Taste The Blood

"Sweet as sugar,cold as ice,hurt me once,I'll break you twice." 

 "He's hot."
 "More like a blazing inferno."
 Highpitched giggles came from the two women sitting on stools and sipping Coke next to Eve.How annoying.Picking up her cup of coffe, she made her way to the table where her friends were sprawled, laughing and headbanging like crazy.Crossing her legs, she eyed the dancefloor with faked interest;only kiddos and bitches swinging their hair and jumping up and down were flooding her precious stage.The one place she felt at ease.Where the colored lights and good music made her blood boil.She let her gaze trail slowly towards the man those hoes from the bar were mentally undressing.W.Her ex-boyfriend and potential love interest.His lack of resolve is what made their frequent relationships not work;that jerk just wouldn't make up his mind already.Tonight started so well,he acted so loving and interested that she thought they were finally on the same page.No such luck.He fucked up everything with stupid questions and retarded answers. One last chance to settle everything it's what she'll give to him and if he pissed on this one too,then he'll have to pay.
 His dark eyes focused on her with wolfish interest and she beckoned him to come as she headed towards the door.The music blaring from the speakers helped calm her nerves and the rain outside felt like it was washing away her sins. She sat with her back to him and he embraced her,planting a kiss just below her right ear.She wriggled free from his arms with a scowl on her face.
 "Alright,what's going on?" he sounded annoyed.
 "What am I to you,W.?Do you love me?"
 "What's with that question Eve?I thought we spoke about this earlier.I just can't afford a serious relationship right now-"
 "Because you want to go study outside,bla bla.I know." she mocked him in a bored tone. "So what?You still have one year left until then.What,do you think I'll try keeping you tied to me forever?"
 "Who knows what you're thinking," his voice edged with something between sarcasm and suggestiveness.
 "Say what?!Who are you taking me for?Seriously W., if you think you're so important to me, you're clearly mistaken," she was poking her chest with her right finger as her voice rised an octave.
 "Hmm,I wonder about that." His arrogance simmered her blood and, inhaling deep,she took a step back and closed her eyes.This bastard had never been worth the stress and tears.Clenching her shoulders and arching her spine,she opened her eyes,now a dark purple, and stared at him hard.He flinched once at the sight of her but put the blame of what he was seeing on the mix of beer and weed.Even so,the murderous glare mirrorred on her face was clearly real.

The flinch in your eye calls your bluff
Feel free to die when you've had enough
Useless cause is breaking your back
Your life will end when you attack.
 A sick beat seeped from under the door and settled in her blood.Oh,how fitting were the lyrics;it was almost ironic.She approached him leisurely,like a predator cornering its prey.He saw him gulp once but he didn't draw back.She spoke in a sugary tone,her purple eyes twinkling mischievously.
 "Hey,did you know- she traced one sharp fingernail across his chest- that I have a very special power which helps me get rid of...unwanted trash?Did you know it can make anyone I want succumb to my wishes?"
 "What,seduction?" W. tried to laugh,but it came out strangled.
 "Nu-uh,sexy.It's something so awesome,you'd be dying to have it too." She pronounced dying like she was purring."What do you say,wanna have a look?"
 "You're showing me your boobs?" his wolfish grin nagged at her nerves.With a swift move,she scratched his chest,her nails drawing blood.
 "Ah,you bitch!" he raised a hand to his wound and felt the wetness there.
 Her lips turned to a savagely sweet smile."What did you call me?"

