I exist,yet I don't live.I see,yet I don't care.I breathe,yet I don't feel.Once again,I'm resetted.My whole being changes,grim thoughts fry my brain,winter chill frosts my soul.The only thing connecting me with this world,my soul,is slowly losing its substance.The heart is empty;an ashen shell with nothing inside,metaphorically speaking.
On my own,leaving darkness in my wake.
No matter how much I try to see the opposite,the world is ugly.Who's at fault?People.I begin to hate everyone,deny everything.And the sad part is that I don't even care if it goes all the way and I become a damned existance with no bond,no life.
I still haven't found a person who'll matter.And I'll probably never do.Because the human soul is corrupt,selfish and simply wrong,with emphasis on selfish.The world will never be beautiful and safe as long as a race with beautiful souls won't rule it.
I deny.I cease.
Blindingly sunny,yet cold as a day of late December.A blonde,curly head popped out from the inside of a red car,her white skin shimmering under the glaring light.Her black vinyl clad body moved swiftly,locking the vehicle and then heading towards the pub's door.Small hands smoothed over the tight outfit which hugged her curves deliciously,blue eyes pierced the crowd with a haughty stare,four inch high heels clicked on the pavement and then on the thick wooden floors inside the familiar pub.The air was thick with tobacco smoke and mindless chatter as the people sitting around enjoyed themselves.Her appearance didn't go unnoticed;all heads in the room turned,following her every move as she headed for a certain table where she sat down beside a young man with messy brown hair and vivid green eyes.He greeted her in a low,throaty voice and then went to buy her a drink,his tall frame looming over her as he got up,briefly throwing her face in a shadow.Whoever looked at her in that short moment had seen the wicked expression the darkness carved in her features.
She scanned the room leisurely,taking in every face present;some familiar,at which she smiled,some unknown.Her gaze roamed until it settled on a certain person,a girl with midnight blue eyeliner,talking lively with another one.A look of pure,unadultered hate flashed through the blonde's blue orbs as she confirmed herself who the other girl was.Brown,messy hair,imitating curls and gloriously failing,small frame clad in jeans and a T-shirt with a sassy message written over her breasts,hazel eyes rimmed with black and an air of sickly superiority surrounding her.Oh yes,she knew the bitch well.She readjusted her features briefly,adopting an expressionless face as she made eye contact with the midnight blue eyeliner girl.She knew Sasha as well,she was one of her closest friends;that was one of the reasons she asked for her help.The other being her hellish skills.She knew that if things went south,Sasha will get her out unscathed and blameless,even if she had to wipe out the entire pub.The blonde grinned internally at the thought of seeing everything burning down in flames or disintegrate under the effects of some biological weapon S would pull out if given the chance.She nodded her head once then turned her full attention to her smoldering hot date who returned from the bar,drinks in hands.She didn't have to look to know what was happening,the plan was simple:Sasha would slip a little poison in the bitch's drink,then wait for it to take effect.And soon enough,there she was,with a distressed look on her face as she rubbed her stomach.The blonde could read the words on the wench's lips as she spoke to her friends:"I think I ate something funny,I kinda feel sick.Be right back,sweetlings." and she flashed them a fake smile,while heading to the bathroom.Game on.
Sasha slipped a very small portion of the drug she used earlier in another one's drink,preparing the ground for what was about to happen.In a few minutes the victim rose from her seat and headed to the bathroom.There she will probably ask the bitch if she was ok and come back soon,for that particular poison got out of your system easily.During the next ten minutes,other two persons used the bathroom,each unknown and from different tables.Sasha calculated everything with the precision of a surgeon.She knew human behaviour and its quirks,she knew how to take advantage of any situation she was put in.And this particular one was fairly easy.Getting Eve out and without blame will be a piece of cake,considering the perfection of her plan.
Twenty minutes since the bitch went into the bathroom.Her friends seem to have forgotten about her,as they continued their loud chatter,Sasha maneuvering the discussion with ease.It was time to act.A wicked grin threatened to overwhelm her features,but she kept it at bay.Excusing herself,she left her date and stepped inside the crampled room,locking it with a soft click.Bending over,she saw the bitch preparing to step outside the toilet cabin,doing exactly what Sasha predicted.The girl knew her poisons well.The brown haired midget came into view,a look of confusion crossing her face,quickly replaced by one of reconnaissance as she saw Eve staring back at her with a sickly sweet grin plastered on her face.She tried to wave and say hello,but in the split of a second,a harsh,violent pain shot through her throat as she sputtered blood,her mouth forming a silent scream.She backed away until her calves hit the toilet seat and raised her hands to her neck,tears blurring her eyes and falling down her cheeks.Immediately after,her face felt like it had been cut open as blood vessel after blood vessel exploded,bruising her skin.She felt a spasm racking her limbs,one by one,and when she tried to move,they gave a shudder and she hit the ground on all fours,gasping for air as raw and fierce pain plagued her body.Her mind didn't even notice that Eve was standing over her,doing nothing but watch with her teeth barred and eyes glowing purple.
Oh,how she was suffering,that little bitch.And she didn't even know what hit her.A short laugh escaped the blonde's lips as she continued her torture,manipulating the blood inside the body crouched at her feet.Slowly,enjoying her pain but keeping her alive enough to satisfy her need for revenge,Eve worked her way through the blood system,making everything explode in her wake:the brachial and radial arteries,so she couldn't use her hands anymore,the femoral arteries from both her legs and taking her time with the vessels in her feet,blowing them up one by one:the tibial and fibular arteries,followed by the greater and lesser saphenous veins;she watched the bitch's silent screams of pain then decided to blow up the vessels in those hazel eyes.Blood came running down,mixing with the tears and staining her shirt.Eve considered for a few seconds if she should explode what was left unharmed at once or try to keep her alive a little more.She decided on the latter as she kept the vital sectors for the brain and heart intact,as well as keeping an eye on any massive internal bleeding.It wasn't time for that yet.The blonde ruptured the branches irrigating the liver and the kidneys,then went back to the head and took care of some capillaries and other vessels boarding the internal ear.Frankly,Eve couldn't believe that the bitch didn't pass out from the pain already.But she will soon,it was already geting boring.The aorta and carotid artery went next and,at the same time,her heart exploded in a splutter of crimson liquid cascading out her parted lips.The blonde's purple eyes stared in the girl's hazel ones,watching as life faded away from them."What a bloody mess",a surprised whisper slithered out her lips as the glowing in her eyes subsided and their icy blue colour returned.She gave one more look at the mutilated body laying before her,smiling triumphantly as her revenge got fulfilled.
Stepping out of the toilet cabin,she closed the door and righted her features,washing away the droplets of blood that splashed her face when the heart blew up.Swaying her hips,she exited the bathroom and walked towards her hottie,glancing briefly at Sasha only when she found herself seated and with a new drink in her hand.Her little sociopathic friend grinned like a cat who just put her paw on the fattest,juiciest mouse in the room when she got the confirmation that the deed was done.
