[color=00aeef][center][i][h3]Beatrice[/h3][/i][/center][/color]
The colorless girl blanky stared at the wall, her mind still numb from the shock, still processing the events that had transpired and had ultimately led her here, in a hotel room in Hawai'i. She recounted the events in her memories once more, hoping that this loop would stop repeating once more, even if Beatrice knew why it wasn't happening.

It had been a betrayal, that she knew. Her parents, and even her grandmother! Had staged an intervention for her, they had dragged her out of her room into the living room, sat her down on a sofa and told her what was going on. They were worried, worried because ever since [i]that day[/i] she had slowly spiraled into a mess, she had become closed off, unnecessarily cruel towards other people and started becoming colder even to her own parents.

Thus, they decided that she needed to spend her time in a more relaxed environment where she could take her mind off the stress generated from her daily life and the events that plagued her mind every day. You are going to Hawai'i, they said. This is the first and only time we will do this, if you come back and don't change your mind then we won't do it again, they promised.  She had initially protested at this turn of events, but had calmed down because of that promise, Beatrice herself knew that she wouldn't change her mind so easily, that her life had been irrevocably changed ever since that day.

But she still agreed to it, because... maybe, just maybe, the hope that she would escape this nightmare, the wish to be free from these heavy shackles of her past was something that still remained deep within her. And so, she followed the process, going to the airport, flying to Hawai'i, arriving at the hotel and finally settling in her room. After she left her belongings carefully organized, Beatrice finally sat down in the sofa facing the television and arrived at this moment.

Intellectually, she knew that they were right, that it was abnormal for someone to change so much, and how unhealthy her own behaviour was becoming, to the point of feeling a rush of guilt flood her being after carefully analizing her past behaviour and understanding just how ungrateful she had acted against her own parents and her beloved grandma. But still, emotions don't care about all that rationale, and a small ember of hate and anger smoldered within her breast.

It was unfair, because they never would be able to understand how Beatrice felt since they hadn't gone through what she had. Because overwhelming fear used to consume her whenever she thought about the incident, but that fear had faded quickly and was instead filled with a raging wrath and hatred against the one at the center of it all. Even to this day, a small sense of nausea filled her head when reminiscing.

Regardless... maybe it was for the best that she simply turned her brain off and didn't think to deeply about anything to fully enjoy this impromptu vacation of hers. Plans formed inside her head, detailing she foods she wanted to taste, the drinks she wanted to savor and the activities she wanted to try out. But all of those flew outside of her head the moment Beatrice felt [i]something[/i] in the air shift, followed by the television turning itself on.

Apprehension filled her being, further intensified by the random gibberish and strange symbols rapidly passing through the screen, and the room's lighting system turning off, essentially leaving the television as the only source of light within her hotel room heightened that apprehension into something bordering panic, or maybe fear.

The screen quickly changed itself again, with a new black screen, some kind of grey translucent logo appeared of what looked like 12 white wings with a single blinking white rectangle to the center-left of the screen, typing down a message in an actual language this time, in a “Courier” font reminiscent of old 90s Computers.

[center]DO YOU SEEK FREEDOM? DO YOU SEEK ESCAPE? (Y/N)[/center]

Something within her surged, compelled her to grab the remote and press accept on the Y button. However, something extraordinary happened. She heard it. Beatrice heard it, footsteeps resounding in the hallway outside, a voice humming a familiar song entered her ears, and it all pieced itself in her own mind before any conscious thought could happen.

The [i]beast[/i] was here, only he could have that gait, only he had tone, even if the voice had matured since the last time they saw each other, and only he would that sing that [i]specific[/i] song with such familiarity and pitch. Beatrice was filled with nauseating feeling, but it was snuffed out and replaced with something worse, an all-encompassing feeling of hatred and rage mixed together.

A grin appeared on her face, the kind that only appeared on people that were on the edge of breaking, and she quickly threw the remote into the sofa, leapt out it, disregarding how the cushions were launched into the air, and ran towards the door, hoping to confront him once and for all, unaware of the symbols bombarding the TV screen, of how they were becoming faster and of how the edges of her vision were turning dark, mistaking it for something else, and also of something falling out of her pocket.

And as she slammed the door open, the world turned dark... and when she finally came to, she disregarded all that was happening around her, more focused on processing and reaffirming her beliefs on what happened during those briefs moments. Because she had seen his face, and the abnormal chain of events led her to believe that they would meet once again. So, she weakly giggled, the sound of someone who had broken apart.

But a single thought remained inside of Beatrice's mind. Ah, this must be destiny.