I felt the blood drip slowly from my fingertips. I looked down at it, not fully believing it was there. Then, I looked up, into glistening ruby-red eyes. They stared at me cruelly, lusting for my pain. "Why are you doing this?" I whispered, regretting it instantly. My throat scraped viciously and I grabbed at it. The man bending over me laughed nastily. He didn't answer my question, just kicked me fiercely in my ribs, making me scream. Some of them had poked through the side of my skin, and as I looked down at them, I couldn't help but vomit. "Why?" I cried again.
Again, the man didn't answer me, but shoved a dirty piece of paper in my face. I looked down at it. It looked like a print-off of a discussion board on the internet. I caught sight of one screen-name, h8ntwilite. My screen-name. I looked at the comments. It was a heated discussion between me and one GWTWTNME about a book. I had yelled about how awful everything was, and she'd been calmly stating back the reasons why it wasn't bad, and I'd finally signed off after she'd said, "they'll get you." This girl was starting to creep me out.
"They'll get you." The man bending over me whispered. I screamed, and he smacked me across the face. I felt blood on my tongue, sliding sickeningly down my throat. "Don't say she didn't warn you. Alice, or as you'd know her, GWTWTNME, is one of my best non-believer scouts. She finds you. The ones who ridicule the people smart enough to believe. She's gotten the best of you. Soon, all the haters will be gone. And the world will become a living Twilight. It's time to say good-bye."
He slowly walked to the back of the room. I tried my best to keep my eyes open, but they were starting to fill with the deep red of my blood. I saw him turn, staring at me. Then, he pulled into a deep crouch. His snarls echoed around the room, making me flinch, then scream in pain as both of my broken legs scraped on the floor. The man laughed, the single most chilling and menacing sound I will ever hear, and then, he sprang forward.
The last thing I heard before he killed me was, "This is for the believers!"
I'm not sure what the hell this is. I just felt like writing something retarded. No, this didn't actually happen. By the way, the man is one of the Volturi. No, I don't work for them. TEAM VEGETARIAN, ALL THE WAY! Please review, and then R&R my other stories. Also, please answer the poll on my profile.