Before it had just been his heart that had been beating as though it wanted to break out of his chest, now his entire body was sweating, he was practically shivering and trembling as he stood before the beautiful monstrosity in front of him.
"Just… what the fuck are you?" Alan asked, his voice trembling for a mere second at the start before turning steady once more.
"What am I?... I'm just a pretty girlie." Johan said and in the very next instant she launched herself towards Alan.
Alan didn't move, and neither did he lift his hands to protect himself, he simply smiled at her.
"I thought you'd be weaker, guess I'll just have to head off, come see me sometimes in Europe honey~!" Alan said with a smile as his entire body turned into motes of light and he vanished into thin air.
Johan finally reached the position where he had been as hundreds of illusionary purple snaked launched through the air from her palm, though they hit nothing, absolutely nothing at all. Alan was gone.
She stopped, standing there for a moment before she turned her head to the ceiling and the shriek that left her mouth was utterly chilling to any human ears that would have heard it, thankfully none did, the only other human ears around were the ones of the three dead bodies bundled at the door with all the other furniture.
"You… You little fucking piece of shit, You sniveling rat, I'm going to catch you, europe? I'll come to fucking europe, you can go to the ends of the fucking earth and I'll still catch you." Johan said to herself as she turned her body towards the door and took a step forwards.
"I'll take these friends of yours, I'll reanimate them again, and I'll fucking torutre them, I'll turn them into such grotesuque fucking monsters that you'll never be able to sleep again without seeing their faces haunting you." Johan muttered to herself, her completely black eyes narrowing as she tried to think of all the worst possible ways that she could torture Alan, both in soul and body.
It was in that very moment however as she was thinking of her torture methods, of how she would catch Alan and defeat him, and break him apart, and how easily she would do it, that she felt the air pressure behind her change just slightly.
Turning her face away in slight surprise, Johan saw it. Alan was right behind her, holding a sword, and it was alread.
*Sssllchchhkk*
With the sound of flesh being sliced apart, the gleaming sharp one handed sword that Alan had used both hands on, cleaved right through the middle of Johans head, slicing her skull and brain and getting stuck in the middle of her face.
"You…" That was the last word that left her mouth as her body lost balance and titled sideways before falling down onto the ground with a wet slump, the floor instantly getting dyed red from the blood that quickly spread from the half sliced in half head.
Alan stood there, huffing and puffing, his heart feeling like it wouldn't just thrust out of his chest but would rather explode at any moment. His arms shaking violently before he finally couldn't hold back anymore as he bent over and started vomiting out all over the floor.
*Hawckkkk*
'Fuck… fuck, I just sliced someones head in half. Fuck.' Alan thought as his pupils had fully dilated, the sight of her still stuck in his head, the adrenaline of the fight had made it that he could push through until now, however now that the battle was over, it was overwhelming.
All that he could feel was the give of flesh, at how his sword had met resistance at first before cleaving straight through and then getting stuck once more.
And then it was the previous memories, the sight of the black haired woman that was now dead on the floor crawling out of a human body. The sight of those lithe hands coming out of someones throat, the sight of the entire debacle.
And then his eyes wandered to the exit of the apartment, to the door, where his three friends could still be found, their bodies already decomposing, the memory of having to cut off the hands… the memory of desecrating their bodies, of having to thrust a sword into their chests.
His mind wandered even further, back to a conversation in the cafeteria, Jeannie looking right at him as she was leaned forwards so much so that their foreheads were almost touching, a sly smile on her face.
"Hey Alan, do you think I'm pretty?" She had asked, it hadn't been special in some kind of supernatural way, it had just been a regular teenage thing, just something a girl asked a boy that she liked, and yet it had stuck with him, and now as he looked at her dead body, at those clouded over milky eyes starting back at him.
Alan felt his first tears fall, at first they were slow, and then they kept on falling more and more.
'I only met them a few days ago, they don't matter, they don't matter at all, they were bad people, bullies, druggies, they were….' Alan thought inwardly to himself, trying to frantically be as logical as he could, but humans, humans weren't logical creatures in times like this, and whilst he had changed, he had changed so much from who he had once been. Inside, the core part of him, that part, had yet to fade, he was still, completely human in mind.
"I'm sorry… I'm sorry, If only… I was faster. If only… Im sorry." He muttered, his voice choked, he couldn't say anything more.
Deep inside him, he knew that he wasn't at fault, there was no thing that he could have done that would have averted their deaths, even if he hadn't ever interacted with them, even if he had never become their friend… this would have been their fate.
'Fate…. Fate…. Damned Fate.'