Make your move
Make your stand
Make the win
(ha..) Like you can.
 Terror sharpened his gaze.Maybe what he was seeing wasn't the effect of getting high at all.He watched her lick the blood coating her fingertips and barking a sharp laugh.
 "Have a couple of screws in your head gone loose?" he shouted, fear begining to crawl across his skin, making the fine hairs on his back stand.
 Eve continued laughing like a madwoman."Come,hit me.Hit this bitch that loved you and will now kill you!"
 "What the hell did you smoke,Eve? Come to your senses already!" W. made a move as if to slap her but before his palm could make contact with her cheek, a fiery agony shot from his shoulder blade to his spine.His knees folded under, slamming him to the wet cement.He attempted a scream,but the pain gored deep and sucked the air from his lungs.Above him, Eve was holding her face in her palms, laughing and staring at him with jeering eyes.
 "That's a nice expression...That one like a cornered small animal...It's a wonderful expression!"
 "What did you do?I can't feel my arm!"
 "And you also won't feel your legs,ahahaha!" Her eyes flared and something in his knees and calves crackled, sending waves of hot pain throughout his body.His screams were defeaning but no sound made it inside the club.Not when death metal was being played.Eve absently thought that his shouts actually matched the ones from the song.Ah,how marvelous!She created her own song."More!Scream more!"

To take me out you must fight like a man
You've yet to prove that you can
I see your might and it compares to something
That is if something is nothing.
 "Isn't it delicious?The taste of licking the floor!Ahahahaha!" Eve circled restlessly W.'s collapsed,bloody form.Fingers were missing from his left hand and his cheeks had purple blotches of skin were his blood imploded.
 "I'm gonna rape your sorry ass and then I'll carve a dick onto your body with a piece of dirty beer glass,you bitch!" He meant to sound menacing and defying, but his voice came out like a mere whimper.
 "Whaaat?You want to kill me?Please be quick about it then.I'm getting bored here,ahahaha." Eve was hugging her sides and laughing at the pathetic sight in front of her.
 Was there any mean of rescue left for him?He thought bitterly when she dragged him behind some stone columns half an hour earlier.Or maybe it happened only few minutes ago.When in pain, time seems to slither forward like a snail,mocking you and laughing at your suffering.The trails of blood left from him were already washed by the rain and his broken voice couldn't bark one more scream.Even if someone went outside and, by some miracle, found them, this psychotic bitch would kill them in no time.She was a freak and she was hell bent on making him suffer.And for what?He laughed tiredly inside as he thought that he did nothing to her.
 "Hope you burn in hell,Eve.It pissed you off so bad that I didn't want to fuck you and only you,huh?"Even near death,the arrogance didn't leave his eyes.
 Rage coiled inside her stomach at his words.Growling under her breath,the woman sent him a murderous glare and her words dripped poison. "You are so fucking dumb, you smug son of a bitch!You messed with the wrong person,do ya hear me?!Ooooh,I wanted to let you live,I really did.After all,you're such a fun toy to play with! But did you know?It's the best when you break them to bits!" Taking his head in her hands,she slammed it on the cement repeatedly until no sound but her labored breaths and the pouring rain were left.Taking a step back,she eyed the corpse with a serious look plastered on her face.
 "You thought I was going to chase after you like those thirsty hoes?How cute."

Burn With Me

 His presence triggered a memory from her childhood.
 She was five.In the garden of her house,on a late summer afternoon,Shirley was playing with her older sister.Her small,white dress was fluttering around her in the before-the-storm wind.The clouds were rilled up in the horizont,ashen and fierce looking and the smell of rain was already pungent.She was laughing,feeling exhilareted by the fun time she was having with the ones she loved so much.And then it happened.A big butterfly like she had never seen before landed on the grass in front of them,blown by the harsh wind.Her sister screamed;she was scared to death by insects.Taking a shoe,she raised it over her head and slammed it on the small creature.Shirley watched transfixed the scene unfolding before her,pain filling her innocent,unknowing heart.In a matter of seconds,she threw herself over the butterfly as her sister striked again.Her fear-driven blows didn't stop;she was too blinded by her phobia to notice she was actually hurting her precious.Shirley took the injured insect in her hands and brought it to her chest,tears of grief rolling down her cheeks,not for the pain in her back from the hits she was taking but for the poor creature in her hands.It would surely die;she didn't want that to happen,she didn't want to see anything suffer in this beautiful,beautiful world.She ran towards the fence and settled the wounded butterfly at the base of a Forget-me-not.

