It Finally Got Easier

It Finally Got Easier

"THE HARD PART"

Syler felt his heart race inside his chest, his stomach was knotted and he felt the sweat roll down his forehead into his eyes. He wiped across his face with his sleeve as he ran not getting the chance to see the steel rod jutting out a few feet in front of him, he felt his leg connect painfully with the rod as he toppled over it and fell swiftly to the ground on his stomach. the breath was knocked out of him and he gasped roughly until he could suck in the cold night air, he breathed so deeply it caused him to cough and he sat on the ground coughing and trying to remain breathing until he could stand up.

He stood carefully and whipped his head back around to see if he had lost her, she was a good distance ahead of him but with her damaged ankle she hadn't been able to get too far. Syler turned and ran after her catching her in a matter of moments, why did it seem like catching her before had been so hard? He pressed the last question away and reached out pushing the girl forcibly into the wall behind her.She screamed but Syler silenced her by pressing his hand against her throat, he took a deep steadying breath bringing his hand up to level with the girls head. Syler could see the fear in her eyes and he hesitated, he could see clearly how frightened and panicked she was at merely the sight of his hand.

Had he really become such a monster that the movement of his extremities caused people to be thrown into panic? His hand dropped some and the girl seemed to lose some of the fear he had seen in her eyes, he dropped his hand the rest of the way and then released the girl from his grip. She fell to the ground gave him one last look then began to run as fast as she could with her injured ankle.Syler stood staring after her he could stop if he really wanted to he could stop killing, he had let her go didn't that mean he could control himself, control the urge to murder? Then again was it already too late? He had already killed so many people ruined so many lives if he stopped now there was no where for him to go, there was nothing for him to do.

How could he just go back to being Gabriel Grey the watch repairmen now after everything, it would never be enough he'd always want more. He'd always know he could have become something more, something greater than just a passing face, than just another normal person, he could be a god. Syler looked up and saw her rounding the corner, he made up his mind and ran after her the knot in his stomach was still there, the guilt he felt still lingered as well but he had no more arguments left no more reasons to stop.He turned the corner and she must have heard his footsteps because she turned around and saw him, she cried out and ran faster accidentally putting pressure on her ankle and causing her to flail to the ground. Syler was upon her in seconds he spun her onto her back and pressed his knee down on her chest so she couldn't get up.

"Please, please don't kill me!" she said in a cracked voice, and once again Syler tensed up, the pain in her voice pulling at the guilt inside him. Why couldn't it be easier why had it yet to be easier? He brought his hand up to her face and shook his head swallowing down the guilt and pushing past the knots in stomach as he pointed out his finger. With every scream she gave in agony as he sliced across her forehead was more than enough to cause him to feel sick but he kept cutting until the screaming stopped.

Syler looked down into her lifeless eyes and felt himself going numb every life he took always made him feel empty and less complete, he figured it was the piece of humanity inside him dying away.He was sure it would have gotten easier by now but it seemed to always get harder, every life was harder and harder to take. Syler looked down once more at the dead girl underneath him and was surprised to feel a smirk slide onto his face, an actual smirk not a frown or pained expression a smirk. Had it begun?

"WHEN IT GOT EASIER"

Syler snickered evilly as he looked at the little girl he had pressed against the wall in her own bedroom, his hand was firmly gripped against her throat and she gasped for air as he kept her parents hanging from the ceiling with his mind. They looked down at him then at her he could practically hear them shouting at him to let their daughter go.

He smirked and let them watch as he sliced through their daughter forehead, he could feel them tug against his restraint but they could barely move an inch against him. The little girl slumped to the ground in a heap and Syler dropped her parents from the roof, they smacked into the ground and Syler turned to them. The husband stood up and ran at Syler cursing a string of unintelligible threats at him as he went.

Syler picked up four of the pencils in a cup on the girls desk with his mind then sent them at full speed into the mans arms pinning him back against the wall as he cried out in pain. The wife screamed and ran to her husband trying to pull the pencils from his arms, Syler watched as she did, every little attempt she made to pull out the pencil caused the husband to cry in pain and Syler could feel her anguish.