Living By A Blinded Sword

There would always be a wound from the unexpected knife that slipped between her shoulder blades. The feeling was stronger than any grief she could imagine. She belonged to a mighty group of hunters who were raised without any parents to teach them right or wrong. They had to decide what the noble and best path to walk on was. Three of them were skilled with a spirit weapon; only one was not and decided he would not follow his siblings’ path. The middle child, Hantori, became a normal baker, working within the run-down city of souls to try and feed the hungry. The rest continued on the "righteous" path of bloodshed. His soft, short, brown hair and deep, blue eyes were made to never see death; or at least, some people thought.

Out of this group of three warriors were the biggest brother, the littlest brother, and the fiery sister. The eldest, Nakemi, was the first to join the Knight’s Circle. In his teen-age years, he had reached the status that the captains were on. The charming male with long, brown hair and soft, brown eyes knew how to pull his way through the system. The boy made the connections, and by the time his other siblings arrived at Knight’s Circle, he was one of the three captains.

The littlest brother was the next to follow after him. The blonde-haired and blue-eyed boy, named Tamori, got lucky and didn’t even need to lift a finger to get pulled into a squad. Nakemi put him in high regards and got him placed within his elder brother’s troops. He didn’t reach any high status, or anything like that; just another disposable soldier.

The passionate sister was the last one to get into the Knight’s Circle. Tokutei was always very competitive. Growing up with the tough love of three brothers, probably didn’t help. She had to be strong and fierce so her brothers wouldn’t gang up on her. The Academy was a different way to show her worth to her brothers. Even though they were the ones to first teach her how to love and care for others, she couldn’t help but feel useless.  How could she return the love they gave her? She needed to do something wonderful.

Not only did she feel the need to pay back the favor of taking care of her, but there was another reason for her drive. Nakemi never gave her any credit for the work she did.  He never really gave her compliments to her sword fighting. She never craved someone’s brotherly love and affection like she did for his. She didn’t understand what she did wrong, or what she needed to do to get his attention. She decided that if she could make herself a captain, one day, her brother would be able to say he was proud.

During the female’s time at the academy, there was one man who filled her heart with anger. The long, red-haired boy was named Raidyn. Tokutei claimed that the brown-eyed male was the demon. It all started on the day she was sparring with some forgettable woman. She swung the sword wide and accidently hit him over the head. The boy’s lip twitched as a bump formed above his right eye brow. Tokutei tried to apologize again and again, but the male would not accept it.

“I’ll get you back for this,” he warned her.

Raidyn’s warning was not forgotten, and soon turned into a curse. Everything she did, he would butt into her, or be a pest. Tokutei, in return, became the same annoyance that she couldn’t stand. Every day was full of vicious competition. She even forgot her real reason she was there. Every single sun rise to sun set, she would train with her wooden sword. Tokutei practiced and practiced until her hands bled. The girl remembered to even practice her magic. Her goal was to defeat him. When he joined the Knight’s Circle, she followed soon after. He wasn’t getting off that easily.

Her very first captain was a mighty and strong man. He was built like an ox, with mighty shoulders and rippling muscles.  The man loved to fight and craved to battle every single day. From that day on, she was forced into training with her spirit sword, every day. Day by day, she grew stronger by her captain’s side. Her and her elder got attached, challenging and pushing each other to their limits. Her senior was impressed with her, as she grew into a true warrior in front of his eyes. She did as he told her to, twisting and rearranging her body and mind to fit into the style of a disciplined killer. He taught her meditations to increase her power within her spirit's sword.

Through her intense training, and fiercely concentrated breathing, she got to know her first and only spirit sword’s name. Panissha was the weapon's female name; a blade of punishment and torture. The male spirit within the sword was Kiba; the hilt of obeisance and strength. The two together, dominant master and faithful lap-dog, were built to fit Tokutei. Panissha was unmerciful and dangerous. She represented the fighter within the fiery sister. Kiba was the longing to please those held dear. Tokutei took it to mean to have the right to rip apart the man named Raidyn. Knowing the sword's names gave her ten times more power.

She told her captain of the wonderful news. Her sword and her bond grew stronger. With that in mind, he dismissed her after a final spar between student and sensei.

“It seems that you will be going to a different captain. Captain Ryoa is waiting for you,” he announced after mopping the floor with the tired girl.

It was an extreme switch for her. Not just for the fact that it was a whole new team, but her captain was so fun and loud. Captain Ryoa was...well…dull and scary. Not only was there a new captain, but the lieutenant was the one and only, Raidyn.

Once Raidyn and Tokutei were forced into the same group, Captain Ryoa was not expecting it be the worst decision of his life. All the two did was argue and fight. Everything they did was a contest. Things went by fast, but the responsibilities given to them turned out to be sloppy, and done for just the sake of getting it done. It was a nightmare to the young ones when Captain Ryoa, who wasn’t much older than themselves, brought them into his office and stuck them with paperwork.  That was what their life was filled with after that; paperwork and training.

Missions made up what the stubborn two looked forward to while working with their Captain. War was always breaking out between cities and clans. They were always sent out together to work on something Ryoa needed them to do. From assassinations to defending villages, they became an unstoppable team.

As the two worked together, it slowly became less violent and mean. Their fighting was playful and fun.

“When did Raidyn become my friend?” She once asked Ryoa.

“The day I thought it was a good idea to pair you guys up together,” he simply responded. His lips tugged into a half smirk. Tokutei stared out the window. He had planned this, but she couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Raidyn.

It took a few years, but the two young adults were finally falling in love.  They were always being competitive, but there was something so hauntingly fresh and sweet to them. The two wouldn’t admit to the affection they shared until the day Raidyn got injured. Tokutei visited him the first day, bringing him some flowers and paperwork to do, so he didn’t sit there bored. His side was deeply cut, but he was living and still kicking.

“You have to be more careful,” Tokutei had warned him as she sat next to the bed.

“I know. You want to know something, though?” he asked. Tokutei just hummed in reply. “I learned that we will never know when we are going to die. I’m going to take a chance with this but… I think I’m in love with you," he proclaimed that day. His cheeks were heated, and his eyes were tightly shut.

“You know what? I love you, too,” Tokutei chuckled and locked her lips to his. He kissed back without a second thought. Some things in life were never meant to be, though.

Months later, Tokutei showed up her little brother multiple times. The last fight she had with her little brother finally got her the attention of her eldest brother. He took her out to the pub.

“I was wrong,” he told her. “A woman does have a place within the battle field. I have been wrong to look down on you because you were a female. I have never been good at the affection thing, but I never meant any harm by it." Tokutei’s eyes let the waterfalls stream down her face.

“Your approval was all I was after,” she choked on her tears. All she ever wanted was to know was that he saw her and valued her. She never expected him to apologize to her. She thought nothing could ruin the gratitude she felt.

They headed down the road to get back to the barracks. While passing through the silent and abandoned town square a figure stood in the middle, with a group of dead soldiers at his feet. Nakemi noticed and placed an arm out to his sister. The male raised his index finger to his lips and approached to get a better look. They quietly approached the male and were shocked to find that it was the mid-child, Hantori, covered in the warrior’s blood.