 Fifteen years later,there she was,sipping a cup of steaming hot chocolate in the middle of winter,watching the busy street from inside her favourite cafe when a stranger stopped by her table and simply stared at her.He was tall,lean and clad in a long,black coat.His dark bangs covered half of his pale face as he leaned over her,hands in pockets.He had a familiar aura to him,soothing even though she was sure she never met him before.His eyes had a peculiar colour,a deep orange,like the sun at dusk and he gazed at her with something akin to longing and adoration.Even though she should have felt creeped out of her senses,Shirley was oddly at peace,only if a little bit confused.Her wide,chicory eyes stared back at him,her gaze mirroring the curiosity she was feeling inside.
 For five minutes straight he didn't move,nor did his eyes falter from hers.She didn't dare break the silence as she was transfixed by the encounter.Suddenly,moving too fast for her to comprehend anything,he cupped her face with his hands,lowering his head towards her,a soft,sorrowful smile spreading across his lips.His voice was deep and full of emotion as he spoke.
 "My love,we finally meet again."
 Her breath hitched.His touch made her vision bleary and for a second,Shirley thought she saw butterfly wings on his back.And then he kissed her,softly,yet with such love and desperation that her heart wrenched tightly and tears slipped down her cheeks.He draw back and she locked her shocked eyes with his.Who was this stranger and why did her insides feel crushed by anguish?When he took her hand in his and beckoned her to come with him,she went without saying anything.The staccato beat of her heart slowed.

 The setting sun was giving the park an eerie,golden hue.The stranger kept holding her hand all the way from the cafe to where they were now,not saying anything.She didn't ask anyway.
 "Aaah,so little time.If only I could have come back to you sooner."His voice trembled and his hold tightened.Embracing her,he murmured a foreign word and everything around her went black.Memories of a forgotten,past life hit her as hard as thunder and settled in her brain.Two kids holding hands and running happily through a field of wheat;two teens weeping at a funeral;a woman and a man fighting for their lives in an apocalyptic world;the same man crying tears of blood while hugging the headless corpse of the woman.And then,the memory of her saving the butterfly from her sister's hits.
 Shirley gasped and opened her eyes wide,taking in the burnt sky and the feel of the stranger's arms around her.No,not a stranger,but someone she knew all too well.Someone she loved for a lifetime.
 "How?"she uttered as they both collapsed to the ground in a fierce embrace.He spoke in a hushed,almost defeated tone.
 "After I lost you,before our world ended,I prayed to God to meet you again.I pleaded and pleaded,until the Earth imploded and everything vanished,I pleaded until my last breath and a miracle happened.I got the chance to meet Him.The God of Time,The Creator,the one who controls and resets the worlds when their time is up.He granted my wish.I traveled and lived through six timelines to meet you,but you weren't in any of those.Man,woman,animal,I've been all those.Past and future,I've lived through both.Yet,my hope never faltered.I will chase after you until the end of time if I have to,that's what I thought when my lifes reseted and once again,you weren't there.You are such a rare and precious being,my love.And when I finally found you,I had the misfortune of being reborn as an insect.It pained me more than I thought it would to be near you but unable to touch you.That fateful day when you saved me from being crushed by your sister,I did something unforgivable.Seeing you get hurt for me made me force fate once again.I asked to be returned to my original form but I asked the wrong person.You see,The Creator is a just being;favoring a mere human would unbalance the Laws of this world.It took me years,but I managed to find a way to return to what I was once.Or so I thought.There is no light without darkness;no world free of evil exists because that would also unbalance the Laws.Without realizing it,I made a pact with the devil.He asked for a soul in return for what I wanted and I foolishly agreed,not once considering the fact that it may not be mine I sold."
 Shirley felt hot tears wet the skin of her neck as he burried his face there.
 "I will save you from the fate I brought on you myself.This will be my final act."
 She swiftly detangled herself from him and looked him and kept him at arms length with her hands on his shoulders.Staring at him with a mix of determination and dread in her cicory eyes,she spoke:
 "No!You have suffered enough.If I'm going to burn,then so be it.I love you too much to let you sacrifice yourself for me!No more!"
 "My love,how could I live without you?How could I live with myself knowing that because of me,your spirit is agonizing in the depths of Hell?I haven't lived all of those lifes to hand your pure soul to the devil."
 It happened without any form of foretelling.The wind picked up at high speed,swirlling around them,the sun blackened and the earth split open.Crimson flames flared through the cracks and scorched the grass and a huge crater formed in front of them.Nightmarish yells clawed at their ears and horrific,shapeless shadows danced in the air as they stared in fear and shock at the scene unfolding before them.Soon enough,the wind picked her up and threw her towards the flames but he didn't let go.He hold on to her hand with everything he got,even though he was also dragged into the pit.
 "No!Let me go!I don't want you to burn with me!Please,please live!"her desperate cries fell on deaf ears.With a last surge of power,he changed their places,his soul already detaching itself from the body.
 "You saved me once.It is now my turn to protect you."His smile was sad and it pierced right through her heart.Without other words,he let go of her hand.
 His adoring eyes never once left her as the flames engulfed him.Her outstretched hand tried in vain to reach him;the raging wind threw her back on solid ground and the gap closed,leaving only a patch of burnt grass as evidence to what happened.Her cries of his name didn't stop for a long time as she pounded the soil with her fists,her tears leaving traces on her ash poudered cheeks.Only when her broken throat couldn't utter a sound more,did she collapse,her face buried in her hands,silently crying.