During the next half an hour,Eve flirted with her green eyed boy,waiting for the last part of the plan to play out so she could leave and finally enjoy her date's gorgeous body.People came and went,the bathroom was used frequently,yet no one saw anything out of the ordinary.Yet.Chancing a glance at Sasha,she saw her take a look at her watch,a knowing smile plastered on her lips.She also noticed fewer girls at the table and felt a little surprised that they forgot completely about the bitch.Oh well,who cared?
A horrified scream filled the entire building as a chubby brunette stumbled out of the bathroom,looking positively green.All she said before passing out was "blood".The barman ushered inside,but came back in a second demanding someone to help him break the toilet door.
-There's a pool of blood coming from behind.Jesus,it's so much! His eyes were filled with terror,but he proceeded in taking down the wooden entrance.Gasps errupted from those closer to the crampled toilet;the guy who helped in breaking the door was now throwing up in the cabin next to the battered one.The barman sat in shock,his eyes taking in the horrible corpse covered in blood,ugly bruises and cuts from where the skin split open.
Eve didn't stay to watch the rest,she knew already what was going to happen next.Faking weakness,she leaned on her date's hard body and pleaded to be taken away from the atrocity.With a grin shielded by her hair,the blonde walked away,feelling satisfied with the outcome of her revenge,a newly found bloodlust forming inside her darkened soul.
"Shame,such a shame I think I kind of lost myself again Day,yesterday Really should be leaving but I stay."
Waking up,a new day,it's gray outside and I feel the same.Empty.Like a marionette,moving,breathing,watching,dreaming,living with no purpose whatsoever.Headphones are on my pillow;I fell asleep with music again.Can't really figure out if they're mine or yours.The lingering agony of an eerie dream covers my skin;it must have been your music.I like your music,it makes me feel.There's fog outside and ashen clouds clog the sky,a warning of rain.My vision is swirling with images of you and Death. "Say,say my name I need a little love to ease the pain."
If you say my name now,I won't hear it.The blood pumping in my ears makes it impossible to distinguish words.Just a little mad,nothing to worry about.I just need to let it take over,only for a little while.I close my eyes and lean back in the chair.Music in my ears,making out only the tune,there are too many thoughts plaguing my brain,too much blood running through my veins.It's chilly outside but it feels real.Sometimes I need to feel reality,to keep from crossing all the way.It will probably start to rain,yet I don't move.Water is good,it gets you back to your senses.If there was pain,maybe it was better.But it's only numbness.What do you think,if I ask for a little love,will I feel it? "'Cause it feels like I've been I've been here before You are not my saviour But I still don't go."
After all,you can't save me neither.Because I wasn't made to be saved,I was made to feel.To feel and drown,to save and die.Yet,I'm chained to you.I can't leave,or so I say.These strings attached to me are so thin,they can be cut so easily.Will you mind releasing me?You don't do it.And I don't go. "Fade,made to fade Passion's overrated anyway."
Can't feel the love.I hear again.I open my eyes and see that the ashen clouds unleashed themselves,pouring over my slumped body,drenching me to the bone,the water seeping inside my core.Strangely,I breathe again with ease.The shadow of insanity fades away and I'm seeing you again.I look at the headphones in my hands;I think I broke your music,sorry.
There's no such thing as love for me but there is a feeling you will never understand.Because it was made for me,so I can look at you and link your soul with my dissolving one.
Yes,they do.At least,some of them.If you don't know me and I don't know you and you have no business with what I do on the internet,why the fuck do you mess with me?Stay put and stop judging around and throwing insults just because you're grumpy.You can,now,go fuck yourself.
My suffering will not be in vain.I will take revenge...Oh yes,you would pay dearly for this.You don't deserve to live,you are not my family,you are no one!I wil make you pay dearly for all that you've done.All these years,you made her suffer and you don't even fucking care.I don't care what happens to me or that you will hate me,but she will not remain like this.You just sentenced yourself to death tonight.You have no fucking idea of what you've raised;and don't you dare blame her because YOU are the shaper of all that's dark and nasty inside my heart.And guess what?Tonight you enhanced it to a hate and madness like never before.You will taste it,you will feel it...the insanity you have created out of your own child.
Wrong move.You shouldn't have remained.You have no right to destroy my life further.What will I do now?Change is about to come and I don't want to welcome it.Because change is not always good.How much longer can I hold back?You have done once again something unforgivable and you will pay the price.
After all,even the dead should have a day of mischief once a year.
-Welcome,said the Pumpkin Head,to the Witch Hunt!His hand pointed to a small door above wich the words "Witch Hunt" were written in beautiful,golden letters.Actually,everything seemed to have a soft sunglow that particular evening.The stars seemed to shine brighter,the full moon flickered,the trees murmurred something incomprehensible,the buildings were engulfed by an aura of mysticism.It was a beautiful sight for a night supposed to be terrifying.She smiled to herself "What a nice Halloween."
Now,she was headed to a warm cup of lemon and ginger tea at the new teashop,the Witch Hunt.Heard it was open only on the 31 of October.Peculiar,but who cares?Tea is always welcomed;the way in which other conduct their businesses doesn't concern her one bit.
The wooden door creaked when she opened it;a bell chimed above her;a mix of tea and old books gave the place an intoxicating fragrance.What happened next,she couldn't really tell.There was a woosh sound and a sharp pain in her neck and then blackness.
The Pumpkin Head watched with its perpetual amused expresssion as the girl's head dropped on the wooden floor,blood splashing from the severed neck.The black scythe hanged just above the entrance magically returned to its former position,waiting for new customers.The floor was already absorbing the crimson splashes.He watched as a small,translucent ball raised from the corpse and attached itself to the north wall.He had to admit,it was a beautiful sight,his collection of human souls.Those little,trembling puffs of light,whispering ceaselessly the language of the dead.You see,he loved to collect them.Why?Because he could,of course.And because he loved hunting;humans were such easy preys.
A tremor in the astral plane announced him that a new victim aproached the golden darkness of the Witch Hunt.His eyes sparkled.
Of all the things I've written over the past weeks,I'll say only this.There's no light,no love,no end inside.You destroyed my heart of gold,but it's my fault for trusting you were different.
I should mention it again:true friendship is nearly impossible to find.
In my sleep.
Underwater,blinded by darkness and light,guided by your warmth,I follow you.Bubbles caressing my skin,where are they from?Who breaths here,in my secluded place,my sanctuary?The past,the forgotten memories take the shape of fish.I know it's them;I feel their cold touch on my arms,my face,my neck.Air trying to infiltrate my brain,to make me remember.But it's no use.What has been forgotten,will stay forgotten.Twisting and spinning in the water,feeling the safety of it,the unnatural high that comes from the lack of oxygen.I can almost touch you now,so close.I awaken. In my mind.