“Hantori..?” Tokutei voice cracked at the terrifying sight. He looked up at her with dull eyes before pointing up. The female went to look up, but her eldest brother pushed her out of the way and drew his spirit sword, Kira. The black blade absorbed the impact of another sword clashing down from out of nowhere. It was the youngest brother, Tamori.  Tokutei was so confused. Why had their little brothers attacked them?

“What is the meaning of this!?” Nakemi demanded of his two brothers. The youngest child jumped away and landed next to Hantori. The eldest glanced at Hantori, eyeing his blood-stained, red blade. “I thought your spirit sword never appeared to you?” he added with a glare at Tamori.

“You’re not the only two with the talent,” the mid-child’s voice said dully. He sounded nearly apathetic. The lone sister never remembered him being like that. She wondered if he was like this because they left him in the village. It was his decision.

“I’m sick of you guys getting all the glory! Being all successful while I am still just a lowly soldier. If you are dead Nakemi, than I can take your place as Captain! I can bring Hantori in without needing to go through that whole academy crap,” Tamori announced. The jealousy of his older siblings ran so deep that he had forgotten their first real love and bonds. Tokutei shook her head at the thought. How could that happen? Had she been so stuck on gaining approval and beating everyone that she forgot the most important thing to her; her family?

“Brother… please stop this madness,” she spoke softly, and gently. She never wanted it to be like this. Why had she been so blind? Love… the different kinds she had experienced in her life… had certain loves blinded her from others?

“Madness!? The day you abandoned me, and didn’t even come see me again! That is madness,” Hantori snapped. Tokutei winced at his words.

“Enough talking! Sister, draw your weapon!” Tamori smirked. “Or, die without honor.”

She shook her head but Nakemi grabbed her sheath pulling her sword out for her. “I can’t…” she started, but he interrupted her.

“They plan on killing us. They are like any other strangers, and they will be without remorse,” he warned her. “We are knights; we are prepared to fight anything.” How could he say things like that about their own flesh and blood? She gripped onto her sword and closed her eyes. What should she do?

“Fight!” Two voices rang in her head. Panissha and Kiba were telling her to fight. She opened her eyes. Couldn’t there be another way?

“Here we come!” Tamori laughed and ran towards Nakemi. Hantori ran towards Tokutei.

The best she could do was block the attacks that came at her. She stumbled back as she refused to fight back against him. He kept coming at her. Nakemi was right. They were not going to let up, or go easy on them. She felt nausea at the thought of dueling her brothers to the death. She heard the clashing of blades, and the sounds of magic exploding against each other. She bit her lip, looking over at her elder brother for only a moment, until pain raged through her shoulder. Hantori slashed upon her shoulder and cut her deeply. She fell back with a hand to the wound, shakily breathing from the raw agony of the open flesh.
“Why aren’t you taking this seriously?” Hantori kneeled next to her and tilted his head, just slightly. “What will it take to make you take me serious?” With that he left her and rushed into the battle with the eldest brother. Nakemi barely avoided Hantori’s sword, dodging both of his brothers. They were relentless, though. The two boys kept at him like two rabid dogs. Tokutei watched from the ground while her blood gushed out of the wound. She couldn’t do it; she just couldn’t. This thought continued until Nakemi was overwhelmed. A sword sank into his gut quickly. Tokutei's eyes were as big as the full moon.

“NO!” She screamed and forced herself up. She held onto her blade and slammed the hilt into Hantori. She held her hand out toward Tamori, chanting a few words as a red ball of energy blasted him into a house made of stone. She dropped to her knees beside her brother’s side. “Nakemi!” She held her hand to his wound to stop the bleeding, but it was no use.

“It’s too late,” he breathed as blood rolled out his mouth. “Run, Tokutei… they won’t get away with this. You don’t need to fight or revenge me. The courts will tear them apart for you, so run. Be the witness of this foul act,” he gasped. The woman moved her other hand to his cheek. Her tears rained over his chest.

“I won’t leave you,” she simply told him. She stabbed Panissha into the ground and placed her body over her elder brother’s. “You die here, then I’ll die with you.” She thought about the rest of her friends… her old captain, Captain Ryoa, and handsome Raidyn. She loved them all, in different senses. Then she remembered her roots.  She remembered the first family love she had ever felt; the first real human connections. “I can’t kill them, but I can’t abandon you, either,” she told Nakemi. “May they do their worst,” she said through gritted teeth, as Hantori’s sword stabbed into her back and out Nakemi’s back.

Both coughed up blood. Tamori stabbed his sword through them, as well. Nakemi died first, while Tokutei held onto life tightly. She knew this was it. Deep down, she felt it fit. You live by the sword, you die by the sword. It would be atonement for letting other loves distract the first and most important love of all; family. No other love could be truer than this woman’s love for her brothers. No matter what was to happen to her, even in her dying breath, she never turned her sword to them. Even though they let greed and envy take over their minds, she still loved them until her last breath.

Dear Brother.

Brother?

Why should I bother?

All I have to say is I'm done with you.

Out of everything we have gone through.

You treat me terribly because I don't agree.

And you metaphorically try to kill me?

Not my fault I work hard.

Trying to perfect being a bard.

I been working for this my whole life.

You fucked up yours with your greedy strife.

Making stuff up because you think I'm ignorant?

Not my fault people hate you being arrogant.

We gave you everything and that wasn't enough.

You have no right to say your life was rough.

You had everyone at your finger tips

Yet you let the lies drip off your lips

I once had faith, but it's down the drain

I tried to help, but it ends in vain

I want to believe, but I cannot

Because my heart just aches a lot.

No body can fix you if you are part of the problem

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Room Of Gold

 The color of gold fills his room. 

Each brick of the wall carefully placed together 

As the family members are whipped. 

He smiles smugly against the bright royal background of wealth. 

No other man has as much money as he. 

He makes sure to drown them 

In rivers of lies and molten metal if they ever get close. 

Gold throne,

Gold room,

 Gold crown, 

And a golden life.

 Why would he ever complain?

 He has everything that he wants and needs. 

Yet he still wants more; he wants it all.

No matter who he crushes

 It doesn't matter, as long as he has all the best.

Always.

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A Demon's Mercy

(This is a post I did within a Forum. Tell me what you guys think!)

        The screams of the villagers of a small farming town echoed through the forest, right on the rim of the grasslands. The flames crackled as the rundown house burned within the raging heat. The smoke was seen in the sky for miles, smelling too sweet for the fact there were burning corpses. 

        Two children ran through the trees, breathing heavy. The elder sister held a baby close to her chest, while her younger brother ran in front of her. He kept glancing back time after time to make sure the beast wasn't following. Their bare feet were treated roughly on the forest floor. Rocks, thorns, and other things ripping their feet open, leaving a trail of blood droplets.

       “Keep running!” the boy, age ten, called to his sister. He was trying to be the man he needed to be. He wheezed a little, never having to run for his life before. He licked his lips, struggling with the burning sensation within his lungs. He tasted the salt of his sweat and even a little blood.

       “I’m running as fast as I can!” the girl, age fourteen, told him. The baby squirmed in her arm, and the girl tried to soothe the child. She knew if the infant started crying… it would all be over. The youthful female was so focused on the child that she missed the giant root in front of her and tripped over it. She slammed down and rolled on the ground, pulling the infant as close as she could. The wailing of the baby seemed to echo as the brother turned and forced his sister up.