I want to see you so much that my tears would not stop flowing.

I do everything in order to return to you. 

I will love you until the very end.  

EnD:Vengeance

Hello again,
I still can't remember how this all began.
You can't undo;
It's okay though because I've got a gift for you.

 AN: The song says it all.

  Slowly, slowly, slowly.

  Before she leaves, she's got one more thing left to do.

  She passed through the metal doors, heels clicking on the tiled marble floor. Really, the security there was so poor. It had been too easy to hack the system and tranquillize the guards. Now her white latex clad form made her way to where the person she was looking for worked. Glass doors, lots and lots of weird looking mechanisms, beds,white and blue walls, everything you would find in a research center, except the humans working there. It was well past the working hours but she knew she would still find her there; she always worked over the schedule. Finally, the Histopathology lab.The automatic door opened and she stepped inside. There was a woman with brown hair pulled back in a bun bent over the microscope; she wiped her head back in a instant, startled by the sudden intrusion. As the researcher eyed the all too familiar woman clad in white, her expression was one of utter confusion. Before she had any chance to speak, the other one engaged in the discussion first.
  "Hello again, Lady Doc. Remember me?" A smirk spread over her lips, but her golden eyes showed no emotion.
  "Of course I do-"
  "Sasha.You can call me that."
  The Doctor knitted her brows in bewilderment; she knew the woman before her eyes and Sasha wasn't her name. Long time ago they were friends, almost like sisters actually. But life happened and bonds broke and now here they were, staring each other down, one with a blank, yet eerie expression, the other lost in a haze of reminiscence. Sasha began speaking again, not giving her any chance to bring about memories better left forgotten.
  "I have a gift for you."
   Lady Doc didn't notice the carefully wrapped package in Sasha's left hand until the woman raised it before her eyes. A medium sized box, large enough to fit a book perhaps, covered with a purple paper which had golden stars all over it. The ghost from her past approached and put the present in the Doctor's gloved hands. A vague thought crossed her mind briefly: she had to finish researching the bacterias before they died on the microscope's glass. Sasha leaned over and silently kissed both her cheeks; she smelled like amber and chemicals. After the sudden display of affection, she backed away to her spot by the door and eyed the Doctor with unsettling interest.The package felt slightly heavy in her hands, the paper was smooth and cold. Looking at her old friend, she analyzed her appearance with suspicion in her brown eyes. On her right hipbone a long and thick syringe was attached.The belt that tightly circled her hips had various pockets and on her left side a long, ivory pistol gleamed in the cold light of the laboratory. It must have been custom made as no known brand was written on it and it had some details engraved on the handle that she couldn't clearly make out because of the distance. Her searching eyes turned back to the parcel in her hands.
  "Don't worry, it's not a bomb. I'm not suicidal." The Doctor could tell her uninvited guest was smiling even without having to raise her head to see it. So the Doctor ripped the paper with jerky movements and let it fall to the floor as she stared at the big book in her hands: Stephen King's Apocalypse, how predictable.
  "Uh, thanks, you didn't have to get me anything. We haven't seen each other in a very long time..." She was finding it difficult to talk to this strange woman.