A storm is coming.Birds are rushing in the sky,shots of blinding light flash the horizon,no sound is heard.I see feathers falling from the clouds;white and small.Only a few,but it's still strange.Who sheds them?Are the seaguls plucked by the fierce lightning?Or maybe angels do exist and now they make their presence known.Droplets of water begin to fall and land on my skin.Another cold touch that triggers darkness and fragments of a lost memory.Once again,I'm blind so I let myself led by warmth.Will it take me to you?A deserted road,blackened skies striken with dazzling lights,white feathers floating down from somewhere above this world,rain filling the cracks in my path,a girl wandering apparently without destination.But I know you're there.My senses never failed me,this is your warmth.I feel alive. Nowhere.
I follow you among the stars,walking on water and clouds,on figments of our minds.Because all that's real is you,the rest is just illusion and frost.I follow you in hope of warming my cold self,I want to melt,my soul will soon be beyond salvation.The colours of my worlds are taking up my vision once again and I lose sight of you.Where did you go?I am lost.
At times like this I am the most sensitive.Don't get me wrong,I'm not talking about emotional or tissue sensitive.It means that my brain is the most perceptive now.I know everything,yet nothing.I am a myriad of things,yet not a single one.I am inspired even by the mere breath of a living being and everything I know and begin to know gets mixed up.My senses are hired up,I feel exaltation and nothingness at the same time,the words in my head are a blurr and I succeed nothing.Even though knowledge is there,at my fingertips,I don't put to work a single muscle to achieve it.Why?Because,like I said,everything is amped up and,in the end,it mindfucks me until I snap out of it.This duality is killing me.I understand nothing and trying to sort out the words swarming inside hurts.A numb pain,the worst kind.I don't know what to think,who to be,how to live."Be yourself" it's bullshit.Say that to the boring peeps out there because in my case,it doesn't work.I don't have a self,I have so many that I,too,am confused.Who am I?Who should I choose to be?How can I answer that question with a satisfying reply when I want to be everything.I won't settle just for one self,my mind can't comprehend something so dull.So I end up being nothing.Nobody.Just a breathing shell with a soul attached to it,patched up from so many things that it became an abomination.Fractured selfs sewn together throughout my life.My heartstrings chime,my ribcage vibrates.I want to resonate with somebody.
First time,they met in a dream.
The Dreamworld.A whimsical map that has no true north.A land with its own rules and laws,treacherous terrains and dangerous inhabitants.Imaginaerum.
She appeared like a phantasm,a white silhouette glowing faintly.But at a closer look,you could see that it was simply a pale girl dressed in a paler attire,illuminated by the shower of stars falling from the sky.Strange world it was there.All purples and blues and pinks.The sun was setting,an obvious detail pointed by the pinkish horizon and the fluffy purple clouds swarming on the dark blue sky.The surreal light was seeping through the evergreens and bathing an old bridge with green weeds crawling up its bricks.In the air,a thick,sugary fragrance lingered;it resembled cotton candy,but how strange for a forest to smell like that.A gust of wind ruffled the leaves of a nearby bush and the sweetness in the air mixed with something slightly bitter,maybe wormwood?The girl moved and the shuffle of her dress startled him.She was pacing slowly,barefoot and looking at the sky,then at him,then at the sky again;whispering something only she could hear,then crouching on the grass and picking up a wild flower so small,he could barely see it.He wasn't surprised when she offered him the fragile plant,a periwinkle;somehow,he expected that to happen.She had viridian eyes that darkened in the pink light and turned shimmering green while watching the shooting stars.She told him stories about talking trees and clear skies that reflected another world,about celestial beings that kidnapped stars from our universe to make theirs bright,about otherwordly music and everything odd.And he sat there,in the grass,listening for hours,with eyes wide open following her every gesture,his mind unchained and recreating everything he heard.
Lying on her back and looking up in the inky sky with sparkling eyes,her silvery hair splayed around her head like a halo and white skin giving off a dim glow,she resembled one of the fabulous creatures she spoke about,otherwordly and mesmerizing.Reaching out a tiny hand,she caught a drop of cloudless rain in her palm and allowed it to slide down her arm until it vanished,leaving only a trail of water behind from which thin,rainbow coloured strings jutted out and covered her skin.And they glowed and glowed and glowed until he was blinded by the light and closed his eyes.Like that,he was in his room,the dawning sun shining through the window and hitting the kaleidoscope forgotten on his desk.
If it's hunting season,then let us enjoy some madness.
The road we lay on has cracks and it's hot.Pulling the trigger,I fire the first bullet and the first corpse colapses to the ground in a fit of spasms.Moving once,twice and done.Dead.From my sides more bullets slash the air and hit their targets with clear precision.The remaining victims are too shocked to move but it's not like they're going to die too.At least not yet.The hunt has just begun.
The first one to dash through the abandoned buildings is a kid;no more than ten,but smart enough to think about escaping.We let them a 50 m start before we chase them.In the dusk light,the blood on the pavement looks even more red and it's somehow fascinating;it awakens bloodlust and insanity in our bodies.In a couple of hours the sun will fully set and the hunt will be over,the ones who escaped free to leave,but we'll make sure there will be no survivors.That's the point of this bloodbath after all.
The rush of adrenaline and endorphins blur the world until I find
perfect clarity. Everything becomes so simple. Finally I can just let
go and exist. I can release the chains I keep locked so tightly
around that darker nature. I don't need to think any more. Instinct
and logic come together flawlessly. Regulated bloodlust driving flawless
precision.
We take different paths in our search of prey.Some are luckier than others and kill more,others have to settle for just a few,but in the end,the outcome is always the same.Death unleashed.
"Run faster,run faster,run faster.." The bruenette ran as though her life depended on it, because at this
particular moment in time, it did. She couldn't afford to be caught, not
now, not ever.She chanced a look over her shoulder as her feet propelled her forward.
At least ten of them, all following closely, shooting bullets at her.
It was a miracle she hadn't been hit yet, saved by the thick brush and
the speed of her own exhausted legs.But really, there was no chance. With every stride, it was becoming clearer.She couldn't make it out alive of this,not with so many of them.Yet,she didn't stop.Surging her body forward and snaking around trees with everything she
had,she headed into the forest. The ground seemed to quake with the fast and thunderous footsteps
of the other victims and the sound of it rumbled all around her. Patches of
mud and hidden bumps rocked her balance, but she tried to keep her
focus amongst the adrenaline storm.The shock of seeing someone have their brains blowed up infront of her worn out the moment she copied the kids' actions and ran away.It's amazing how fast a person can react,how easy they can change moods and fight for survival.