       “Let’s go!” He tried to force her to run, but she let out a loud cry of pain. The boy looked down at his sister’s ankle and gasped at the twist, the blood, and the bone sticking out of the skin.

        “I can’t,” she cried. “I can’t. Take the baby,” she sobbed. She held the child out as the tears rolled down her face. “Take her and go!” the girl demanded.

        “I will never leave you!” he declared and refused to take the infant. He removed the overly big sword from his back and stood in front of her.

        “You will get us all killed!” his sister snapped. Her brother did not reply, trying to ignore the baby’s cry. He swallowed hard as he heard the sounds of running within the forest around him. He couldn't tell which direction the footsteps were coming from, as an eerie laugh bounced off the trees all around them. Soon it was all silent. All he heard was their breathing and the baby sobbing. He heard a muffled scream behind him He turned to look at his sister, only to come face to face with the demon and her piercing green eyes.

        “Boo,” Kiku smiled, blood dripping from her lips.

        “Ahh!!” He swung the sword this way and that, angling towards the demonic woman. She dodged by rocking back on her heels and caught the sword on it's next swing. She placed her finger to her bloody stained lips, slightly amused.

        “So, young boy. You think you can wield a sword like this? I’m embarrassed for you. This junk won’t do anything,” she said smugly.

        “Oh yeah!? Father told me that our family sword was made next to the mystical sword of Jerbral!” he exclaimed. “Our mighty sword will kill you just by touching it!” The kid really seemed to believe it. He grinned like crazy, waiting for the sword’s touch to send her away to hell. Kiku stared at the little boy nonchalantly, running a hand through her black hair. She had heard of the actual mystical sword of Jerbral before, somewhere; she just didn't remember where. She moved her thumb down the blade with a sigh.

        “I’m still standing,” she stated as she bent the sword all the way back. The boy stared with shock.  Kiku ripped the sword from the child’s hands, and threw it into the forest. He glanced up at the much taller monster with terrified eyes. The only hope he had was destroyed before him. The kid trembled and turned to run. The boy had forgotten his sisters and had only one thought… to rescue himself and live.

        “BROTHER!” The sister screamed, shaking with fright. “DON’T LEAVE ME!” Her brother didn't even look back. She shook and started to sob as she held the baby closer. Kiku's eyes grew black. The sister heard a shallow scream before the sickening sounds of someone being ripped opened. The young girl watched as shadows grabbed the boy’s arms and legs. The pieces of flesh, tissue, muscle, and even bone slowly ripped apart. The blood splattered everywhere as the two halves of her brother plopped to the ground. The girl felt sick and shut her eyes tightly as she quietly sobbed.

        “He betrayed you,” Kiku told the young woman as she knelt next to her.

        “SOMEONE! ANYONE! PLEASE!!!” she screamed in hysteria, thrashing around at the demon and at the baby with in her arms. The girl went to crush the baby’s throat as an act of mercy, but the demon stabbed her hand through the young female’s chest with her long and sharp nails. The young woman gasped as Kiku pulled out the young woman's heart and showed it to her. 

        "..This isn't my heart either, what a shame,” Kiku sighed. The girl fell forward and the baby roared loudly with cries. “How annoying,” she stated as she rolled the dead girl over. She raised her sword over her head, but she just stared at the leech-like infant. She went to stab it through the child but froze. “You didn't do anything yet,” the demon said softly.

        Her hands trembled and the small voice, she remembered from long ago when she was a child, whispered, “I’m scared. I don’t want to die.” Kiku growled quiet and lowly as she sheathed her sword. She placed her bloody hand over the baby’s mouth, quieting its awful noise. She hooked her nail within the blanket that the infant was in and grabbed the family sword as she stormed through the trees. She straightened the sword’s blade and carried the baby with her through the forest.

        She reached a path that travelers used and grabbed the infant’s blanket. She held the squirming and obnoxious baby to the tree and stabbed the family sword through the blanket into the tree. She stared at the child whose cries, for some reason, stopped. The baby stared at Kiku with big blue eyes.

        “Now fate will decide whether you live or die. Perhaps a traveler will see you and save you. They might take you to a village and take you to a church. Maybe a wolf will eat you, or a demonic army will march through. It’s up to nature to decide whether you live or die. Good luck, little one,” Kiku said gently, stroking the kid’s cheek. The baby’s face was almost completely covered in blood now. The infant made a gurgle noise. Kiku walked away from the path, and the baby stayed quiet like it knew it needed to be. “Clever baby; well played,” she chuckled as she faded away from the forest path. She headed towards another village; the home of the rumor she was reminded of by her prey. 

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A Mother's Fear

 (After watching a horror movie of a kid convincing his parents to go to a party on Halloween, and wind up being killed by something horrific, I had a thought. What does it feel like for a mother to lose her child after the kid convinced her to let them go?)

     A mother's wish for her children is for them to grow up to be the best they can be, and to be as happy as they can be. Now, I was a lot more strict when raising my baby boy than most parents are. I actually made sure he stayed on top of his school work, and kept him on the "narrow line". Any good mother has that day when her child says he, or she, hates you. I got that many times, but I smiled because I knew my son would thank me in the long run. No one wants to expect the worse to happen to their kid. In my case, however, I fretted about all the worst things that could happen to my darling.
    When my boy turned eighteen, I was the most nervous woman alive. Not only did he give me the "I'm an adult now!" speech, but he went on and on about this party he was going to go to. Back in my day, partying always involved the worst trash, drugs and alcohol. As a youth, I never found the whole partying, or the drug and alcohol thing, to be that fun. Of course, with this in mind, my son going to a party brought back these old images of debauchery.
   "Mom, you raised me better than that. Just trust me!" Those words struck a sour cord with me. I now wished they didn't. I allowed him to go with the trust I had within him. The truth of the matter was that I trusted him, but not the others around him.
   When I got the call, it was the worse day of my life. I rushed to the hospital just to be told I was too late. That party turned out to be a spot for a shooting. Apparently a boyfriend's girl broke up with him, and the guy just lost it. He came to the party and shot her dead, along with ten others. My son was included.
   When I got that news I didn't know what to think or do. I fell into a chair and stared blankly for a few minutes until I started to sob into my hands. How could I have known? I knew I couldn't, but I felt like the worst mother on the face of the planet. For weeks I couldn't eat. All I did was cry.
   Even to this day, it haunts me. The fact I allowed him to go, even though I knew all the right things to force him to stay home, I let him go.  I've been told by people that all things happen for a reason. "When it's time for someone to go.. it's time for them to go." I don't necessarily believe that. I can't stop thinking what would have happened if I stopped him that day. Would he still be with me now while accomplishing his dreams, or would he have ended up dead, either way?
   Being a mother wasn't hard. The choices decided that change your life and your child's life; that is what is haunting. No other fear could feel more terrifying than that of losing the one that means the most to you, until you actually do.

