Broken
Myra Moore walked to school feeling more tired than usual; the night before was really busy and she was asked to stay behind to clean up the restaurant she worked at. The clean took to at least 2:00 a.m. and when she was finally done with her homework it was already five and she had to get ready for school. Now her deep blue eyes were over shadowed by heavy eyelids, and her golden brown hair was still rolled inside her hair clip from last night. She was lucky to even have her uniform the top looking like a sailor shirt with blue flaps on top and the rest of the blouse white and a blue skirt that went just below the knees.
She had to work late again tonight as well, Myra sighed. I hope I'll have enough time to sleep tonight, she said to herself. I don't know how much more of these late nighters I can take. When she reached the school's gate she paused. The school grounds were quiet, too quiet. Normally her classmates and the other students would be talking and goofing around, completely socializing. Myra looked down at her watch, it was only seven-forty! Class doesn't start 'til eight...so where are all the kids?
Myra walked up to the school doors, feeling dread weighing down in her stomach as she opened the doors. Her eyes widen at the silent hallways, she passed the principals office and notice his door was a jar. She took the door handle and pulled the door completely open, her eyes widen in shock. The whole room had been ransacked! Papers had been thrown about, filing cabinets were overturned, drawers from the principal's desk were flung everywhere and all their contents with it. One of the papers at her feet showed one of the circles used for alchemy, which-of course- had been used for the test yesterday. She walked toward the desk only to notice a pool of blood forming behind it. Her eyes widen as memories flashed through her mind-
the beatings, pain, and blood as she tried to crawl away. Her hands were covered in her own blood, tears and sobbing.
-Her knees trembled and her legs could no longer support her as she fell to the ground, staring in horror at the blood behind the desk. Her breaths came in sharp and ragged, as she ran out the door and down the hall. As she ran into the first classroom, her foot splashed in the pool of blood. Her eyes widen in shock at the frozen terrified faces lying in their own blood, the shock plunged into her stomach, spooling out of her mouth as she puked the contents of her stomach onto the floor. Tears overflowed her eyes as she backed out of the classroom.
"My, my," Myra jumped at the familiar man's voice. She whirled to face-to her surprise-the principal in all his glory, bathed in blood. "Seems we've had a late comer."
"YOU did this!" she shouted in horror. "Why? I thought it was your goal to make the students lives better and that they help made your life better. Why did you kill them!" Tears flooded her eyes and spilled over her cheeks. The principal gave the most evil smile to Myra's horror as he pulled out the already bloody knife. She bolted to the doors only to be kicked in the face by a black heel, sliding across the floor unconscious.
Lust stepped towards the girl, her full, red lips pulled into a nasty smile as she extended her fingers into blades.
"I was begging think this walls and floor were going to remain colorless," She said, raising her arm. "But it looks like we have fresh paint after all!" She got ready to slash the girl.
"Lust wait," The principal said. She stopped, looking at him with an annoyed frown as red lightening flashed over him revealing a young man with green hair and violet eyes, wearing a tight, black tank top with black skorts. He gave a nasty smirk. "Why don't we save our toy for later?"
Lust smiled, her red-violet eyes gleaming as she brushed her black, wavy hair out of her face.
"Hmm, sounds interesting," She said, obviously enjoying the idea, turning to a dark round figure behind them. "What do you think, Gluttony?"
The fat, little man, walked out into the light sucking on his finger.
"Can I eat her?" He asked.
"No, Gluttony," Lust stated coolly. He huffed and moaned but remained silent. She turned to the man with a wider smile.
"I guess that answers your question," She said smirking. "Envy." His eyes danced with malice as he scooped up the unconscious girl into his arms, bridal style. His wicked smile widen.
"Good, I've been wanting to have a little more fun before we do the killing again," He said, chuckling.
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