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Art of Suicide
Chapter 1

Faith Charity Amity breathes in deeply and out heavily, the crowd in front of her watch carefully, their dreamily analyzing eyes makes her skin crawl in annoyance. What could make her so interesting?

She begins singing softly, the lightly classical music playing along with her words, and her friends behind her adding their words.
"The art of suicide, nightgowns and hair
Curls flying every which way
The pain too pure to hide
Ridges of size
Meant to conceal lover's lies

Under the arches of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy to contemplate why, why
Why live a life
That's painted with pity and sadness and strife
Why dream a dream
That's tainted with trouble and less than it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem or another sad song to sing
Why live a lie
Why live a lie"
She slowly makes her way to a wheel chair and push the chair forward, as she sings the song with so much emotion, it sways the crowd in a trance. The melancholy song plays imaginary stories in her head, as if she has been in the old times before. Sadly, she has not.
Faith stands up slowly beginning to dance with the other two companions, swaying their hands and body along with the song.
"The art of suicide, gritty and clean
Conveys a theatrical scene
Alas, 'I've gone' she cried
Ankles displayed
Melodramatically laid

Under the arches of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy to contemplate why, why
Why live a life
That's painted with pity and sadness and strife
Why dream a dream
That's tainted with trouble and less than it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem or another sad song to sing
Why live a lie
Why live a lie"- Art of Suicide, Emilie Autumn.
As the song ends, the crowd applause her until they begin to beg for another song. Faith smiles gracefully and the lights shut off as she opens her mouth to sings lowly, "Carousel" by Hanna Furry. The two begin to dance rhythmically to the song, Faith twirls in her ivory dress with a red ribbon, she pushes her emotions through her aching heart and out her painted lips.
"I would have loved to see you grow old, friend
I would have loved to know you 'till the end
I would have loved to see you smile again
I would have loved to watch you turn grey
I would have loved to have just one more day
But all I know is that you've gone away
But I swear that I can hear you say"

Silence fell suit after she finishes the song, the crowd awestruck as they watch her wordless, mouth agape. Their unable to figure out what has caused these new emotions had come from, the aching sorrow slits through their skin straight to their souls. The crowd steps up from their seats and step slowly towards her, their eyes hauntingly weeping eternally.
She backs away from them as she begins to feel the claustrophobia, she turns on her heels and dashes out of the tent straight to her own abode near the riverside. She slams the door shut and slides to the ground with tears streaming down her face.
Faith crawls to her bed on the floor and collapses on it, she grips her satin sheets tightly, feeling her own tattoo skin stretching, her jagged canine teeth piercing her painted lips drawing small dribbles of blood.
"Oh god, what...what did I do?" she whispers out, the hands begin to bleed from her scarred wrists.
Her blood runs cold as the fear begins to writhe and crawls to the surface, she couldn't stop the scream tear through her crimson lips. She succumbs to the sleep within her, not noticing the furry white tail next to her.
As Faith wakes, she climbs out of bed and wraps her wrists securely. The throbbing sensation in her head pound painfully, she grips her head as she shuts her eyes tightly. "Ugh.. what in the world?" she whispers, her voice hoarse from earlier.
The tent door opens revealing in older woman in a cloak with a key in hand, she holds a hand carve cane tightly. She coughs weakly, whilst smiling softly. "Faith, my dear...sweet child, you need to get out..of here...They found us, they found you." she states in a whisper, she pulls out a lovely small crystal necklace from her cloak and passes it to Faith.
"Maggie...I-I can't, they're here? No...We have to get out of here!" Faith orders, grabbing Maggie by the forearm.
Maggie never once lost her kind smile, all she did in return is shake her head. "I cannot go, you need to. I'm too old and frail, I'll only slow you down...but please" she lets out another rusty cough and continues in a strained voice. "You need to leave, hun. That necklace...it will protect you.. my great-grandmother passed that to me..I never had children...So I'm passing it to you, my dear child"
Faith holds the necklace dearly to her heart, feeling the crystal hum to life beneath her fingertips. Quickly as she can, she packs her bags and grabs her violin, darting out the door with Maggie in hand." No, shut up. You're going with me, Courteney, Macey! Where are you?" She calls out, hoping to hear her friends reply.
The screams of terror echo in the night, the tents burning around her catching everything on fire. She pulls Maggie behind her in the shadows away from the cursed fire, the two performing women burst from the burning tent with blood splattered on their skins, creating their perfect murdering wenches.
"We need to leave, now!" Faith demands, the fire in her eyes burning intensely.
The two murdering wenches nod before noticing old Maggie, they understood what Faith is doing. Maggie was and is a mother to them all, forgetting her behind is like a sin to them.
"Come let us leave now...mother-Noo!" Faiths shouts jumping back in surprise as six arm Jamaican Jakanna falls in front of them dismembered. Her eyes are missing from the sockets, the scene making the women's stomachs churn.
They keep their mouth shut, moving on from the disheartening scene. Every direction they went, they heard the gut wrenching screams from the campsite. The panic in each of them are clawing to escape, but they had to stay strong or they will be found.
"I'm glad these freaks are dead, but where the fuck is Elizabeth? She's somewhere!" a voce booms in the distance.
Faith feels her heart beat harder against her ribcage, the memories of her past beginning to come alive once more. She couldn't believe the found her.
"Elizabeth come out, please come out. Daddy wants to play with you!"