Tiny Announcement

I am going to start posting every other day. I want to start regulating my posts. :)

Let Me Be Me

What happens when you struggle

And can't seem to write

I want to grab my words and snuggle

But they escape me all night

Hard to believe in yourself sometimes

Harder with lost motivation

There will always be envious chimes
And that awful discrimination 

I only wish to be me, just me

Without assumptions

Being a female doesn't make me be

I still have functions

The only difference is I have a different part

Along with a different chemical

But I still have a brain and also that heart

So how about people cut technical

I wish people would not judge me

For what I look like 

Can we agree to disagree

And stop this sexist strike

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Falling Capricorn Fact #4

      Not going to spoil the end for you, but I will explain something. I ended my story the way I did because I was so caught up with the drama of the scene that I forgot one character. This one character knew exactly where Chris went and why. Out of that knowledge, I couldn't just let the book end there. I knew that Kat would not let my book end where I originally had wanted it to end either. I wonder what will happen next, because even I wasn't prepared. That's what I get for letting my character do what they want!

To My Beloved Readers

Dear readers

I struggle tonight

But no fright

I just need to write

Thanks for all the views

You all are my muse

And I would love reviews

The last line I wanted to rhyme

But nothing seemed to fit on time

So sue me if it's a crime

I love you all

For not letting me fall

So do not bawl

I will be here 

And never disappear

For you the seer

With these stories

Of untold quarries

And their mores

So you can forget

Any awful threat

That causes you fret

I am here for you reader

With each story leader

To be the seeder

Of the Medieval

Dangers of evil

 Started in the Primeval

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Guys, I Need Help

            So there are things I have noticed on other people's blogs that I am unable to do myself. Like the beautiful Facebook and Twitter buttons that I wish I had. I have a chat but I am unable to figure out how to get it on my page. There are buttons that I wished I could add to my blog. These are things that I want to know. (I remodeled my blog, tell me how you like it by the way.) I need some help figuring this stuff out. I could surely do research but I would like to hear what you guys have to say before I have to get into the confusing web. Lots of things in the web that can make something this simple (even if I have no clue what I'm doing) and turn it into a mess. Please, please, please help me out if you can! It'd be awesome!

Prompt #1 My Story Entry (WRITERS CHALLENGE!)

     So here is the one I decided to enter with. :)

     Sleet pinged against the dark glass of his car behind him. He covered his face as wind whipped the numbing cold air. The man looked up at an unlit path. An eerie howl screamed through the treetops. He knew he had trespassed against all reason and common sense, yet he walked into the forest. He bent against the storm, and moved forward to meet his nightmare face-to-face. His breath seemed to be louder than any noise that happened to make a sound, nearly stopping the blood in his veins as if trying to end the prolonging suffering. Could he really defeat the woman he failed to kill the first time? So many years ago, he remembered the blood and the flames. He had watched her body, along with the tiny children of their brethren, burn. The ashes were cold. All that remained was the power left by the blood he devoured that day. Greed had corrupted his very soul and haunted him with red-stained fingers. It pushed him forward; the man had done too much for any sort of atonement, so he continued walking. The deeper he reached within the trees, the thicker and darker it became. He was entering a monster’s world, a vampire world…their world. Whispering picked up from a shadow. His breath shook within his very core.  He felt himself grow heavier and slower.

    “Come play with us brother,” childish voices rang. His eyes looked around with a craze.  The muttering and giggling seemed to come from all around him. The words echoed with loving words and questions of “why” and “how". He covered his ears from such affectionate words. He wanted them to shut up; they brought regret. “Come play,” the voices stated in unison. “Come play, before the day,” they sang. A soft hum from the trees began their song.  He was pulled to the ground and curled up with his head in his knees. “Come play, before the day. Take the children and run away. Come play, before the day. Why did you stray, and take us away?” He couldn't take much more of it. To his relief, it suddenly stopped. He looked up and stared into the red eyes of a figure of darkness. No colors were present but the red of her eyes. The little evil girl stared with innocent eyes as she took his hand.

     “Why?” she simply asked.

     “Because I wanted power,” he told her with a smile. She stared before she wrapped around him. He started to sink. He gasped and struggled as the six other shadow children pulled him into blackness. He looked up at the sky to see Dark, his only living sister stand above him. “Please! Forgive me!” he shouted to her pale face. Her beautiful, green eyes stared down as she ran a hand through her long ebony hair.

     “Karma, my dear boy, karma,” she said just as darkly as her name. Only thing left to do was scream. It echoed through the air. 

The Seven Deadly Sins

Remember that Sloth poem I did and I said that I would be posting the post once he got it up? Here is seven authors, including myself, poems about the 7 deadly sins. Which one of the poems is your favorite? What sin do you suffer from the most? Me, it's Sloth.

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Sorry

I haven't been getting back into the swing and I am sorry. I have school work to catch up on from being sick. I am trying my best to catch up. :) I should have a post up later tonight.

Prompt #2: WRITERS CHALLENGE!! (Take 1)

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I used Prompt 2. This is one is too long. A shorter one is coming.

     The pain surprised her. She thought it would hurt less this time. Looking down, a tear fell from her cheek and disappeared into the pool of warm blood. She knew she would have to find somewhere to wash. This fight wasn't like the other ones she had to do as a ninja. Ninjas never cried for their murders. When past memories come back though, it never was pretty. When a sibling comes back from the grave and attacks, that just adds to the pain. The person was not a zombie. It was an actual, normal, perfectly functioning human,  ignoring the fact there was a monster inside.

    The girl never thought she would cause harm or destroy a whole village.  She was just curious and forgot the whole, “curiosity killed the cat” speech.  When the elders told the younger children of the village not to enter, what were they thinking was going to happen? That was just lighting up the forbidden room with a bright, red sign saying "enter" in blinking lights. Her elder sister, Taizai, warned her it was a bad idea to go snooping around in something that she knew nothing about. The girl should have listened. Now her sister was killed by the monster, then brought back as the monster’s host. Her sister was a perfectly functioning human body with a monster inside. She did what she had to do, the girl keep telling herself as she reached the village’s well. She had to get her sister’s blood off her hands. She had to. The longer it stayed on her flesh, the longer she felt like a traitor. As the girl leaned forward, the air turned cold. She turned around. A gasp escaped her lips as her sister stood up straight.

    “I told you it was me. Why are you attacking me sister? I know I should be dead but let me explain..,” Taizai started, but her sister shook her head.

    “You aren’t her! You’re a monster! I see the demon inside your dead-like eyes. Taizai had emotion. You don’t.” With that comment, she pulled out her sword from its sheath. She rushed forward and stabbed her own sister where her heart should be.

    “That only works so many times,” Taizai hissed as blood poured from the wound and her mouth. “Don’t make me have to kill you, dear sister.” The words were like poison.

    “Taizai would never talk to me like that!”

    “I would if you keep trying to kill me. Now, stop it. Let me explain what is going on!” There was no doubt to the girl that this was not her sister. She had no need to hear the demon’s lies.

    “I will kill you and free my sister, so she may rest in peace,” she growled as she removed her sword from Taizai’s chest and aimed for her neck. Her sister moved to the side before grabbing her giant star and jamming it deep into her stomach. The girl screamed in pain as the blade slid deeper and deeper into her. She struggled to break free, but either way she moved, it just caused the wound to deepen and grow wider. There was a sick sound of slurping of her sister’s blood.