From her right,she heard two shots and sreaming.Her chest constricted with panic as realization hit her:she could be next,dying like an animal by the gun of a mad hunter,her life stolen away for nothing.Her muscles were shaking as she ran.,her long hair had come loose and was streaming behind her.A thread got caught in a branch and it teared away from her scalp,leaving behind only a sharp pain dulled imediately by adrenaline.
A certain woman caught my eye;she was running like crazy,probably hoping that she could lose us.No such luck,sugar.Oh,and now I know exactly what I'll do with her corpse.I fling my riffle to the left and shoot him in the chest;I cast a quick glance at my work and notice he is around 70.And I told them to stop bringing elders,they're no use and die so fast.The bruenette is nowhere in my sight but I can smell her blood close by.How funny,one of the preys runs right into me.The mortified look displayed on his face and his frozen body makes the killing so easy.I pin my Glock's mouth to his forehead,pull the trigger and bam!Sticky pieces of flesh and a spray of blood hit a nearby tree.
"Oh shit" Her stomach turned upside down when her foot made contact with a decomposing body.Who knows how long it's been there.Her lungs were screaming for air,her feet ached and salty tears blurred her vision.At that rate,she could very well run straight into a tree and knock herself out without even noticing.A car?Was that really a car?Allowing a sliver of hope to sneak into her mind,she changed directions and headed to the vehicle abandoned at the edge of the forest.A few metres and she could actually have a chance of survival,maybe save some others too-bang!The force of the bullet severed her head and sent it flying to the ground.
I didn't intend to behead her;now she's no use.A corpse which isn't whole won't move again.And there goes my plan of drenching her corpse in honey then send it in the bears' lair.This forest has everything we need for our hunting sessions;after all,it was designed by the mastermind who created this epic game.Well,it's about time the bullets dissolved completely and freed the toxin.How far can you push a dead person?What are its limits?All the other times the hunt took place,the outcome was the same even though we used variations of the toxin:some exploded,others wandered around aimlessly,a few teared at eachother until all that was left were pieces of spasming undead flesh.Will this time be different?
I wonder who got the kid.Nope,not wondering anymore,looks like it's mine.He's crouching in a narrow ditch with his back turned to me.Maybe I should make my presence known so he cand see Death with his own eyes.Or maybe not.Treading lightly across the fallen leaves and dirt,I slowly point my riffle at his head and shoot.Ten minutes later,I see the first movement.His right hand starts to break the fingers of his left one,then he gets up and fixes his blank eyes on me.Reaching the mutilated hand ahead,he jumps in my face.I step behind swiftly,but relaxed,all the while shooting him with the Glock.The bullets pierce his flesh,but don't stop him at all.What an interesting outcome,finally some progress.Now the real fun can begin.Unsheating a 5 inch long butcher knife,I dash forward and slice his head off.As expected,the attack didn't faze the kid at all.
Now this is what I call a good bloodbath.Severed limbs everywhere,half a ribcage stuck in a shrub,unidentifiable pieces of meat scattered around the forest floor and,of course,crimson liquid everywhere,including my designer suit.I really liked this one and it costed a fortune.Now who's gonna pay for it?
It hurts.This is why I don't like getting atached to people,because it makes me feel something close to love.And I'm no good with love;I prefer to be numb.This abyssal gap in my chest is swallowing up my mind,not a pleasant feeling,but one of helplessness.I want to die;this way I won't burden anyone anymore with my existance.
I think that if I try hard enough,I can forget this feelings too.Go back to a cold-hearted and numb creature.Yet,just the mere thought feels like a betrayal;it's like my mind doesn't want that,but what can I do?If I give in,I will lose myself and in the end I will get hurt more.Because when they leave,they take a piece of your soul.And for someone who links her soul to every being she loves,that's a cruel fate.Conclusion: maybe I should start the plan of killing those growing feelings.
Call it insane,yeah call me insane,I like to sneak out from reality and land in another reality because your reality is so boring it makes my skin crawl.Got myself some sugar rush and I'm off to a spinning world,oh it's so silent and colorful,I see rainbows sprouting out a horse's butthole.My thoughts feel claustrophobic,so many in such a small place,so I simply cut open my skull to give them some space but I can't find my knife.Oh,nails!My red nails will do the job and get even more red.Bloody red!You distract me,I forgot what I wanted to do,let's just talk but wait,there is silence again,those bricks over there catch my attention and oh how interesting it would be to see them smash that man's skull and paint their surface with human fluids,then grow legs -tiny legs- and run away from the crime scene.No one would suspect some bricks,wouldn't they?Jiggle,jiggle,jiggle,that woman's breasts look like jelly;I bet she would be a juicy snack for a shark.I think I glimpsed one in the stream outside the village so be careful around there.If you fall,you will get eaten.They're staring again,I despise it when people are staring like starstruck fools without reason,judging,wasting air.But I love it when you stare,even though sometimes I think about gouging out your eyes just because I love them;they have an amazing colour,really amazing.The willow from that night is cursed,you know?It lives off people's hearts so you should check to see if you still have it;I'm safe cause I never had one.God,I despise walking around unknown people.How do I feel?What do I say?In the end it all goes away.
Her red dress shuffled as she sped past the overgrown grass to the small deserted cabin perched on the hill rising before her.The aproaching dusk bathed her surroundings in an orange-golden light,giving it an eerie,yet mesmerising aura.October in that corner of the world was fall at its finest:trees dressed in ruby,amber and pumpking;the air redolent with the scent of leaves, humid earth and wildflowers;a certain quietness settled over the land disturbed only by restless bugs or birds every once in a while.The beauty of it all seemed surreal to the blonde dressed in the crimson robe and the black lacey mask covering her eyes,yet she knew the place since long ago.
Why was she heading to the wooden shack hoisted proudly on the hill,merely a couple of meters from a dark and deep hollow,braving the more powerful winds and storms wich occured every now and then?What awaited her there for she was in such a haste?Questions not even her had answers for.She just had to go.
How do you know when you're dreaming?How do you discern reality from the illusion induced by the subconscious's strolls across a whimsical map build from fragments of memories?What if it feels so real that the thought of actually being in a dream doesn't even crosses your mind?She found out,maybe a little too late but she still grasped that piece of knowledge.There would always be something that doesn't fit.Something so uncanny that it makes you question what exactly is going on.And if that quaint detail that catches your eye is something that endangers you,maybe you should try waking up.Maybe your subconscious is trying to warn you that something isn't quite right.