Faith clenches her fists tightly causing them to pale. She glances around the campsite, they are nearly out of here. She clings to the hope that still holds a tight grasp on her.
"Co,e on, lets...ahhh!" she lets out a terrified scream as somebody jumps in front of them, she stumbles back with eyes wide in horror.
Her brother stood before them covered in blood and guts, his square build and dark hair creating a gothic look, his own depressing attire makes her sick to her stomach.
"Hey, Dad! I found Elizabeth, she made friends with these freaks!" he calls out loudly, gaining the older man's attention.
Another man with slick back hair and trashy clothing walks out of a tent, his face full with a ragged untamed beard. He appears living in a van or box.
"Jeez, Elizabeth. You look like a whore in that dress, I don't fucking understand you or your dumb mother. Now be a good girl and get over-"she screams angrily, cracking her knuckles as the moonlight shines on her from the sky behind.
"Girls...I hope the legend is real..Ummm.. Forgive me, meet me at out special place" she whispers softly, the three women's eyes rose in horror. Understanding that she wants to follow her plan, the one that has to send for an old ghost, if her father and brother came looking for her.
"Seven Devils"-Florence & The Machines
Holy water cannot help you now
Thousand armies couldn't keep me out
I don't want your money
I don't want your crown
See I've come to burn your kingdom down

Holy water cannot help you now
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
And no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out
I'm gonna raise the stakes, I'm gonna smoke you out

Seven devils all around me!
Seven devils in my house!
See they were there when I woke up this morning
I'll be dead before the day is done

Seven devils all around you
Seven devils in your house
See I was dead when I woke up this morning
I'll be dead before the day is done
Before the day is done

And now all your love will be exorcised
And we will find you saints to be canonized
And it's an even song
It's a melody
It's a battle cry
It's a symphony

Seven devils all around me
Seven devils in my house
See they were there when I woke up this morning
I'll be dead before the day is done

Seven devils all around you
Seven devils in your house
See I was dead when I woke up this morning
I'll be dead before the day is done
Before the day is done
Before the day is done
Before the day is done

They can keep me out
'Til I tear the walls
'Til I save your heart
And to take your soul
For what has been done
Cannot be undone
In the evil's heart
In the evil's soul

Seven devils all around you
Seven devils in your house
See I was dead when I woke up this morning
I'll be dead before the day is done
Before the day is done"

They all feel the goosebumps climb up their arms and down their spines. Maggie, Courteney and Macey glance at each other, the haunting melody releasing their deepest fears.
"What the hell is she doing?" her father asks harshly, his jagged teeth shining devilishly under the moonlight as it cascades down from the sky.
Green mist begins to slither into the campground, silencing the screams and atrocious agony the air held. "October thirty first...oh crap" Faith's brother curses under his breath, he analyzes the mist and a man walking in the distance, he appears dressed as if he came from the Victorian era, or he is cosplaying. Either one, its terrifying yet enchanting.
"Run" Maggie whispers.
The three girls grip the older woman's hand and pull her towards the woods. They heard in the distance, "Tell me, what is your stories, freaks? I smell ...I can feel your evils" Her brother and father shout.
She glances behind her to see if anything or anybody is following them, she lets out a sigh and walk on, the group far ahead of her. She trips on a tree root and collides against the dirt of the earth. She turns on her back watching the green mist surround her. The man steadily walks towards her and stares down, his eyes fixated on her.
"What is your story, young one?" he falls silent, lost in his thoughts before arguing with himself. "You are not the one"
She blacks out, fearing that she is either dead or asleep. Her haunting dreams making her sit up screaming terrified. She surveys the morning misty air. "What the hell was that...?" Her friends surround her this time.
"What's wrong?" Macey asks with concern heavy in her words.
Maggie watches her with heavy tired eyes, the poor women is sicken with old age and an undiagnosed illness. "Sweety, we are...no, we're not supposed...not here!" she complained, looking around cautiously.