     “I’m sorry, sister. Even though I can’t die like that… it still hurts none the less.” Taizai's words were gentle as she ripped her sister off the blade and threw her down the well. “I’ll be joining you,” she whispered as she placed her weapon on the ground. Taizai looked around for anything that was razor sharp to stab into her own weapon. Despite her efforts, everything she tried bounced off the sword. No matter how big or heavy, small or light, nothing could go through it. “How do I..?” she said to no one before realizing it was part of the curse. The bloodsucking monster was the demon. This explained why she could be stabbed so many times without dying.

     “I’ve given you immortal life, why do you attack me?” a voice rang from the middle of the weapon. An eye slowly opened within the small metal piece of the sword's middle. “I give you life, and you try to give me death? How come, weak human?”

     “I know the evil that lives within you. I killed my sister because of you. You are a demon, and demons must be slaughtered.” With that Taizai picked up the weapon. She walked over to the well and placed small explosives on both sides. She lit them before jumping into the well.

    “You fool! What are you doing?!” the voice exclaimed.

    “Giving you a feast before you die,” Taizai explained while falling. She knew that if she died the weapon surely would  die, as well. If that was not the case, the weapon would be buried among the rubble of the day. It would take months, and the demon would starve itself to death by then. She sank the blade into her body. The demon had no choice but to drink. There was a large explosion. The remains of Taizai's body splashed at the bottom.  Rocks and rubble followed to crush the sisters. All that remained was silence as the world turned, freed this day from evil's impending doom.

Sloth

Sloth

I would write you a letter

But that doesn't make me better

Depression is easy to fight

But why would I use my might?

They say that being numb is a state of mind

I just don’t care about the human kind

I could get up and live a day

But I’d just be in the way

The only thing I do is sleep

So I won’t start to weep

Someone says I should eat

I say that I’m too beat

People cry with love

I only stare above

There are the eyes of Sloth

And I embrace its troth

I did this poem for another author. I will be sharing his post on the seven deadly sins once he gets it posted.

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My Aunts and Mom Scare Me

       

       In a house with three crazy woman and nine children, including myself, things get pretty crazy. The only way to live and function is to prioritize your life. If not, normally you'd forget the important stuff like chores and homework. Not doing them and overall procrastination is not an option.
       My name is Grim. I guess you could say that I am the protagonist in this story. You see, even if we are human, there is something scary that goes on behind closed doors. It's a secret that I wish I didn't have to keep anymore. The quandary I face is that of something illegal. Do you want to know why I call the three adults in my life crazy? There is no escape to this quagmire.
       The reason why the only adults in my family are women is of a gruesome nature. Their men were trapped to have their skin peeled off their bodies. The meat was cut off their bones. The organs were placed in jars. Hair was used to tie things together. And lastly, the bones were pulverized into dust.
       I call them crazy because I am afraid. I had to watch such a terrible thing happen to my uncles and father. I'm afraid because being the only man in the family of twelve girls puts the odds against me. One day, they might decide to have me suffer the same fate.

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Caught

I'm stuck for life

Scarred and trapped

Caught in a web

Full of spiders

Who live for fiction

I'm forced to smile

When I want to cry

Caught in a nightmare

A place of no escape

Sins hang off me

While the walls haunt me

I feel hopeless

I feel cold

I feel their crawling

And I feel thorns

A million of pains

But only one hurts

Different yet indifferent

Locked in chains 

Caught all alone

And caught in lies

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Destroying My Own Heart

My heart was hanging by a thread

I locked my heart away

I used to be so happy

I used to offer my heart to others

I had so many threads keeping it up 

Then it all turned dark

I got so sad, so depressed

People started leaving me

Those who didn't cut the strings

The last thread was going to be cut
So I turned it into a chain

And somehow that made it worse

I cut the pain away 

And sawed the chain in half

My heart crashed to the ground

Shattered into tiny pieces 

And I winded up destroying myself

Blood Stain Child

           

            The wind hit my face with the feel like that of a soft hand. The flowers of the flowerbed were filled with bright and warm colors. I breathed in heavily, staring at the setting sun. I was like a slave there, but it felt great to even be alive. If it wasn't for them, I would be dead. I heard tiny footsteps and turned around to see who it was.

            "Demon!" My ears twitched and then stones fell onto me. I yelped holding my head down to block them. Again. I was called a demon, again. The word stung in my head. They repeatedly called me that, but what does it  even mean to be a demon? I looked the same as them, besides my cat ears, tail, and fangs. Other than that, I was like them.

            "Demon!" The name haunted me and echoed loudly in my head, with every heart beat and with every breath. I never talked to anyone and never defended myself, but something snapped for the first time. I found myself hitting one of the kids. I couldn't handle it anymore. The others yelped and tried to pull me off while I repeatedly placed my fist into the kid's face. I scared the others away by baring my fangs at them. I knew that I was different, but a demon? What does that mean?

            A gun shot  rang in the air which made the kids around me stop. I did not. I didn't stop until a yummy scent moved through the air. My hands were covered in it. A red liquid was pouring out of the young boy's mouth. This was the leader of the kids that always called me words. Tears fell out of the young leader's eyes while he coughed.

            "N-n-no m-more. P-p-please s-stay a-away. Y-you h-h-hurt m-me." The boy cried before closing his eyes and falling asleep. I slowly moved backwards off the kid with deep breaths. My master, I mean step-mother, came out screaming at the sight. She looked at me with her eyes wide. I must have done something wrong.

            The male who shot the gun, quickly picked up the boy covered in the sweet liquid. He shot a wary glare towards me before running off. The children ran behind him. Some looked back to give me a mean stare while others looked scared. My step-mother looked at me with fear in her eyes. My step-father came out, looking me over. He seemed terrified, too. He quickly grabbed me by my hair and pulled me into the house. It hurt, but then again, he always said that every time he did it, he was showing me love, so I smiled. Tough love would always hurt. I was thrown into my room, and the door slammed closed, like it always did. I smiled at the action. I must have done something right because they were treating me the same. Maybe I had done even a little better, for not getting yelled at or beaten.

            I looked at the red water on my hands. I quickly took a small lick. It tasted so good. I quickly licked my hands clean. I didn't know where the liquid had came from, but it was good none-the-less. 

            I sat in my room, smiling and thinking about what I was going to do tomorrow. I started looking at the things I had to do. I got the bright idea to work for a while before I went to bed. I opened my door and started down the stairs. It was weird that night, as it was darker than it usually was. I stopped at the last couple steps because I heard my name.

            "Kiku...she's a monster. Did you see what that cursed child did? That boy is still in the hospital. If she stays here, then she will kill us all," my step-mother said hysterically. Her whole voice was shaking. I pushed myself against the wall. What did she mean? I looked around the corner to get a better look. A small voice in my head laughed while I watched terrified. The only light in the room was from the fireplace. My step-mother held her head. It looked like she was going crazy. I looked at my step-father. He had the sword out which was one of his prized possessions. He used it when the pig was plump so that we could have bacon and ham. I eyed it in confusion. We didn't have any pigs at the moment. The long I stared, the creepier I felt. I could feel the hatred that was coming from him. 

             "Give a bad name to our family! She should be asleep! I'll kill her, and everything will turn out fine." I saw the way his eyes looked. I pushed myself closer to the wall. My eyes were like round stones while my body changed from frozen to shaking. A voice in my head grew louder. 