  "Open the book, there's more." The laugh she gave was cold and sharp. A shiver slithered along her spine and a sickly foreboding made her stomach fret. With shaking hands, she moved aside the cover to discover a gun in a rectangle made of cropped pages. A fake book, she thought mindlessly as she regarded it in shock. What happened next unfolded too fast for her to react in any way other than staring dumbly at the white creature inches away from her body. Sasha had the syringe from her leg unclasped and pointing at her stomach and a toothy grin reigned on her face. Time seemed to go in slow motion as the long, thick needle pierced through her flesh and right in her celiac trunk. Coldness seeped in her upper body along with the pain of having been stabbed.
  "It won't hurt. Much." said Sasha as she quickly withdrew to her earlier position, closer to the door this time. "It's poison, if you're wondering what I had just injected in you. Deadly poison, hehe. I predict you'll die in 20 minutes but, who knows, maybe you'll have the guts to save yourself. Don't give me that look, of course I'll give you the chance to defend your life, I've not fallen that low. I wish for you to have an artistic death; you were my dearest friend after all."
  Terror settled in the Doc's body and the damned grin on Sasha's face didn't help ease it. She had to calm down and look for a way out. That woman couldn't have poisoned her for real, surely it's just a joke. She had always been all talk and no action.
  As if sensing her thoughts- or maybe she was that easy to read-, Sasha said while laughing:
  "Oh but it's reaaaally true, all of this. Do you ever watch the news? I've become famous, Sasha Winterhound, poisonmaster, mercenary to the core, insane murderer.Those shitty journalists always exaggerate. And they're dumb too. Can you believe they related half-assed, gory and clumsy crimes to my flawless assassinations? Outrageous, I tell you. Oops, I'm blaberring while you're slowly dying from the inside. Go ahead, shoot me. That's the purpose of that gun in your hands which, by the way, is sister to the one I have. It will be such a privilege for you to kill me with such a fine gun and for me to die because of it."
  Calm down, calm down for fuck's sake. Pull yourself together, you can't have a panic attack now. This woman is insane, truly, absolutely insane. She can't be my old friend, one doesn't change so much. Lady Doc was trembling, the pistol now in her hand, heavy and cold. The psychotic grin on Sasha's face combined with the fact that she was asked to kill her while she never once touched a gun, nevermind take a life with one was driving her over the edge.
  "You know, if you don't hurry, you won't even have this chance. Let me tell you a little about this poison currently ravaging your body while you shake like a leaf hopefully gathering the courage to erase me from this world. I've made it myself, hence the title of poisonmaster the Netherworld gave me. Custom made just for you, hehe. Brodifacoum, Black Mamba venom and a combination of diazepam and fentanyl. Lovely, aren't they? And because I bet you have no idea what these do, I'll explain. First of all, the brodifacoum will reduce the amount of vitamin K in your body, thus leading to massive internal hemorrhaging- your blood will leak from the smallest vessels. It's a lethal anticoagulant, I usually use it for targets that have to die after a certain period of time and belive me when I tell you that it always did its job. Then comes the Black Mamba venom- it's a snake-, one of my favourites because it kills fast and because my acquaintances have an annoying habit of comparing me with one, even though I despise snakes. Hmm, let me remember, how did they describe me...Ah yes,'her combination of speed, unpredictable aggression, and potent venom make her an extremely dangerous creature. She has a reputation for being very aggressive, but like most snakes, she usually attempts to flee from humans unless threatened.' Blah,blah,blah. I'm not that aggressive, just a little and looks like I'm blabbering again. Oh, oh, oh, back to you, my dear. This venom is what will actually kill you, the brodifacoum was for the artistic part. Severe abdominal pain, pallor- which you already display-, erratic heartbeat, fever and, if you're lucky, a heart attack. But you won't be, I made sure of it. What will happen for sure is muscular and respiratory paralysis-you'll die asphyxiated, hehe- oh and