The icy splash of water hit Maya's face like a storm. Her eyes flew open, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath. Disoriented, she jerked upright, only to realize she was on a rooftop under the eerie glow of the city lights. Her trembling hands pressed against the cold concrete as her senses began to return.
Her movements stilled when she felt something cold and wet under her. Confused, she glanced down, her breath catching in her throat as she saw it—dark, sticky, and crimson. Blood.
She let out a piercing shriek, scrambling back, her fingers slipping against the slick surface. Her body trembled violently, her voice breaking, "W-What is this?!"
Vivian Donovan stood a few steps away, her shadow stretching menacingly under the pale moonlight. Her sharp features were illuminated only slightly, but the glint of the pistol in her hand was unmistakable. She squatted in front of Maya, her face eerily calm, the barrel of the weapon casually pointed downward.
"You think it's your blood?" Vivian's voice was almost a whisper, dripping with mockery and menace.
Maya's wide eyes darted between the blood and Vivian. Her lips quivered, but no words came out.
Vivian tilted her head, observing Maya's terror with unnerving detachment. "No, darling, it's not your blood. It's hers. The toy you used to play with, to get your revenge. The one you discarded without a second thought when she became useless."
As the words sank in, Maya's breath quickened. Her mind raced, and suddenly, as if a curtain had been lifted, the memory came crashing down.
Her eyes darted around the rooftop, recognizing it now—the same rooftop where she had shot Laura Smith only hours ago. The realization hit her like a blow to the chest, and she instinctively tried to scoot further away. But no matter where she moved, the blood seemed to follow, a grotesque reminder of her sins.
Vivian rose slowly, following Maya's every move like a predator toying with its prey. "No, no, don't panic," she said, her tone laced with mock sympathy. She crouched again, locking eyes with Maya. "Don't even think about running. Even if you manage to get away, I'll make sure the next pool of blood on this rooftop is yours."
Maya's voice cracked, barely above a whisper. "W-What do you want?"
Vivian smiled—a chilling, weary smile. "What do I want? Why don't you ask me the right question? Why am I doing this?"
"Why?" Maya stammered, her body trembling as tears welled in her eyes. "Why are you doing this to me?"
Vivian's face darkened, the tiredness in her posture replaced by a surge of fury. In an instant, she lashed out, striking Maya across the face. The force sent Maya sprawling to the ground, blood trickling from her lips as she tried to prop herself up.
"WHY?!" Vivian roared, producing a crumpled letter from her coat pocket. She held it up, her hand shaking with rage. "What do you think this is?"
Maya looked at the letter, confusion and fear clouding her tear-streaked face.
"I said, WHAT IS THIS?" Vivian's voice rose to a fever pitch as she struck Maya again, harder this time.
"I—I don't know!" Maya cried, her voice breaking.
Vivian exhaled slowly, her voice softening to an almost motherly tone that was somehow more terrifying. "Ah, you don't know? Then let me read it to you."
With deliberate slowness, she unfolded the letter and began to read, her voice trembling with restrained emotion.
Laura Smith's Letter to Vivian:
"Vivian... I just got to know about what my brother did to you...But I cannot believe you... and I still don't want to forgive you … why? I also don't know...
But I have to accept that knowing this, has made me realize that, I shouldn't have pursued the past... I will not say sorry but I am willing to tell that ... yes I was involved in this murder case and yes we wanted to pin it on you to get even for the murder of my brother and murder of Maya's parents. But, Maya that same Maya working with Sarah Blake. Sarah thought it was John but actually it was Maya, who was doing everything under nose. John had hunch about what was going on so he tried to be with me and find everything about the murder and I also did try to use him but I pretty much failed, because he sometimes gave false news or gave none at all ... so Maya sown the seed of suspicious in Sarah and at last got rid of him by his own wife's hand. I am not guilty of what I have done to you but for what I have done to others I am guilty... I provided Maya with phosphine perfumes and she used it to carry out the murders.
I will pay for what I have done with my life…
Till next life... let's be sisters in next life..."
Vivian's voice cracked as she read the final lines. She folded the letter back, her movements robotic. Her chest rose and fell heavily, her rage and sorrow warring within her.
"Maya," she said softly, her voice eerily calms now, "you destroyed my life. You used everyone around you as pawns, including me. And for what? Revenge?"
Maya, trembling, couldn't hold back any longer. "YOU DESERVED IT!" she screamed, her voice shrill with anguish. "You KILLED my parents! You DESTROYED my life!"
Vivian's grip on her pistol faltered as she stared at Maya, her expression unreadable. "Maya," she said, her voice almost a whisper, "when did I kill your parents?"
Maya's fury boiled over. "I SAW YOU!" she screamed. "You killed my father! You killed my mother! It's because of you that I became an officer. But the straight path wasn't enough for you. I had to go off the rails to end you, piece by piece."
I SAW YOU RUN AWAY THAT NIGHT!!!
And then Maya elaborated with disgust Vivian sat down on the ground... fidgeting with the pistol
After listening to her Vivian said…
"Maya… yes I will say I might have killed your father... but no I didn't kill your mother..."
"Shut up!!! you will say it like that now !!! you cannot prove anything!!!"
"Then how do you that I killed your parents?" Vivian shouted
"I SAW YOU!!!"
"Did you saw me killing your father or did you saw me killing your mother????
I said SHUT UP!!!! Maya roared
"Maya!!!" at this Vivian shook Maya "look in my eyes Maya!!!"
"Maya !!! it was not me who killed your mother!!!"
"It was your father who killed your mother, he was hitting her badly and I had just run away from a molestation attempt, I had killed Laura's brother though mistakenly, as I was running away with torn cloths and haggard condition I saw your mother's head on the stairs and her body hidden inside the dark of the open door inside the house... only her head was visible to me and it was bleeding profusely filling the entire staircase... and then a man came over her punching her... I couldn't contain myself so I held a brick nearby and hit him all the might and threw him aside..."
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