The old wooden door creaked when she pulled it open,making a screaching noise that seemed to pierce the silence and echo on the arms of the wind.She cringed and stepped inside.There wasn't much to see,just what you would expect from an abandoned hut:spider webs,dust,old and dirty pieces of furniture,some broken glass.But as she scanned the room with her shadowed gaze,she found that unsual detail that gives away the nature of the current world:dream or reality.With curiosity lacing her moves,she aproached the silver mirror which shifted just before her eyes.The clear surface of glass moved restlessly like water stirred by the wind,with ocasional darker shades forming in the corner then disappearing before you could actually acknowledge them.The blonde stuck a finger through the front of the mirror and,strangely,wasn't fazed when it went right through the peculiar glass.As expected,she plunged forward,without having a second thought or reason to do so.She simply moved her body forward,like it was her purpose in life to do so.And she fell.To her death.Alice did the same in the book;she fell through the looking glass and landed in a distorted Wonderland.The only difference is that she didn't die,while the girl in the red dress dived into the darkness of the hollow resting just behind the wooden house.Who knows when she hit the rocks at the bottom or if there was solid grown there at all.
They say if you die in a dream,your heart stops in real life.
Chained to your soul by an invisible,intangible thread.
The bounds are getting tighter with each day that passes and I feel like I can't breath.It seems that I'm underwater,drowning slowly,falling deeper and deeper,helplessly floating into the abyss.My chest feels tight and something warm and restless resides there,imploding each time my thoughts reach you.There's a certain silence here,pressing on my ears,making me ligh-headed.Bubbles swarming around my form as I sink lower,a faint light above the water sipping in the darkness and illuminating slightly my surroundings;an infinite,quiet ocean.I realise what pulls me deeper,dragging my soul into the depths of this cage;the thoughts of you that crowd my mind.
If you reach your hand towards me I won't take it.If I let myself go deeper,the thread that connects us will snap and I'll be free.Or maybe that's what I hope it will happen while my mind goes numb from the lack of air.
Watching outside the window,I see the rain pouring like a gray waterfall,cars rushing through the muddy streets,one or two silhouetes passing in a hurry,dull umbrellas in hands.There is a certain sadness in the air,or maybe it's melancholy?The door bells jingles and a customer slides in the coffee shop;he makes his way to the counter and orders something warm probably,then chooses a table in a dimly lit corner,under the old,lily shaped lamp.I wonder what his purpose is for being outside the house on such an ugly day.But then again,I'm here too and I don't have a particular reason for this. It just that, all of a sudden, I felt unbearably lonely in my empty apartment. The coffee cup in my hands and the blues pouring out of the speakers sooth my soul.
I only want to know what true sorrow is. That's what the song says. Outside the rain is still falling; it doesn't seem like it will stop soon.On my way here, I almost stepped on a rose.It was red and sitting in a puddle of dirty water on the sidewalk; at that moment I thought "What a pity", now I wonder who dropped it. Or maybe it was thrown away. Was it for a lover who didn't return the feelings? Was it for a dead person? Was it for a mother? Was it for a celebration? What is the purpose of that rose's existence? What happenned with the person who owned it?
I only want to know what true happiness is. That's what the song says. I let my gaze fall back on the customer under the lilly shaped lamp. The faint, golden light creates a halo around his slumped form; he keeps his hands around a steaming cup and his eyes hold a blank look. I wonder why he seems so sad. Life is cruel and full of hardships but it has its fair share of happiness too; I suppose the weather outside and the melancholic blues don't improve one's foul mood, so why come here if you're upset? I never understood that thing about humans, increasing the amount of sorrow in your heart. Why let it consume you when you can fight it? Something startles him; he pulls out a phone from his pocket and the blue light of the screen illumminates his face. He seems to be reading a message and it looks like it holds good news because his features relax and in his eyes a certain light dances; a faint smile spreads across his lips. He throws some money on the table, takes his still dripping umbrella and rushes outside the coffee shop with joyful moves. I watch him until he dissappears in the rain. Isn't it amazing how easy one can switch moods? From drowning in a pool of sorrow to sprinting happily in the rain because of one simple message. Heh.
I sip the remains of my coffee, pay the bill and get out in the rain; the music fades away as I close the door. Making my way back to the apartment, I once again encounter the abandonned rose. I stare at it for a few seconds then bend over and pick it up. It's wet, but still beautiful. I smile to myself; moods really can be improved even with small things such as this flower. Suddenly, this rainy day doesn't seem so ugly anymore.
Underwater it's warm.Underwater it's soothing.Underwater she feels safe.There is a certain peace she gets.Surrounded by bright lights relentlessly dancing,rainbow hued bubbles and salty solitude,she is...happy?No,not happy,but at peace.She doesn't feel lonely there,nor does she feel hurt.It is not a solution,but an escape;a sanctuary if you want to call it like that.The cruel wind of reality doesn't blow,the acid rain of the world doesn't pour,the nothingness of the people's souls doesn't reach,your absence doesn't hurt.In the green and blue and grey colored sea,she can breathe.This may be the perfect world,so you're wondering why she doesn't stay there.
Look up,my dear,there it is again.The enigmatic,shining moon with its sad light,drawing her out,tempting her without even knowing.She reaches a hand toward the surface and even though she doesn't mean it,she's out again,in the burning hell called Reality.Oh how she hates the moon in such moments...But then again,that pale brightness holds great power over her and she's back again to reaching out more even though she knows the outcome of her actions.
They say actions speak louder than words do.But what if actions would bring your doom?Would you still proceed in doing them even though you know what awaits you?Happiness is a dangerous emotion.
She submerges back underwater.Where it's warm...safe...quiet.
Raw emotion and lust crawling up their skins.The hotness of the night only amplified the tension in the air and the room felt all too small for them.Pieces of clothing scattered around the floor,on the nightstand,covering the red Amaryllis on the verge of blooming.What a mess.
The smell of alcohol was strong;probably vodka or tequilla.A muffled scream,a slap,two hoarse voices emerging from the darkness,a hand reaching out to turn on the lamp on the nightstand,a dim,yellow light slightly iluminating the room.
"Tie me up and you're a dead man."
*chuckles*"Really now.I am very afraid.See how I tremble?"
"Put the fucking rope down,goddamn it.I'm not joking."
"You know you like it."The smug look he showed her sent her mind in a rage.So when he tried to get a hold of her hands,she raised her head from the pillow and sinked her teeth into the flesh of his biceps.Hard.
"Shit.That hurts like hell." He almost jumped.
"Liar."Now it was her time to grin slyly.
What followed next was a mess of hands,moans,legs,scratching and biting,the smell of blood persistent in the air.
"Don't think you are in control babe.I'll let you play some more but it's my turn now.You're not nearly as red and damaged like me and I don't quite like it."
From above him,she eyed him darkly.It wasn't as if she wasn't aware he was tougher than her but stubborness made everything more intense.She grabbed his chin and traced a long,red nail (not only from the polish) along his lips,his jaw,the side of his temple and then,in a swift movement,scratched him on the cheek.He looked at her as if he was mad but she saw the spark in his eyes,the one that promised something better.
