Vera:: This is a short first-part to a three-part series of dreams, and it's also written in a style I recently learned about in English class that's rarely ever used… So, confusing, yes. Stupid, probably. Worth reading, probably not. It's up to you to decide if you wanna read or not, and I am NOT responsible for any mental damage caused by reading this.
A meadow. Mostly flat and oddly circular. Emerald grass. A daffodil or crocus sporadically placed. Sapphire sky. A deep blue that was permanently not-quite-day but not-quite-night either. A soft wind. Delicate and warm, almost as a comforting caress to a child that just woke from a nightmare. That wind blew strands of dark hair across a pale face while impassive purple eyes trailed the scene of such utter desolation. Dark blood. Lips quirked into a smile devoid of any emotion while purple nails flicked blood off of a black jacket-sleeve. Broken bodies strewn about, many of them people she once knew, once called family and friends. There was the odd passerby that happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, but most were recognized.
Short hair. One body left alive, though just as broken as every other there. Hauled up by the neck. Joyless smirk. Drawn weapon. Brought up. Fear death. Time is up. Ready? Shinkshinkshinkshink. Shuttering blades. Sunlight burns. Black jacket. Dyed crimson. Thud. Derisive snort. Turn away. Alone. 'Sayonara.'
Vera:: That's the end of the first part, second and third will both be up by the end of the week.