Chapter Title: I Am The Reincarnate Of Death Itself.
Notice..
This is a work of fiction. It should be noted that event and characters are not real so if some situation and statement feel real then it all purely coincidental .
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Doctor Jisoo moved with practiced ease, unaware she was being targeted.
Annalisa sat quietly on the edge of the bed, with her back straight, hands folded on her lap like the perfect patient. But her eyes never stopped tracking, calculating every movement. She was calm on the outside, but alert beneath the surface.
Just a little bit closer... she thought to herself, her heart steady, her mind sharper than ever.
Doctor Jisoo leaned in, fingers reaching to check her pulse.
At that exact moment, with a swift and silent move Annalisa's hand darted out. In one fluid motion, she slipped the keycard from the inside pocket of the doctor's coat and tucked it under her bedsheet before the woman could even notice.
Jisoo blinked, slightly startled by the sudden movement, but Annalisa offered a soft, innocent smile.
"Sorry," she said gently. "You startled me."
The doctor chuckled, brushing it off. "No harm done. Your pulse is steady. That's a good sign."
Annalisa gave a small nod, her expression serene while her thoughts raced. She didn't notice. Good.
After jotting a few notes onto her tablet, Doctor Jisoo turned with a polite smile and exited the room.
The door clicked shut behind her.
Annalisa didn't move right away. She counted in her head.
Ten seconds.
Twenty.
Thirty.
But there was silence with precise movements, she reached beneath the sheet and retrieved the keycard. She stared at it for a brief moment, her lips curling into a quiet, satisfied smirk.
Phase one was complete. Annalisa held perfectly still immersed in her success when she heard the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall toward her ward. Her head snapped in that direction " Damn another check-up?" she cursed inwardly but didn't waste a second, slipping the stolen keycard beneath her mattress and quickly lying back down. Her heart thudded once in her chest before she forced it into calmness.
And right on cue, the door opened.
She stretched and yawned as if just roused by the noise, blinking slowly toward the light and froze for a split second.
Only to Liam. Her coward of a brother. The last person she'd expected to see standing in her doorway. She had anticipated him to send someone, another messenger,or even another plea but not showing up himself. Yet here he was, standing tall with an unreadable expression on his face.
"Oh… what brings you here, dear brother?" Annalisa said with a mock-sweet voice, pretending to be surprised.
Liam didn't flinch. He walked toward her bedside and set a paper bag on the nearby table.
"I brought you breakfast," he said simply. "I heard what they serve here. Figured it wouldn't suit your taste."
Annalisa raised an eyebrow, a slow smirk curling at the corner of her lips. "How thoughtful," she said dryly, eyeing the bag like it might be laced with betrayal.
She leaned back slightly, eyes still locked on him.
"Playing the good brother now, are we?"
He didn't speak, no he was hesitant to speak he felt guilty and that emotions could be clearly seen in his eyes even when it disappeared the instant it appeared but Annalisa didn't miss.
She scoff loudly because it was useless for him to regret it now. There was no use for him to feel guilty after all they were all dead and him feeling guilty could not bring them back to life.
Annoyed by the silence, she stepped closer, arms crossed over her chest.
"What do you want?" she asked coldly.
"I'm sorry," he said softly.
The moment the words left his mouth, he felt a knot tighten in his throat. Tears pressed against his eyes, but he forced them back.
"I know that word can't fix what I've broken, but…" His voice faltered. The rest of his sentence dissolved into silence, swallowed by the grief that had haunted him for five years.
The day he got the news of their deaths, he was devastated, he felt the weight of it crush his chest. He blamed himself. And little by little, his health began to fail. He stopped caring about survival… until the day he learned that one of them had lived. His younger sister Annalisa was alive
That spark of hope pulled him back from the edge. It gave him a reason to keep breathing. But he knew deep down that, Annalisa would never forgive him. Not for his silence. Not for his cowardice.
"I…" he tried again. But she cut him off.
"Cut the crap," she snapped. "Just tell me what you want."
Liam swallowed hard, the sting of her words hitting deeper than he let show. He took a shaky breath, lowering his gaze for a moment before speaking.
"I need your help," he said quietly.
That made her laugh a cold, bitter sound that didn't reach her eyes.
"Help?" she echoed, venom lacing her voice. "You disappear for five years, leave us to burn, and now you crawl back asking for help?"
He didn't flinch. He had expected this.
"I don't deserve it. I know. But this isn't just about me." He met her gaze again, steadier this time. "There's something coming, something worse than before. And whether you hate me or not… I can't face it without you."
She tilted her head, expression unreadable, then stepped closer, close enough that her voice dropped to a near whisper.
"Why should I help you?" Her tone was calm, but it cut like a blade.
"Give me one reason I shouldn't watch you crawl back into the hole you ran to, and rot there."
He had no answer, because there wasn't one.
She stepped closer, her presence swallowing the space between them like a storm rolling in.
"That's right," she said, voice dropping to a hiss. "You have no reason. And I owe you nothing. I'm not your sister, Liam."
Her eyes gleamed with something colder than fury, darker than pain.
"I'm the reincarnate of death itself."
He instinctively backed away, only to feel his spine press against the wall. She moved with him, closing the gap, trapping him between her arms. Her breath was a whisper against his cheek.
"And death doesn't give life…" she leaned in, voice like venom, "…it takes it."
Then she turned her back on him and walked away, leaving him frozen in place speechless, and stunned.
Behind her, he finally choked out the question that had been clawing at him since the moment he stepped into the room.
"What… what happened to you?"
But she didn't answer.
Because deep down, they both already knew.
To Be Continued...