"Acting like a cat now?"
"Mrrr."
"Just so you know,I like my kittens tamed.And you*he pushed up his body,making her back away* are a very bad little beast.Not good,not good at all."
It was like a game of chase,the way they moved around each other on different sides of the bed.The hunter and its prey,only in this specific situation you couldn't tell who was who.
That night was about flesh and nothing more.The taste of lust is sweet but the outcome painful if you mix together the wrong spices.Both predators;a dangerous night indeed.
" Paper airplanes
Open window
Here today
And gone tomorrow."
Grinning like an idiot,with nothing that makes sense in my mind,I walk around the town,headphones in my ears,lightly bobbing my head to the music.It's a sunny day,just after a big storm;it rained all night,I know this because I stayed up untill morning reading a book that was neither good nor bad.I may be a little high from the lack of sleep,but who cares?It's a beautiful day to waste roaming around without a certain destination. "I like crossing the line
And slowly losing my mind
Are you ok 'cuz I feel fine
Maybe it's me I'm just crazy
Maybe I like that I'm not alright."
Madness is a key-word in my life.Without it,I would be like all those average persons I dislike.Not hate,I don't feel such a strong emotion for anyone.Excitement and indiference,this two rule my life.I can't say I like it,but it's my way of living and I don't know how to change it.Also,everything that doesn't make sense appeal to me.Oh,I'm grinning like an idiot again.More like a psychotic idiot someone would say.But it's fun being like this;I never get bored and life is enjoyable.Do you get bored easily?Sometimes I like poking my friends until their patience pops.Not poking as in sticking your finger in their back every 2 seconds,but as in pushing their buttons and being annoying just to see how they react.I'm a curious person,hehe.Oh and I also like to act all silly with them to make them smile.I know I can be unbearable at times,but if they smile and they're happy,then that's fine.I care for everyone and no one.It may not make sense to you,but I know very well what I'm talking about.More grinning. "All messed up
And slightly twisted
Am I sick or am I gifted?"
Nothing more to say,I think.Life is life,with ups and downs like everyone else's but quite different because I have my madness to keep me company and help live it.Grinning,grinning,grinning like a Cheshire Cat.
You see,there's no point in trying to be normal,trying to be what they want.Why live that boring and soulless life?You need to see the true beauty of life,its true nature,its true meaning.Why don't you push the cage's door?You know it's open,no one locked it and no one will ever do that.Step out in the light.Let me tell you what I saw when I did that:warm light filtered through the stained glass windows of an abbey,warm darkness slightly engulfing me and the stone angels around,blending with the light to give everything an almost unperceivable halo;and then there was a door,another one.It looked old but it gave off a soothing vibe.Like it was beckoning me to open it and step beyond it's frame.And that's what I did.Do you know what I saw?A river and nothing alse but a mixture of greys surrounding it from everywhere.I couldn't see its bottom but the dark blue water was whirling wildly,showing from time to time glimpses of something shiny.When I looked behind me,the door was gone and instead of it there was a floating hourglass who turned each time the sand reached its bottom.And a thought occurred to me out of the nowhere.If I stopped the sand from falling,will the time stop?And I did just that.I put my fingers around its small frame and noticed it was warm;when I moved it horrizontally it only cooled off';nothing else happened.Or so I thought.
I let myself fall in the water behind me.Drown,drown,deeper and deeper.I found out it wasn't so bad;floating in the blue darkness,in soothing silence and warm sensations,I closed my eyes.When I opened them again,I was here,living the same life as you but quite differently.Inside me,I was still drowning in the river and time was dead;I was free to live how I wanted,I was no longer chained by their expectations.You know why?Because my conscience fell asleep;it was still there,but now I could see things more clearly.
So I tell you this:push open that door,find your sanctuary,kill the time and dive.That's where you'll find me,floating in dark blue,warm waters where the conscience sleeps and life is real,unbound.
I want to write everyone's love story so they can be happy and smile forever.
I want to give everyone a star to light up their lives and never be lonely again.
I want to absorb everyone's pain so they can live peacefully forever.
I want to scatter the dark clouds on the night sky so everyone can see the moon's beauty.
I want to break the glass wall that separates us all.
I want to make the birds sing so everyone can feel the pure joy of their chirps.
I want to make everyone laugh and fill this sad planet with cries of happiness.
I want to warm even the coldest places so everyone can sleep calmly.
I want to catch all the nightmares so everyone will have sweet dreams.
I want to make people meet eachother so they can find their righteous friends.
I want to erase the existance of sadness in this world but then the balance would fall off.
I want to offer everyone a flower everyday to color their days.
I want to gently touch your faces and warm your souls.
I want to open your eyes to the beauty of the present moment,the only thing that's certain.
I want to take your hand and guide you to the light.
I want my embrace to become your shelter.
You and I,we'll never be together.But that's fine.
Ever since I was a kid,I never wanted to show my weakness to anyone.I was stubborn and easily agitated and those traits weren't erased by the time;they were actually amplified.
You will find me in the depths of the ocean,in the hollow of a tree,in the falling snow,in the pouring rain,in the salt of your tears,in the wild flowers we used to pick for our mothers,in old books,in the blackness of the night,in the passing wind,in the eyes of a wolf,in the falling stars,in the sound of laughter,in the ink I used to write emotions with,in the sand from the playgound of our childhood,in the scent of summer rain,in the sadness of a death,in the bench from our old highschool where you carved our names,in the sharpness of a knife,in the autumn leaves falling on you,in the carress of a lover,in the music that you love,in twillight,in the dawn,in the voices you hear everyday,in the moonlight,in the white sheets where you used to cry,in the screams of agony from the battlefield,in her eyes,in his smile,in imminent death,in the lies I wrote on that diary,in the fake love I used to show,in my ash,in your flesh,in your blood,in your mind.
You will find me in your last breath.
This has to be rewritten someday,I know what I have to do but I'm too lazy now-__-".
"When you look in my eyes
You get what you see
Understand if you can
That I am who I am.
Think twice before you try to read me
Before you try to lead me into your trap
You've got no right to play with my emotion
'Cause you should know that I'm much deeper than that
There is no way
I can love you with half of my heart
It would tear me apart."
Urasc oamenii care se folosesc de mine.Am avut incredere,am crezut intr-o prietenie care se pare ca a fost doar one-sided si am fost dezamagita.Din nou.De ce sa-mi pese de cineva caruia nu-i pasa de mine?Nu imi deschid inima chiar oricui,dar cand o fac sunt trantita la pamant,strivita de ostilitate,ranita de persoana care imi era cea mai apropiata.Am uitat toate supararile de fiecare data,am iertat,am tolerat,am tinut in mine,mi-a pasat.I was a fool and I got hurt.
