a strange way and can never get back, and spreads through the body with the blood flow. every corner.

She even had a feeling that she was finally complete.

Why?She always wondered, why?What the hell is that?

The things that used to be about the last life in my mind have faded so that there are not even vague memories left, and those only fragments and incomplete pictures are like the foam on the water, and they will eventually be disillusioned.But she clearly remembered the hardships, the hardships, she stumbled and walked on that road, and almost exhausted all the enthusiasm for life.

The orphanage obliterated her harshness for the sun, the vagabond life robbed her of all hope, and the laboratory strangled her will as a human being. Apart from poor life, there is really nothing left.

Then, she lived in this strange world with a crippled personality and a brand new life.

She was still clinging to the last straw, clinging to this life tightly.She wants to live, she wants to live so eagerly, so she is afraid of unknown death, she is afraid of this strange world, she still lives so hard and painfully.

However, fate still cut off that flat road for her, and she stood at a loss in the gap.And then... she met Leon.

The person she was destined to meet, she held his hand and walked slowly forward, she calculated him, even calculated herself, just for a given reason, and finally... the story went off the rails.

With tears in her eyes, Mathilda kissed her hands with a smile, her expression soft and beautiful.

She is no longer afraid of the cowardice of tears, she knows that just like smiling, it is also a normal and universal expression of emotion.It's as if she can face the sun with ease now, instead of deeply hating it.

She took Leon's hand and walked forward step by step.She found that she still longed for the sun so passionately. She hated the warmth, beauty, and kindness of the sun, because she couldn't get it. She stood in the darkness, and she could only stand in the darkness, looking up at what she couldn't touch. She took those despairs as a hatred of the sun, because the wounds that she couldn't touch when she stretched out her hands were too painful, too painful.

She found that she could still trust a person completely, just like trusting herself.She got the most beautiful emotions in the world from a killer, those kind, gentle, almost tentative friendship, careful protection, so beautiful that people don't want to let go.

Then, she finally wanted to understand that all the things that made her weak that she had insisted on abandoning on that road were precisely the deepest love this world could give her.She retrieved them bit by bit, put them back into her chest, and filled up all the blank spaces. What she thought were weak—but they were precisely the meaning and value of life that no one could live without.

Yes.

Yes, Leon.

Perhaps, I found a reason to appear in this world.

Perhaps, I really understand the reason why fate made me meet you.

I like you.

I like you.

It's too heavy, too heavy, so I won't say love to you.

The flame burned my rotting and ashes, and I was finally reborn in the fire.

And at dawn, when the sun shines on the earth, I will leave.

Maybe at the end of this road, I will fall into darkness forever, or maybe when the dawn breaks the sky again, I will return safely.

I just hope you're still standing where you are, okay, okay, death can't threaten you, because you're still the lonely, powerful Leon who can't get in.

Because I like you that much.

I like you that way.

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At dawn, she kissed the cold box that contained her brother.

She changed into the clothes she wore the day she was taken in by Leon.

At that time, she wore them walking down the corridor, passing the bloody bodies of the whole family, and then knocked on the door of Leon's room at the end of the corridor.

She left that evening, brought Colin back, went out recklessly for revenge, and then huddled in a corner of the wall and waited for his return, covered in wounds.

After struggling on the line of life and death, these tattered clothes were still huddled in the corner.She picked them out, washed them clean, without any blood stains, stitched them together again, and then put them on herself now.

She fell into the turning point of the movie on that day, and on this day, she is about to push the plot to a climax.

Mathilda was sitting on the edge of the bed, one leg crossed over the other, squinting into the void, still smiling.

She hasn't thought about it for a long time, about the cameras outside the world that witnessed this scene, no matter whether the threads on her body are connected to the spools like a puppet, it's enough for her that the world is real .

At dawn, she left the door empty-handed.

Leon called her name hesitantly: "Mathil...da?"

She stopped and replied, "I'm going to the doctor."

She was smiling, her body exuded a youthful and bright light, her clear and quiet eyes did not show the slightest clue, as if the child who was holding him and crying yesterday was just a hallucination.

He looked at her without stopping.

"Goodbye, Leon," she said.

The door opened and the door closed again.

Leon stood there blankly, the room was empty, as usual, but he seemed to feel a huge void surrounding him, as if something was churning in his stomach.

He forced himself to look away from the door, he looked at his silver queen, at his only friend.

It stood sadly on the windowsill.

——Leon, I really like you.

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The doctor is smoking.

Smoking crazily, smoking desperately, it seems that he wants to numb his nerves in this way.

When Mathilda opened the door and went in, she saw the narrow space full of instruments and sundries, the place illuminated by dim natural light, the smell of smoke so thick that it almost wanted to suffocate people, and a decadent as dead Doglike people.

Without pausing, she turned around and walked back to the door, then, she chose a random place and sat down.

Doctors are her last resort.And she didn't regret that she exposed the sorrow in his heart naked, and forced him to face up to the hatred that had been buried for many years.

Just like what he said to her at that time, he once had a younger sister, a girl like her, who also had such beautiful eyes.She has been very cute since she was a child. She likes to wear skirts made by her mother and listen to him read. When he comes back from the house, she can always see her sitting on the swing waiting for him, as quiet as an angel.

He loved her so much, loved her so much, he said that even if she wanted the stars in the sky, he would take them off for her.

He thought she'd grow up, she'd go to school, she'd have a boyfriend, she'd get married, have a couple of kids, lovely girls like her...then he came home one day and saw her Lying in a pool of blood, the boy next door gouged out her eyeballs with his own hands.

She died later in a world of darkness, her enemies still at large, and her death offered no consolation or redemption.

That's why he hated Stan that much.

He found and followed him to the city.Abandoned everything.

He watched everything he did from the shadows.Year by year.

He tried as hard as he could to kill him, but he escaped.again and again.

He watched helplessly as he gained the right to do evil.But he still couldn't find a chance for successful revenge.

That hatred formed a thorn in the bottom of his heart, growing in the darkest place, rotting out a dirty and ugly stench.But he struggled desperately to get rid of death, but he could only shrink in such a narrow and gloomy place, slowly obliterating the frothy hope.

Then, Mathilda appeared before his eyes.