lots of convulsions. But because the later symptoms are reaaaally unaesthetic, the diazepam-fentanyl combo will make sure you're paralyzed. You'll die beautifully; that is if you don't kill me and take the antidote off of me. Hahhaha, looks like I finally caught your attention. Didn't I tell you that I'll give you the chance to defend yourself or, in the worst case, at least avenge yourself? And I'm afraid that if you don't make haste, you'll have neither of chances. Once paralysis settles in, you're done, obviously." Sasha took a deep breath as if to emphasize the effect of speaking so much and so fast had on her. Her golden eyes stared right into Lady Doc's dark ones. Satisfaction swam in ones, fear in the others.
 "You really did become a psychopath", the brown haired woman said aggravated, through gritted teeth.
 "Perhaps" a sly grin spread across Sasha's face.
 She wasn't a coward, nor a weak woman. Lady Doc had few things in life that scared her and killing somebody wasn't one of them so why couldn't she pull herself together and shoot? Or maybe that's what she deluded herself into thinking, that taking somebody's life was easy if she was faced with no other solution. How much time was it since she was poisoned? How much did she have left? The existence of an antidote was somehow keeping her clouded mind from falling but what if that woman was lying? And this gun, was it really  loaded? Her leg muscles felt strained and she was having a difficult time breathing; her insides were burning and sweat was leaking from her pores. She had to do it now, she had to fucking do it now. Gripping the gun with both hands and pointing it at Sasha, she eyed the unfazed woman. Smug expression, hands crossed in front of her chest, hip cocked to the side, no worry in the world. It was really disturbing to see her so relaxed when a gun was pointed at her. Did she believe she won't shoot? Lady Doc squeezed the cold metal in her hands tighter and after a few more seconds of hesitation, she pulled the trigger. The recoil sent her tumbling down; the bullet didn't reach its target, but the metal door which had now a hole the size of her fingers.
  "Seriously, Doc, you disappoint me. Unmoving target three meters in front and you miss? C'mon, try again."
  Horrified by the others' lack of fear, the brown haired woman screamed and shoot all five remaining bullets that were loaded in the gun, yet only one managed to graze her ghost. The fabric on Sasha's shoulder began to redden, yet no expression of pain showed on her face, not even a twitch. She started to clap while widening her smirk, as if the bloody injury was merely a scratch.
  "Bravo, my dearest friend, you used up all of your ammo, yet you didn't succeed in killing me. You really are amazing. In ten more minutes you'll be dead, thought I should remind you."
  No, no, no, fucking hell no, I don't want to die, I don't want to die yet. "You bitch, what the hell did I ever do to you for this to happen? Wasn't I your friend? Did you really become a soulless monster with nothing to lose?" She was shouting, her voice having caught an hysteric edge from all the rage and fear she was feeling. The fact that her lungs couldn't quite get enough air was only adding more fuel.
  "Hmm, never did something to me, you say? Dear, did you really forget how you so easily threw aside my friendship and forsake me? Me who treasured your friendship more than anyfuckingthing on this world? You really have guts to look me in the eye and say you didn't do anything wrong. And it looks like you didn't learn this important detail about me all that time long ago when we were oh so close. Never fucking go on my wrong side, never! Because I'm an extremely vengeful person. I may have looked like I forgave and forgot you, but no, nu-uh, I never forget that which hurts me. You did something unexcusable. And now you pay." And then she laughed, a cruel, hollow sound from deep inside her chest.