I thought you understood me,I thought that you cared.But it looks like I've been wrong.Those that don't know how to appreciate friendship,don't deserve it.
The wind wiped at my face,harsh and salty.Looking ahead at the vast grey sea and past it,at the horizon,I could see the tempest aproaching.Clouds are smashing and arching and interlacing with eachother;shades of white,gray and black explode wildly.It reminds of despair.
The sky will be crying soon.Crying with such sorrow and such force that I will die.It cries for the fallen angels in Heaven and it cries for us.Because it knows that for us,it is time to say goodbye.But do you know what I heard?They say soulmates never die.
I feel the ground rumble;nature is mourning us,love.
Hush,don't weep.You will be fine.Promise me you'll live for me too;eternity awaits you.
I always loved the sky;do you remember why?Because it's infinite and free.Just like our love.My escape,my home,my grave.
A gust of wind blew the air from my lungs and I gasped at the force that hit me.Soon,the end.
Above me,the sky shines with reds and oranges as They fight and die.Exploding,fading in chaos,crying in pain,angels are falling.The sea seems upset too;a tide crashed at the bottom of the hill.
It's ok,love.The ache will ease in time.Don't forget:I will still be around.Forever.
The pitter-patter of the rain brought back my attention to what was consuming above me.Mixed with the colourless water droplets was blood.Silvery in color and so volatile that before it even touched the ground,it evaporated leaving nothing but a faint,glittery trail.Angel blood.
Looks like my time has come.Goodbye,love.We'll meet again.
Forever,forever,with you...
That fucking bastard.
Another night like the others.Nothing special.Only that for a certain someone,this was the night when life would begin for her.So when that little fucker that called himself a friend started talking shit about her gaming skills,she knew who would have the privillege to help her in gaining her life.
Row after row of skeletal trees that stretch to the sky,fog laden roads illuminated in black and white,an eerie wind breezing past soulless beetles laying on the ground.It was a sight slightly creepy for the more simple people,but for her,it was just perfect.She plastered a devious grin on her face and dragged her now tipsy "friend"over to the stone table used for outings by the humans coming in the park.Above them,the out of shape moon gleamed faintly,casting a silver glow on her hair."What a fool",she thought.
He didn't notice anything strange.Well,he hardly ever did."Aah,what a night to get laid",he mumbled serenily to himself,smiling like a retarded kid.
She wondered what he was thinking.What was going around that small brain of him when she asked him to come with her in the park to show him something good?She bet she knew the answer to her question already.Her grin only increased.
"Girls are all whores",he chuckeled to himself as he let himself lead to a stone table.He recognised that one as the place where he often drank beer with his friends.When she made him sit on it,he thought that maybe she'll give him a lap dance.Heh,nothing he haven't seen.He was slightly dissapointed,he thought that she was capable of more."Heh,no worries.I can teach the little rabbit a few things."He never questioned her as why she wanted to come with him here.
The fool extended his arms to her in an attempt to get her body closer but she slapped them away with a sickening sweet smile adorning her lips.She clicked her tongue in disapproval and put her hands on her waist."Now,now,let's not hurry,we have plenty of time."He pushed him flat on the stone,then removed her shoes and her shirt.Jumping swiflty on the table,she circled his form six times while watching him with delighted eyes.
He was growing impatient.He tried to grab her ankle but she moved away so fast that he didn't even see what happened.In an instant she was on top of him,holding his wrists above his head.She bared her teeth in a feline green and lowered her head to his ear where she began to whisper something.He couldn't quite make out what she was saying but who the hell cared?Her warm breath was sending shivers down his spine,and he shudered in pleasure at the thought of what would come.
"Oh,how privilleged you should feel for what is going to happen next."she purred,showing her teeth in a wicked smile as her eyes began to glow,the pupils slitted and evil.
"Yeah,yeah whatever you say babe."With his eyes closed in excitement,he didn't catch what was actually happening.He only noticed that the grip on his wrists was getting tighter.By the time he started to feel alarmed,he was already trapped.Above him,purple eyes shone madly at his pained expression.
Tighter and tighter until he felt his bones crushed.
A muffled scream startled the night birds.
He couldn't breath right with his mouth clamped shut by her tail and the pain in his hands.Even though she let go of them,he couldn't move them.Tears started to sting his eyes and his vision blurred.
Cat like nails dug into his throat,slashing the flesh enough to make him wither in agony,but stay alive at the same time.His yowls and his suffering were fueling her blood with the much needed mystical power to complete her metamorphosis from a mere human into her true lineage.
Using her now sharp as knives threads of hair she sliced his shirt and cut open his abdomen in one swift movement.She wasn't one for torture;she preffered to end the messy situations quickly and get to the important part.
He almost fainted,but she knew he was a strong man.He couldn't pass out even if he wanted to.Grabing hold of his intestines,she pulled at them untill they were detached from his body.She knew the pain was excruciating,but why should she care?After all,it was only natural that lower beings were eaten by the superior ones.It was all about the food chain.
One would think that she was going to eat them,but really now.Did she look like a fucking cannibal?She had better tastes,she only went with exquisite food.The guts of some lowly creature like the one under her?No,thank you very much.But all of this was required for her metamorphosis.
She got up and held the organs above her,raised to the sky like a morbid offering.Mumbling something under her breath,she looked at the moon and the bloody flesh was set on fire,burning with a purple flame.She could feel the power surging through her veins and for a brief moment she closed her eyes in ecstasy.Finally,her demon blood was awake.She let the ashes in her palms scatter in the air.
He was probably dead by now.She didn't feel him wriggle in pain anymore,nor could she hear his agonized cries.She didn't even bother to look at his rottening corpse;she just jumped off the stone table and went on her way to enjoy a nice drink as in celebration of her new achieved life.
Why she didn't care for the consequences a dead body in the middle of a park could bring?Because there will be no body found there in the morning.If the stray dogs didn't eat him by dawn,the sunlight would do the job,leaving not a single drop of filthy blood behind.
She smirked to herself."Aah,what a night to be reborn."
His emerald eyes were shining with the flame of destruction.Watching from above,searching,observing,plotting.Wings made of chaos striking the air,fluttering black and red robes merging with his flesh,an unsheated sword resting in his right hand.On the blade's surface,glimps of damned souls could be seen,trying to break free,clawing, tearing, slashing.If you listened closely,you could almost hear their screams of agony.
The air beside him shifted almost indistinguishable and a small demoness appeared,carrying a black harp,kneeling in obeyance,waiting.The Black King raised his free hand,beckoning her to stay still.His flaring gaze was set on the horizon,watching the veil of the night unfold.The blood red twillight was slowly dissipating in a mix of orange and purple,mixing,twisting until all that remained was a thin,golden horizon line.He raised his sword and the demoness started struming the delicate strings,producing the melody of destruction.Her pale fingers danced upon the chords,allowing the music to flow through the air.
