Envy (gre3n_eyed) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-09-14 16:42:00 |
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Current music: | "Shipwrecked" by Shane Alexander |
Entry tags: | envy, pride |
Who: Envy + [OPEN]
What: scaring the locals after a night out
When: Friday night/Saturday morning
Where: local bar/club
Envy was the silent killer. He watched from a distance the victims he chose. He was as observant as his brother, Greed, but he was not as quick to bounce after the victim. The girl who sat across from him kept checking her phone. It became an almost constant habit through the next hour as she sipped away her girly drinks and looked back towards the door. She was expecting someone. Someone who wasn't going to show. There was doubt creeping in that had been there for months. The wedding ring on her finger that she twirled was a reminder to herself of what she had lost.
Envy's face soured, watching her as he sipped at his own drink. She was ready to snap, but not yet. He waited until the tears in her eyes finally broke the barrier and mixed with her mascara in a streak down her face. He stepped up to the bar taking the seat beside her. Her purse was there as a holder, but not anymore. He held up his glass to the bartender for another shot. The girl protested but it was weak. He took the opportunity to strike with the most basic of questions.
"Waiting for someone?" It was one am on this lively friday night. The girl slipped the ring off her finger, now turning it in her hand and clenched her fist. "He's not coming..." she squeaked out in a soft whisper. Envy sat invading with another basic response. It wasn't how much he said that was the trigger, but the words themselves.
"You should do something about it."
If the man she thought she loved was in an affair it was her jealousy he was hanging onto. It oozed out of her. In the heat of the moment she would dig really deep for the years of being left behind. The depression, the feeling of hopelessness and she would take it into her own hands for her own sense of justice. That was the green-eyed monster. He sulked and wallowed in hate.
After her drink the woman slid out of her chair, her hands clutching the purse tightly. The look on her face was dazed but she was determined. She was determined to go find where her husband had slinked off too. There was no goodness in Envy, he chased the darkness and brought down anyone he came in contact with. The next morning that woman would find herself in an interrogation room when her husband and his other partner were robbed of their life due to a jealous woman who had felt forgotten for years. Suppressed jealousy and envy was the best because it brought out the strongest of reactions.
Envy continued to sip on his drink until it was time to walk to the streets to find someone else to stalk.