Author's Note:
This is a one shot story based on Donnie Darko and the Black Jewels Triology. It is incredibly short and some of the chapters are only a single sentence so I will put them together in one chapter so it is less annoying. This is my effort to get rid of my awful writers block. Feel free to check out my other story "Deadly Politics" which is much more in depth and completely different from this story!
Thankyou, oh, and I love reviews :D
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.:Wake up Tersa:.
.:Wake up:.
The Black Widow stirred, stood up.
.:I've been watching you:.
Black tangled hair stood up in all directions. The figure that walked downstairs in the house did not care.
.:Come closer:.
Barefoot, in tattered clothes and looking as if she hadn't eaten in weeks, the Black Widow walked in the direction of the voice.
.:1095 days. 1 hour. 52 minutes. 45 seconds:.
She waited.
.:That is when your world will end:.
She said nothing. She never questioned the visions that took her.
Sensing, for the moment at least, the need to cling to sanity, she walked back to the house she was staying in for the moment. Something, a 6th sense made her go back quietly. Her house was on fire.
"Crazy old bitch won't have survived that. It will serve her right for telling my Queen that lie about her days running out. Prediction my arse." A Warlord said.
She lifted a trembling hand, studied it in fascination and clung desperately to sanity, recognising she had little time left.
"Let's go. She's dead. There's no need for us to be here."
And they left, Tersa falling into the abyss and plunging into the Twisted Kingdom.