A myriad of souls raised from the face of the earth,opalescent balls trembling in the night and flying higher and higher.As the mad notes reached the climax,one by one,the puffy spirits started exploding in bright blazing shots,setting everything they touched on fire.The souls of the world light up the night.
His flaring green eyes watched the show in amusement.Hail the horrors of damnation.
The idea for this story came after I recieved this captcha (2443 endsMay) xD.
The 6th of May."Another boring day,the same routine etching itself in my mind,slowly numbing it.It's almost dusk and I just came back from the library with new tomes.The only thing that keeps me sane is reading,immersing in other worlds,thirstily drinking words,soothing my fucked up soul.
As I sit down in my usual spot in front of the main bedroom window,I notice the horizon darken.Looks like it's gonna be a storm.I like storms,the way nature unleashes its fury on humans is another thing that somehow breaks the routine.I don't bother switching on the lights,I like reading with only the remaining daylight to guide through pages and pages of magic.I like the moment when the sky melts into purple.
I finish the first book in only two hours;terrific storyline.I already feel better.By now,the melted purple unnoticeably became a starry night sky.The storm is still around,lurking in the horizon,waiting the best moment to strike.It's like a predator,a beast circling the prey,smelling the fear and hearing its blood pumping faster and faster in its veins as adrenaline kicks in.I wonder how would the people around me react if they were attacked by bloodthirsty creatures.I chuckle at the thought of them losing control and madly trying to save their lives.Anarchy,egoism,bloodshed.As I turn the last page,something on the bottom catches my eye.Written rather remissly with a blue ballpen, is a combination of numbers and words:2443 endsMay.It gives me a rather ominous feeling but I brush it off.
I feel my muscles numb and my back stiff.Looks like I've fallen asleep in the chair;a book lies abbandoned on the hard wood floor,another one is open and on the desk beside me.I look outside and notice the unbridled storm;cold wind slashing at trees,thunders illuminating the dark sky,heavy raindrops descending furiously.I open the window and let the icy water wet my face;it relaxes me.There's a peculiar smell in the air,something akin to smoke mixed with blood.I also notice how deserted the neighbourhood looks.There's no sound,no move."
The girl steps outside the house and the heavy rain soaks her to the bone in no time.Even though she hates her stupid neighbours she decides to pay them a visit.All that silence has a threatening feel to it and is making her sick to the stomach.Or maybe it's the strong,disgusting odor stinging her nostrils.She knocks on several doors but nobody answers so she decides to simply enter the threshold.The first thing she sees is a woman standing stunned in front of her.Her eyes hold a blank stare and blood is dripping from her parted lips.The girl's first impulse is too grab her and check if she's still alive.And she is.She waves a hand in front of the woman's face,she shouts at her,gives her a slap but nothing wakes the unmovable person.So she slips further in the house noticing more people in the same state as the previous one.Even though she is surrounded by half dead bodies,the girl doesn't seem bothered.She goes from house to house finding the same thing everywhere:motionless people with bloody mouths. The rain seems to have stopped.
Suddenly,a chorus of screams and terrifying yowls pierces the silence.The sudden noise shooks her to the core and she crouches down in pain,covering her ears in an attempt to lock out the orgy of shrieks and cries.After a couple of minutes it stops,just as sudden as it started.The stench of decay hits her sense of smell and nausea causes her stomach to empty itself.Staggering,she moves to the closest door and pushes open.There,with expresions of horror imprinted on their already rotting faces,are dead bodies.As she moves from house to house,all she finds are more corpses.With the corner of her eye she notices a digital clock displaying the hour:24:42.In the back of her mind an alarm rings but here senses are to numbed to understand what's going on.
Back at the girl's house,a gust of wind seeps through the open window and ruffles the pages of a book on the desk,stopping at the last page.A stray raindrop falls upon the words written on the bottom,slightly smearing them.
The girl just steps out of the house with the digital clock when it hits her.A pain like none before that snatches a howl of agony form her.She falls to her knees,blood gurgling from her mouth and onto the road;all her senses feel like they are on fire.She chokes on her own blood and after a few more seconds of torture everything goes black.
The digital clock displays 24:43.
Vale was racing away, surging his body
forward and snaking around trees with everything he had. The ground
seemed to quake with the fast and thunderous footsteps of the Beast,
and the sound of it rumbled all around him. Patches of mud and hidden
bumps rocked his balance, but he tried to keep his focus amongst the
adrenaline storm. He kept telling himself that he'll make it out alive from this hellish forest but he knew all too well what a big lie that was.The odds that he'll escape were disturbingly low.This time the touch of death won't miss him.His luck ran out long time ago,when he provoked the beast the second time.
Vale could feel the underbrush press against him, scratching and raking
macabre, red patterns across his pale skin. His foot caught on a gnarled
root and he had to cling to a broken branch to keep himself from
tumbling into the earth. His breath caught like steel hooks in his
lungs, clawing at him and filling him with the scent of moist, decaying
leaves and wet dog.Blood trickled over his pale skin and down his leg, pooling at his heel.
On his left hip were three long gashes that sliced sideways from the middle of his abdomen to spine,a mark left from his former brawl with the Beast.It was like an unspoken promise;his death will be final the next time he'll step in its den.
In the distance a lonely howl pierced the thick silence of the forest,
sending shivers down his spine. Vale could feel panic ripple through
his muscles and his feet picked up again, zigzagging through the trees.Seconds turned to minutes, the minutes faded into an hour, his muscles
growing weary with every step, but the Beast behind him never tired. It
followed closely, matching him stride for stride.It was its teritory,its own bloody playground were toys were torn to shreds of flesh and bone.It never tired of the
chase. Finally, he tumbled through the tree line, his body now subdued
by exhaustion.He lay there, gasping for breath, watching the movement through his
peripheral vision. Twigs snapped, and grunts and snarls could be heard
in the near distance.It was closing in.
Above him, the sky cracked open in a flash of light, and the heavens
opened up, diluting the scent of blood.It looked like the skies were mourning his soon to come death.He flashed a sad smile as the Beast swiftly made its way through the trees and in front of him.The stench of rotten meat,wet animal and poison hit his nose but he didn't seem to notice.His eyes were blank reflecting only the hideous Beast and the red gleam of madness in its eyes.This was it,the end.His mind gave in and disintegrated in face of the unbearable terror,leaving his body to be sacrificed.The Beast howled,stepping toward him slowly.It raised a clawed paw and in one swift movement,Vale's stomach was ripped open,a gush of blood spurting out and staining the Beast's face.It lapped at the red liquid with delight,savoring the cries of pain.
In the sky,the clouds parted and a crimson moon shone madly like it wanted to celebrate the massacre.
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