W00T! New Story. - I hope I have enough time to continue writting in it regualrly. Reviews are appreciated. Sorry I couldn't get the DNAngel part in yet. It'll be here soon in the next chapter perhaps. - By the way, Kuso is a japanese curse word.
The water poured mercilessly from the sky, soaking me to the bone. My sweatpants and tank top hugged my skin, getting heavier and heavier by the second. If I hadn't known any better, I would have thought I was walking through a raging, shallow, black river. The water rushed only a few inches deep across the fresh black tar, sweeping around my feet, carrying the delicate white flower petals from the crape myrtle trees my mother loved so much. I stared up into the rain, letting it wash away all that was bad, purifying my soul. I closed my eyes, feeling the tar beneath my feet. The water covering my body. The air rushing past me. The fire of my spirit. I sat down in the middle of the road, knowing I was safe because nobody could get in without knowing the code to the electrified gate a mile away. I was in my safe place. My mind in a meditative state while sitting in the middle of our new monstrous driveway, letting the rain wash away my pain. Then, there was the sound that changed my life forever. The shrill, blood curdling scream I identified as my mother's. My eyes snapped open and I leapt up, running as fast as I could towards the villa. Adrenaline was released into my veins. I ran faster and faster until I felt like I was flying. My heart pounding harder and harder with each step. I lost traction and my left foot slid across the ground, throwing me off balance. I hit the ground hard, scraping my palms bloody. Blood trickled down my nose. I leapt up again, numb to the pain, only one thought on my mind. My mother.
The glass door to our villa was shattered, and glass was all over the floor. Someone ran past me, nearly knocking me over. The killer. "You! Get your ass back here!!" I charged after the guy and pounced. I landed on his back, tackling him to the ground. "What did you do to my mother?!" I growled. There was no answer. "What did you do to her!!" I shrieked. There was still no answer. I flipped him over. The sight was something I'd never forget. His eyes were still open, a cold deep brown. His lips were twisted into a sickening smirk. His face was covered in mud, but from what I could tell, he had a few wrinkles. There was a knife in his heart. He has obviously fallen on it when I had tackled him. "Ugh! Kuso!" I cursed. I ran into the house, slicing my bare feet on the glass. I ran through the living room, through the Den, through the Dinning room, and into the kitchen where my Mother always was. She was lying on the floor, multiple stab wounds on her chest and stomach area, and covered in blood. Even her beautiful long blonde hair was tainted red with blood. Her golden eyes were open, frozen with fear. The tears ran down my face as I checked her pulse. She was dead. I called the police and told them my Mother had been murdered and I had accidentally killed the murderer. They asked me for my address and told me they were on their way. I pushed the button the open the gate and then held Mother's body, cradling it, and I used my free hand to close her eyes. I hugged her close, my hands and feet still bleeding. My wet clothes soaked with water and now covered in my mother's blood. The tears pouring down my face, soundlessly sobbing. My life as I knew it had ended.