In absentia lucis, Tenebrae vincunt
Very tranquil Maca awoke right as the first rays of sunshine reached the world. They would have lightened up her face, if there hadn‘t been the houses blank windows encapsulateing her from the outside.
Instead, she roused by the house. Just to be met by her dull room.
The house itself was uneasy. Everywhere the wood cracked. Little insects roamed around and doorhinges squeaked.
The Woman, without moving her body blinked. Once. Twice. To wetten her eyes. She paused. And for a time she lay on her back. Stiff, and with an intense stare fixed on the ceiling. Waiting.
There they were again. Her neck crooked to the side to pay attention to the door. Just behind it they lingered. The voices.
The monotone mumbleing of hundreds of thousands of swelling straying voices. Although, this time, it weren‘t just her own. The house, a terrible malicious thing, had allowed it‘s inhabitants to give them their voices back for a while.
Hence, they were talking all at once. Maca tried to keep them out. They only reminded her of what those man had done. Gave her grusome visuals. And that she could not bare.
The houses intentions were clear. In order to spark more anger in the woman it had let them loose. It wanted Maca to burn it all down to the ground.
And the more Maca resistet them, the louder they got. The houses own noices aswell.
They swelled up to such a loudness that at one point the bodyless voices became deafening to her.
And being right on the edge of loosing her mind. Maca jumped up screaming with an inhumane ear-splitting loud sound.
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She stopped.
Tranquillity swollowed any noise.
As if being muted, the voices had fallen silent.
So had the house.
So had she.
Clearly, it was not willing to drive her into absolute madness. It had a plan but Maca was resisting. So it let her go. Granted, her to pass on. Gave her all the time she needed.
And so she walked. And walked. And walked. All the while, not realizing that it was a sculduggery of the houses evil, that let her wander through it‘s halls without end. Lurring her back into its plan. Unbeknownst, where it would lead her.
Hours went by like that, and the woman walked on. It didn‘t matter how hard the blond would try. The house had its ways. It would always get what it desired. Even if it took until the end of the day.
That was proved right as there came a time upon them, where she stopped trying, eventually giveing in wholly.
The voices started drippleing in like water through a leaking roof. Once more, they became so much that she feared drowning in them.
She didn‘t. The voices stopped at a certain point where she felt out of breath yet still had enough air come through. She‘d be fine.
They were telling her in whispers about all the possible ways of takeing vengence. About which path she had to take. Every little detail she had to keep in mind.
All, while always considering the ethical dilema it would cause within the blond. But the house being so wicked, twisted and turned it until it was reasonable to give in to such a deadly sin again.
It consumed so much time, more than she jad anticipated. The blond had wanted to have taken revenge the moment she woke up but being lead by some unusual force...She understood. They had reason. She needed to be patient for a little while longer.
Night arose and the woman would walk. Day would come and she would walk further through the labyrinth.
The sun would rise. The sun would set. And the woman would walk. Day after day passed by like that. The woman always listening closely. Nodded every now and then as if she undestood.
And soon enough she found herself infront of the huge portal doors. Still, breathing harsh. The voices had not left her yet.
Her fingers reached for the doorknob and right away the voices that had still been evident became silent.
Relifed, she opened the door. Stepped over the threshold of the portal doors. Finally, leaving the house behind.
And the house...It let her go. Because it knew what was to happen next. It let her go in order for her not to fall victim to the world.
To let her find the air she so desperately craved. To give her room to breathe and live again.
It was certain, the house that is, that she ought find her peace within this heathenish wasteland. The bound was broken at last.
And Maca... She walked.
And walked...,
and walked.
And as she walked away like that, a shadow carefully peeled itself away from the safety of the darksome walls of the house.
Watching her every step. Filled with sorrow.
It was Zulema. She cared. She had cared so much. And yet, she let her go.
Again.
For she knew what needed to happen. As it had been her. The evil inside the walls.
The voices.
The scorpion.
The raison d'être for why Maca was set free of her bounds. And not kept inside the houses greedy claws. To transform into another lost soul.
Not all evil is bad. Zulema knew that, all to well. As a matter of fact, the bad can not exist without the good in it. By breaking Maca she had given Maca a reason to stay alive. The good and the bad forever interviened.
And Zule longed for it. She needed to help her rubia furthermore. Her her time was counted. But she had to wait for a little longer. For now sending her away had to be enough. She kept on looking after her. Getting smaller with every step.
By now the blond was running. Though, that didn‘t hinder her to watched back into the houses direction. She had felt the houses dolor burning holes into her back and as she looked. She saw. There it was again. The scorpion. Or at least that‘s what she thought it was. She was unable to tell for sure. As the distance between them had grown to big.
Maca turned her head back again. With each step coming closer to her justice. Guided, by her overseer.
Her fate was already written in stone.