  On the floor, Lady Doc listened, horrified both at the reminiscence of their younger years and the the fact that she couldn't feel her body anymore. Panic was making her pulse fasten and thus leaking inside. She was losing blood and her mind was becoming numb; her lungs also, seemed to constrict painfully, leaving her without enough air. She laughed bitterly to herself. The brodifacoum wasn't for "an artistic death", it was for her passing to be painless. Before dying by asphyxiation, she will lose her consciousness and she won't feel anything. A hasty thought crossed her mind for a split second: from their teen years when this woman always used to say that she hated the idea of torture and if someone had to die, it should be fast and without much pain. Her brown eyes lifted to meet her murderer's hollow gaze. That psychotic grin again, she sighed. How can someone become so heartless to the point of killing someone without even flinching? So I'm not as coldblooded as I alleged.
  "You never thought that I'll really do it, did you?" Sasha said in a low whisper, picking on her nails.
   Lady Doc's vision was becoming blurred and she was gasping for air like a fish out of water. This was it, the end of everything. Aah, what a pointless life I've lived. Am I really dying? Just like this, everything goes poof for me? Why, Dear God in Heavens to which I always prayed in times of need and never got an answer, am I leaving so soon? I wanted to at least-
  Sasha's golden eyes watched her old friend's brown ones shut close. In just a few more minutes she will be dead. She crossed her hands in front of her chest again and she waited. The wound in her shoulder was stinging but her mind was too focused on long forgotten memories to register the pain. Moving over Lady Doc's body, she picked up the black gun and strapped it back in its original place,  where the antidote sat neatly. Unclasping it slowly, she took the syringe to the porcelain sink in the room and pushed the clear liquid out until nothing else was left. She put the empty vial in one of her belt's pockets and moved to stand before the Doctor's body. Her chest was barely moving, her skin getting a bluish tint. The wall clock's ticking was echoing in the silent laboratory.Tick-tock,tick-tock,tick-dead. Sasha laid the still warm corpse on the tiled floor and put on her chest a blue paper rose; she placed a kiss on her forehead and straightened up.
  "Farewell." She said with an empty voice. Turning on her heels, she headed for the exit. The fluorescent light was making her eyes glint like a spectre's, her boots were clicking loudly on the floor and her lips were twisted in an emotionless smile.
  Outside the research center, in the freezing winter night, Sasha looked back at the building once more before disappearing in the shadows. She could have blown up the place,get rid of the corpse, but that wasn't how she worked.Truly, it would have been a glorious ending for her old friend, but she wasn't into pointless victims and wasted resources. No, it was better this way. Finally done.

An ending to begin...

AN:Woot, woot, I'm finally done, phew.

 

Deny Everything

 My existance,dust in the wind.

  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.

Blood Vengeance

 Vengeance is mine.I will repay.

  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.

Dissolving

"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.

People=Shit

 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.

Celestial Delinquent

 Celestial Delinquent,

You,you blow up my mind

In pink glitter and sugar.

With words so sweet,smile so sick

You light up my world

With heavenly fire and divine beacons.

To hell we march,so loud,

My blistering skin and scattered brains

Yearn for release,escape from your curse.

Deceived,disturbed and braindead,

I let my shell follow your flame like a moth

To the depths of the blackest Hell.

Celestial Delinquent

With sugar-coated lips and feverish fingertips,

I burn under your touch as I march to Hell.

AN: The supposedly prequel to a short story I'm planning to write.If I'm not too lazy,that is >.>

Rage and Suffering

  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.

Happy All Hallows' Eve

 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.