             "Either run, or kill them. Move. The fear is too great for you. You're weak," the voice hissed. It sounded like my own voice, just darker. Streams of tears raced down my face and dropped to the floor. I finally forced my body to move, but a wrong move it was. My body, to my horror, fell down the stairs. I picked myself up quickly only to be motioned to come to my step-father's side. I shook my head "no" as the tears rolled down. 

             "So you've been listening to the whole thing? This will make it easier," my step-father said as he stepped towards me with the sword raised. I moved up against the wall. I couldn't speak and only whimpered. "We never loved you, Kiku. You were just a slave, or does a puppet fit better? You're so stupid that you can't even talk," step-father declared. 

             "Get up and tell him that he was just a fool to take you in if they didn't love you," the voice boomed in my head. My eyes grew strong. I stopped cowering in the corner. I got up, took a mouth full of air, and then yelled. My small voice, for once in my life, was heard. 

             "You are a fool for taking me in if you didn't love me! I'm smart, smarter than you!! I'm not gonna die! I can't die! I will live! I must live!" my small voice screeched. My hands turned into fists with my hair covering my eyes. All there was to respond was silence. I looked up to see step-father moving the blade down. I quickly moved to the side at the sacrifice of my shoulder getting a deep cut. I stared at the familiar red that flowed out of the wound. Pain... the liquid...it was from pain. I felt woozy. 

              "Don't be afraid. Attack. Defend! Attack and defend!" the voice yelled in my head. My step-dad ran at me. He really had the intent to kill me if I didn't do anything...

              "No...no....stop....NO! STOP IT!" I sobbed as my nails grew long and sharp. I grabbed the sword and pulled him close before stabbing upwards. I closed my eyes and listened to the sick sound of my hand slowly sinking in his chest. The sword fell to the ground with a ring and my step-mother bursted into terrible screams. Red liquid poured out of the wound and rolled down my arm. I felt a squishy thing that was slowly moving and grabbed it. I held it as firmly as a child could and removed it from his chest. A crash rang through the room as step-farther's body crashed to the floor. A red, liquid pool quickly formed under the body when it hit the ground. I backed up quickly and stared at the thing that moved in my hand. It continued for a few moments before stopping, forever. As soon as it stopped, I felt anger rise. I squashed it in my hand causing an explosion of red everywhere. I released my hand and the squishy, now flat thing, fell out of my hand. My eyes stared at my claws shaking. 

              "So much blood! Stop the bleeding! His heart! She removed it!" Step-mother gasped, running to his side and panicking with an insane look on her face. She put her hands on the gaping hole in his chest. She started to wail. I stared at my claws. 

              "B-blood," I whispered to myself. I quickly put a hand over my mouth trying not to throw up. That stuff that I licked off my hands clean had came from pain. It came from inside people. That liquid I loved the taste of so much was that in which we all need to live. I fell on my knees. 

              "You've seen enough blood. I'll take care of the rest," the voice in my head chuckled. I held my head because of the stabbing feeling within it. This pain in my head was the voice's doing, and I just knew it. I watched while my body listened to the voice. My body felt heavy at first, but then suddenly something took the heavy feeling away. It hurt so much that I wanted to scream until nothing came out. I even tried to, but I couldn't. Nothing would come out. My body wouldn't listen to me. My voice wouldn't listen to me. The only thing listening was my own thoughts. Even then, they didn't do anything. I watched the village die by my own small hands.

Pockets Full of Treasures

      "Run!" I snapped with my pockets full of treasures. Sparkling gems, golden coins, gorgeous jewelry, silk clothes, and all sorts of interesting and mysterious objects weighted me down, but I had to keep running. I had to run as fast as my long legs could go. The only thing I worried about was to make sure I didn't lose my treasure. 

      "Lapis, slow down!" Azura called behind my back. I slowed down with a long sigh and waited for her to catch up. She could see every escape route possible, but that didn't help if you couldn't keep the momentum to get away. 

      "Pick up the pace. They are going to catch us if we slow down! Get moving, damnnit!" I snapped at her as I heard the shouts of the guards. We had gotten to the treasure first, and it wasn't fair for them to try taking it from us. Azura yelped at the sound of gunshots and the metal beads zooming past us. Some stuck into the walls and the stone floor under us. "Don't stop," I commanded. Little sister followed my order.

      "Turn to the right!" sister shouted, and we both skidded into the right arch way that we quickly approached. Both of us jumped into the knee deep water. I pulled myself into the speed boat.

      "You get the treasure?" one of our friends, Niall, asked with a grin. Azura nodded her head as I pulled her up into the boat. "They said yes!" Niall called to his twin brother, Cian. Cian gave us a sly grin before he started the motor. I took a deep breath before Niall took my hands in his, and his lips brushed against my cheek. "We are going to be rich!" he cheered. I blushed, bashfully. 

      "Of course, they didn't stand a chance," Azura stated, boasting our adventure. My lips stayed sealed as I didn't want to jinx us quite yet. 

      "Hell yeah!" Cian cheered like his brother before a loud bang filled our ears. 

      "Lapis!" Niall exclaimed as I dropped to the boat's floor. 

      "Is she alright!?" Cian's voice cracked. He couldn't do much but steer the boat though he sounded like he wanted to leave the wheel. Azura cried in distress and was to my side in an instant. I winced, feeling a sharp pain just below my lungs. Moving a hand to where the pain was, I found my hand being painted the color red. I stared at the blood that rolled down my hand from just a simple touch of my hand. 

      "Oh god Lapis! Don't die on us!" I heard Niall sob. He took a hold of my other hand as Azura applied pressure to the wound. I felt exhausted. Soon my world became black. I felt Niall's lips on mine, and heard Azura blubbering. The last thing I remembered was their screams and their depressing cries. I wondered if I was going to die. 

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Deadly Betrayal

My heart aches and my eyes tear

Not that they ever cared to hear

Never did they offer an ear

Only completed my deepest fear

I let her read a rhyme

That she easily broke in time

What they did should be a crime

He stole what I thought was mine

Broke my poor little heart

Why wasn't I smart?

Now all we are is apart

Don't expect me not to cry 

When all I did was fucking try

And all he promised was a lie

She's not any frickin' better

Not guiltless like a feather

Feel bad as I'm under the weather

While you are happy in your leather?

I scream dejected

And now feel rejected

She cries words of caring

But I watched staring

The blood stains of his heart

She is done playing her part

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What a Shot

 

    "NOOOO!!" The little girl kicked her small legs as she screamed her head off. The child's golden locks bounced this way and that as the kid fought against her mother who was dragging the young lady. The girl grabbed at the slippery white walls. She hated this place, and it's scent of being "too" clean. Sick people were everywhere. The child had a gut feeling that they shouldn't be here.
   "It's not like anyone is dying! Wait, they are going to kill me!" the girl thought frantically.
   "Oh, calm down," the mother's wary voice entered the child's ears.
   "NOOO!" she screeched again in terror as the girl tried to pull against her mother's firm grip. People in the purple and white clothes looked over at the scene, but were far too busy to be concerned for her cries of panic.
    The child whimpered, passing room after room, until they reached the scary witch. The woman was covered in purple with evil, dark eyes and sharp teeth. She was short and fat like a troll. She tried whispering sweet and calming words, but the girl would not fall for it. She knew the demon's plan. The woman was going to stab the child with that needle in her claw-like hand, and add some type of liquid into the girl's body. The girl knew it would hurt. She yelled for someone to help her but no one came to save her.
    "OW!" the girl yelped with blurry eyes. She whined like a hurt puppy for a few moments before the pain subsided.
     "That wasn't so hard, now was it?" the woman in purple asked as she placed a band-aid on the child's tiny wound. "Now, here you go sweetie," the witch said before holding out the most wonderful sight. The girl rubbed the band-aid, then eyed the rounded treat carefully. It was either what she thought it was, or a ball of poison attached to a stick. She decided to take it, and slowly placed it into her mouth.
      "Yum!" the girl giggled. She headed to the door as a delicious flavor of cherry dripped in her mouth. Who knew a sweet treat could make everything better within an instant?

