She rose. Surprisingly not wet. Wet with blood. Her red Hollister jack kept her warm as Spring just started to peek around the corner. Her bare feet screamed at her. Screaming for boots. Or at least socks. When the cold finally hit her, she jumped and shrieked. She hovered above the ground, then slowly drifted to another patch of ice. But this time, the ice melted beneath her feet and left her navy jeans soaked... as well as a burnt patch of grass. Her eyes widened till you could see their full, crystal blue- the full blue of her shocked eyes. She backed up against a tree, which started to crumble beneath her touch. She spun around to find... a fully alive tree.

Well how could that be possible? I felt it crumble! She thought.

She touched the tree again and it burned to a pile of ashes- leaves dead and fell off; branches shrinking to nothing; bark blackening. She stared down at her hands with fright. When she turned to walk away, she found a trail of green foot prints going straight to her. Grass- the cause of the green- sprouted out of each one. She stopped. She tried to think of what she remembered about herself. All she knew was the name the moon had given her- Adelaide Ash. She knew nothing more, nothing less. She looked at her surroundings, seeing if she knew the area and if anything would 'flood back memories'. She saw woods. And more woods. And the clearing in front of her. She jumped up to fly around to see if there was anything more. She spotted a brick house with brown shingles and a chimney. She flew down to it, and a wooden nativity scene was placed in front. She reached down to touch baby Jesus, when a second glance at the house made it look... oddly familiar.

She flew in. She looked around. It seemed... abandoned? She looked at the other rooms. All very bland and boring. One seemed to have drawings on its blue dry walls. They were stick figures, and looked of that of a toddler. In the corner was a name. It read:

Drawn By: Adelaide and Mary

Adelaide recognized Mary. Every memory of her came back. The memory of her pale face and shocked expression came back, too- the fire consuming the little girl. Adelaide's heart raced. It raced so fast she thought it would explode. Her eyes were as big as saucers, and were filled with dread. She dashed around the house, looking frantically.

"Mary! Mary? MARY!?" She cried.

She reached a room with a glass chandelier. It was dead, which was no help with the lighting. There were two coffins, each reading a name. One read "Peter Ash" and the other was read as "Lucy Ash". There was a paper next to the coffins, which she picked it up and hastily read it. She set it down. She started to cry. She began to ball. She looked around the room. There were ash marks around the room. She placed a hand next to it, and it left a burnt hand print. She realized what had happened... she killed her family. And herself. And now, for some reason, she lived. She kneeled down and cried. She cried so hard she screamed.

And with that scream came destruction. It wiped out the entire house and a row of trees. There was no evidence of anything ever being there. It was all dust, now.

She flew to a near by town. There was a group of kids running to a ski slope, at least according to their clothing. She flew to a sitting man. His hair was grey, and was mainly covered by a brown leather hat. He had a cane beside him, as well as a tin can. She waved her hand in front of his old, grey eyes.

"Do you know where I am?" She asked desperately. He didn't flinch. She snapped her fingers in front of his gaze. Still, no results. "Are you blind? Are you deaf? Can you not hear me?"

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he stood up. He opened his mouth to talk, and she thought he was finally going to help her. "Thank you, sir. That is so very ki-" She collapsed in on herself, gasping for breathe. He had walked through her. She was a ghost. Nobody saw her. Nobody heard her.

She was all alone.

On the other side of town, a girl with black hair and white skin pushed herself up. She knew exactly who she was. She was Bloody Mary. Supposed to be the 'Assistant of Life' or whatever the moon had said. She didn't care. She wanted to get revenge on the guy who killed her and her family. He would pay- he killed her sister. Finally, she found him. She recognized his every detail. His distant, yet furious gaze, spiky brown hair, and yellow tinted skin.

She cracked her knuckles, knowing the extensions of her powers. She stepped behind him, and he stared at her. "Who are you?" He asked gruffly. Then his eyes widened as she stabbed him in the back with her finger. A blackness spread till it covered his entire body, when it crawled back to it's owner, the man fell on the ground, now paralyzed.

"If he can see me, he knows death," She stated, walking away from the scene. "And from what I know- if you know death, you fear it."

Bloody Mary realized what she could do with this power. She could be feared by all- the ability to make all suffer was a wonderful gift. People would bend before her will, fearing that she would hurt them. Suddenly she knew every sin and crime anyone had ever did. She cracked her knuckles. She touched a nearby tree, and it got dried out like a sponge. She nodded. She touched as many trees as she could, just out of pure fun. The poison started to spread amongst the forest. She laughed.

Grinning, she said, "Let`s get to work."

And... it has been edited!

Not much- if you are thinking, 'she didn't update this at all.' I did, but barely. That's that explanation.

So I'm doing as I said- because I don't like going back against my word.

So I hope you enjoyed that (as little as it changed)

If you have any 'ooh-you-should-adds' in mind, please tell!

have a great day- and God bless! 😁