Entry 31: The Time Draws Near
The red eyed Tabitha held the ceremonial crimson dagger, its edge still wet with red water. The eldritch runes on the thing’s sides began glowing a tad more brightly. Her eyes lit up, noting the increase in intensity. Just a tad longer. The time approached.
A pleased smile on her lips, she looked to the strung up Water Nymph hanging from the silver cross. She clenched the dagger anxiously, eager for the time to finally arrive. When the glow of the runes reached its apex, the time would come.
She shifted her ruby eyes away from the Water Nymph to the ongoing battle. Her brown eyed self leapt about, carving gashes into the Red Water Behemoth, giving a rather one sided fight to the beast. Sure, the creature still barred the pan wielding girl from reaching the sacrifice, but she could see how the fight was going. Like her other self, she too possessed Curiosity, and it told her that the behemoth would lose. She cared not though.
Lose or not, the behemoth served its purpose just fine. Her brown eyed self would not make it before the time came. She glanced back at dagger in her hand, the light from its arcane symbols reaching a crescendo.
The other her swung the pan down, bashing the head of the fallen behemoth. The fight reached its end, the colossal thing’s body melting away. It didn’t matter though. The time had come for the red eyed Tabitha to fulfill her purpose.
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Entry 32: The Time Is Now
Tabitha jolted as the other her plunged the ominous crimson dagger into her friend’s gut, her brown eyes widening in horror. She rushed to the water made girl’s aid as her double pulled back, the dagger still in her double’s hand. She placed the Pan of Great Smiting +1 back into the Pouch of Hammerspace to free up her hands as she reached the large silver cross. The other her just watched, not interfering, a smug smile on the other’s face. Untying the bindings, she freed the watery girl from the cross, taking her into her arms.
“Don’t worry. I got you.” Her voice cracked a bit as she spoke, Nymph looking up at her weakly. “Let’s go home.”
The fluid woman suddenly jerked out of her friend’s arms, tumbling to the ground. Her face contorted to a look of utter agony. A speck of red shown in her stomach, rippling angrily. The red swelled, her belly growing with it, a scream bursting from her lips.
“Nymph?” Tears fell from her brown eyes, her body shaking.
Nymph continued to scream, her stomach stretching horrifically, the pulsating red mass within her growing ever larger. Soon, she had swelled to the point of an overinflated water balloon, threatening to pop.
“No,” Tabitha mouthed in dismay as her friend exploded, Nymph’s remains splattering across the lake surface. The brown eyed girl dropped to her knees, reaching down and touching one of the puddles created by her friend’s death, her tears mixing into it.