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I Don't Think About You

          It was the same game, and the same routine. A man slowly walked down the beach street. Girls stopped to practically drool at the mysterious black-haired hunk with rippling muscles that shined in the sun. His blue eyes could see right through a woman’s soul. Nearly the entire female population wanted him, but that’s what made most girls boring. That was until he met his brother’s girlfriend.

         “There he is,” his brother told a girl with ebony hair. The woman looked at her artistically painted nails before rolling her brown eyes.

         “Told you this was a bad idea,” was all she said. The man walking towards them smirked, running a hand through his hair as he got closer to them.

         “Hello, Brian. Who is this gorgeous goddess?” the approaching man asked. The woman scoffed and raised her right pierced eye brow. His brother, Brian, put an arm over the woman’s shoulder and laughed.

         “This is Jigger,” Brian told him. "You can call her Jig". 
          The man looked the woman up and down. In her black bikini, the woman’s body had to be nothing but a ten. He observed every detail. Her black hair was up in a bun which gave Jig an educated look with the glasses she wore. The swirled black tribal tattoo across her right shoulder and down her entire left leg complimented her figure. A dragon wrapped up the female’s left ear with a nose piercing on the right side. Her brown eyes were deep and full of pain.

         “Nice to meet you Jig,” he said charmingly. Jigger looked away nonchalantly.

         “Yeah, yeah. Same from me to you,” she muttered. The girl didn't seem very happy that he was there. “We have a place set up for you,” the woman added.

         “I have to get to work, so Jigger will be taking you there and showing you around,” the man's brother explained to him. “We will discuss what you did later,” Brian added darkly before nodding and winking to Jigger as he headed towards his car.

         “Of course brother,” the man said politely before watching Brian walk off. He stood next to Jigger for a few minutes.

          "Follow me,” Jig turned on her bare feet and headed down the beach sidewalk. The man shrugged and followed after her while enjoying the view of her hips swaying. It took them a good hour to reach a beach house. Not one person was in sight. That was good. Jigger opened the door for the man and allowed him to walk in, before following in after him and closing the door.

          “My brother sure knows how to pick the pretty abandoned places. Makes me wonder what he does outside his job, ya know?” Jig nodded her head dully.

          “So, what do we do? While waiting for him I mean…” he trailed off as Jigger placed a black trench coat over her before walking over to the bed. She sat down with a hand in her pocket and crossed her leg over the other. The female smirked at him.

          “Whatever you want.” The female shrugged. That only meant one thing to the man, and that was he scored. In moments he had her pushed down onto the bed and ran a hand down her chest. A chuckle escaped Jig’s lip as the male did such an act.

          “Well, then we both know what I want then,” he whispered in Jig’s ear, nibbling it. A smile was on the woman’s lip as he felt her chest. She turned around so that her body was on top of him, and felt down his abs in return.

          “Want to know what I want to do to you?” Jigger asked him. The man wanted to hear her steamy words. He nodded his head.  Jigger moved one hand across his crotch before a gun shot rang in the air.

          “What were you thinking?” A voice whispered in the air.

          “Got revenge for you.” Jigger stood up taking her other hand out of her trench coat where the gun was concealed. She turned to the man who stood at the door. His pointy, sculpted black hair glimmered blue in the light. It was Spike.

          “How much longer are you going to keep this up?” he asked her as he approached her. The man went right through her to the body that laid dead. Spike examined the gunshot that made a hole under his chin and out the top of his head. The bullet was jammed within the headboard.

         “Until those who messed with your car are all dead,” she snapped. Spike turned with a frown. The tall,  lanky man walked up and placed his hands over her shoulders. His fingers felt so warm and real. She closed her eyes and swallowed hard.

        “You are going to get yourself killed.”

        “Then maybe I won’t need to be protected and haunted by you. Either way…” she trailed off as she felt his arms fade. She turned to him. “I love you!” she yelped. Spike sighed but nodded his head to her.

        “Me too,” he said before disappearing. She shut her eyes as tears rolled down her face. She cut the tears short and left the bullet which had "Jig" carved into it. It was her calling card. They would all pay the price of cutting Spike’s brakes and almost killing both of them. Strangely enough, killing was the only thing that mattered in her life, anymore.

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Plea from a Friend

 

     I can't help but adore you humans. You tattoo us with those pens, pencils, markers, paint and all those other creative tools you have made to make us beautiful. We are transformed into gorgeous pieces of work, from funny little heart doodles to a realistic drawing of your best friend.  You decorate us with that fancy lettering of yours to detailed and emotional writing. We even share your brilliance in those educated papers for school, or for your boss. Sure, sometimes you make a mistake. You might erase too hard and rip us, or crumple us up with a miscued start of a creation. The thing is we still enjoy seeing, listening, and showing the world your work. If I had one thing to ask of you, it would be to not throw away a blank, bare one of us. Doodle, create something, start something amazing, and then go throw us away. We would rather go out stylish and filled with something, rather than being plain and boring. It's the least you can do in exchange for all the things we do for you. We keep your secrets between friends, and share what you want to say when the spoken words don't quite form right. Please, please, oh please: don't just crumple one who hasn't experienced this system of art. Keep us, even if you don't like it. You never know, we might be able to make you smile on a cold and rainy day.

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Perspective of the 'Weird' Girl

Perspective of the 'Weird' Girl

A careful and quiet creature

Always on the look out

Some say strange

Others say paranoid

But this creature is not

Only protecting her ideas

She is no longer broken 

From cheating lovers

To lying gossip

She knows how the world sees her

She knows they won't listen

Even if she decided to speak

So all she does is sit

Holding her inspirational tongue

Smiling at the insults

From people who don't receive love

And she trembles

When asked to speak

Because she learned the game

She didn't mind last place

But the world won't understand

So she sits all alone

The careful girl...

