I waited for my lover in the cold morning of an early spring.
Suddenly a knife slices through my right shoulder. Blood gushes out of the wound, molten metal on my freezing skin,a severe contrast to the coldness of the steel blade, which is then ripped violently from my shoulder.
I nearly scream in agony, but the sound cannot escape my constricted throat.
The blood runs at full speed down my arm, flowing faster and faster, like a river of red after the dam of skin is ripped away.
Red blood stains my white shirt and whiter skin, licking at my arm, as if it wanted to see how red my skin could become.
My ears roar and scream painfully; and ever so dimly can I make out the faint sound of laugher coming from my attacker.
It mocks my slowly dying form, engraving itself forever in my memory.
Its cutting through all that's good in the world, killing the beautiful sounds of nature, and replacing them with this twisted, crazy laugh.
This laugh wounds me far worse then the knife, breaking my psyche and shattering my little bit of sanity I have left.
It takes what seems to be forever to realize who was laughing.
It was the very same man I had loved, who had now betrayed me.
All this time, he had been a serpent with human face and tongue, just waiting for the right moment to strike. I wonder if he'd done this to others. To make them feel so loved and safe, only to kill them brutally, and laugh all the while.
I can feel my heart in my throat, beating in time to my ragged breathing, valiantly and vainly trying to keep it's self going. The once clean air has been pushed violently away to be replaced with a more depressing odor. Fear and death, blood and pain walk hand and hand.
I collapse onto my knees, shaking and crying. The tears well and spill over, pouring down my pale face, and mingle with the ever greedy blood that coats the ground, determined to mark this spot as its own.
The laughter begins to fade slowly as he walks away. The chokehold on my windpipe breaks long enough for me to yell after him. "TRATOR!" His maniac laugh grows only louder, and then everything falls silent as he finally vanishes into the surrounding trees.
I try to stand,staggering to my feet, my shoulder still dripping blood onto the ground. Wobbling on these weak legs, I waver and fall after only moments of standing. Back onto my knees,
I feel my heart give into temptation and fall silent. I sway, falling onto my side and the world spins into oblivion. I wonder if anyone will find my pathetic form and give me a proper funeral.
I'm alive! ok, so if you kinda sorta liked this, gimme a buzz! i need to know if i could/should continue with this story... btw this was origanally a school 'project' so thats why a lot of it doesnt match the origanal 'Death of Kikyo' scene