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Twist Of A Knife

     An easy twist of a clean unstained knife. That's all it would easily take in a sweet and bloody plot to lead him to his demise. I could taste pending death in the harsh, cold air. I wiped the sweat off my face before biting my lip to hold back a smile of pleasure. I softly snickered at the thought. Sadistic tendencies were turning this feeling of his close end into a sexual urge to accomplish. The fiery, passionate, hate raged through my veins causing my own hormones to rage. Just the idea of it all was almost enough to reach a climax. I clenched on the sharp, cold metal inside my coat pocket. My own blood rolled down my hand. It reminded me of why I was here.
      I definitely don't let people get away with disrespect. He thought HE could get away without a scratch. Oh no. It was only a matter of time, and now...it was his time. My stress was about to decrease. I got a sweet, innocent smile on my lips. I saw the boy at his locker, and heard him sigh with boredom. My eyes struggled to hide the excitement while my soft, childish voice spoke to the pig.
      "Hiya!" The unknowing victim didn't seem to notice the fake cheerfulness in the air. He looked at me, growled, and then slammed his locker shut. He ignored me and walked away. I screamed in my head at that man's disrespect, but I remained in character. Giving a hurt tone that made it nearly fool-proof. "Hey! I'm talking to you!" He stopped and snapped his reply.
      "What do you want you heartless, emo bitch?" My fist grew tighter around the sharp object in my pocket. This rudeness showed he hadn't learned how to talk to a lady.
      "I came to say I am sorry. I'm so cruel," I said softly, slightly guilt-tripping him. I saw his eyes soften. I hope all men are not so easily tricked by a woman speaking softly. I batted my eye lashes as he got a smug look on his face. He gently moved the hair out of my eyes, placing a hand to my cheek. This was the reason I hated most men. A woman looks helpless, and they try to take advantage of you.
      "Oh really?" he spoke condescendingly while looking into my eyes. It almost made me sick. He thought he had won, but he was so wrong. Only one winner would be left standing. It would be me. He will be punished severely.
       "I'm sorry." A fake tear dripped from my right eye. Such a wonderful acting trick. He examined me up and down, like I was a piece of meat to a dog. I felt dirty as his eyes roamed my hour-glass body, but my eyes and lips did not falter. I was busy picturing how I would do it. A sigh escaped my mouth as his words echoed in the hall.
      "So, you agree you were wrong?" My eyes immediately sharpened as I looked straight into his eyes and his soul.
      "Of course not!" I giggled. A twisted, huge grin appearing on my lips. He seemed unaffected as he leaned against the locker.
      "Then why are you saying sorry?"
      "I'm sorry for this. Actually, I take that back. I'm going to enjoy this way too much," I replied. I lunged at him before he could even react. I pulled the knife from it's hiding spot and plunged it into his chest. I made sure to miss all his vitals on purpose.
      "W-what!?" he gasped, screaming in pain. It was such a lovely sound. I watched him as he slammed to the floor.
      "So, what? You think I'm some weak, little whore?" I questioned him before laughing. I grabbed the crawling boy by his hair and pulled him up. I slammed him into the locker and pinned him with his back against it; holding his hands above his head. "You should know better than to be disrespecting a woman!" I hissed with venom dripping off my words. I removed the knife and pushed him back into the ground. I sat on top of him. He screamed like a hyper school-girl. He was pathetically weak for a man. I carved "pig" into his back with the knife. I made sure I was nice and deep in his flesh, too. "No one can hear you," I whispered in his ear, mockingly. He screamed again, and this time I joined in with the scream.
      My prey was trapped. I used my foot to roll him over and slashed his eye as he tried to grab for me. The shock of pain caused him to curl up with his hands over his left eye. Only the right eye remained out in the open. I sunk the metal into it, but only a tad. It wasn't enough to reach his brain, but enough to allow me to pull out his eye. He sobbed eyeless, screaming and screaming as he bled all over the tile.
      "Oh boo-hoo! She took my eye, she took my eye!" I laugh before jabbing the blade straight in the middle of his throat. He started to struggle to breath. He looked so damn helpless that it was adorable.
      "H-h-h-help," he begged in a rough and scratchy tone.
      "No," I coldly stated. I clenched onto the dagger and pulled it to the side with all my might. It slid out the side of his neck. His begging and pleading stopped abruptly.
      Silence ran through the hallway. I watched his head hang to the side, as it was still connected halfway. I knelt next to him and lifted his head up with blood spraying all over the place and on me. It was amazing how much blood the human body contains. I lick the blood on his face before kissing him roughly on the lips. After the kiss, I released his head.
      "You know, you're better looking like this," I giggled. I continued speaking to the dead man as I reach ecstasy from staring at the dead body. I couldn't control myself. "To finish my work," I whispered maniacally once I calmed down. I skinned a part of him and smirked at the bloody notebook paper. I started to cut a message into the skin thoughtfully.
      This was not a crime. It was a heavenly judgement. He raped and abused the wrong girl this time. I did a service. I was never caught with this murder. Amazing isn't it? It's like the heavens were protecting me. The words I carved into my new flesh testament said "I know your sins." Then I wondered; how many people are next?

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A Gun and A Bible

         Alexis stepped into Hope's room. She quickly felt cold and empty. Sadness kicked in, like it always did, when she entered Hope's room. The walls were completely bare and snow white. There were no windows, or anything that would allow natural light in. Only the buzzing strobe lights above, and the lamp on her night table illuminated the room. It felt almost mocking and intimidating, like Hope herself. Alexis sighed as shivers ran down her spine. She heard a zooming-in kind of noise, and looked up into the middle of the room to see a camera. She stared at the blinking red light remembering what they were. Alexis and Hope, both, would always be monsters. 

         Alexis turned to the right to try and shake the thought. She jumped back, startled by her own reflection. A long and large mirror stood attached to the wall from the ceiling to the floor. She felt haunted by the image of herself staring back, and dropped to the hard tilted floor. It was so dull and blank. She wondered how anyone could live like this. How could Hope live like this?

        "All I need is a bed, clothes, a pen, a notebook, and a place to put things." Hope's cruel voice sunk into Alexis's soul as though she had just read her mind. Hope sat down on her soft, yet firm bed. The sheets crumpled under her like the pressure on Hope's shoulders. Alexis glanced over her shoulder towards the black bed and night stand. 

        "Then what's the gun for?" Alexis asked, turning to face Hope. She walked over to the dresser, close to the foot of the bed, and explored it with her fingertips. She collected some dust from the crystal figures that stood on top of it. Hope looked at her night stand. 

       "To shoot my prey. What else is a gun used for other than killing?" Hope smirked. She picked up the ten millimeter pistol and loaded the rounds into it. Alexis swallowed hard as she looked at one of the crystal figures that glowed a deep and dark red. The wolf-like figure had it's fangs bared, staring back at her. 

       "And the Bible?" Alexis picked the glass figure up carefully and grabbed the bible from under it before she placed the wolf back down. 

       "Some sap said that 'God' will help me. I'm just waiting for a day to burn it," Hope hissed while Alexis held it close to her chest. "If 'God' could save me, then he already would have. If 'God' is our 'Father', then we are orphans. We are monsters. That's all we are, now, to him." Alexis sighed. It was true. That was exactly what they were but...

      "For someone named Hope, you aren't very faithful or hopeful," Alexis said quietly. 

      "Because I know reality," Hope countered. "We will both die as government weapons, and that's all there is to it. No 'God' or hero is going to come and save us. We are suppose to be the heroes, and heroes don't have others coming to save them." Alexis looked down. 

      "You don't mind if I keep this?" she asked. 

      "Do what you want. Now leave, I hate when you walk in here without my permission," Hope commanded. Alexis nodded and hurried her way out. She felt such pity for that woman. She wondered if anything good would happen to Hope, but she knew that would be highly unlikely. 

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