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memory/thought
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This is just a runoff. I own all of this story.
They found her body, kneeling over the dead body of her boyfriend. The police didn't know why she and Kid Blood had been murdered the way they had.
No one really talked about it. She had been ripped to pieces while her boyfriend: shot to death. The town was going to hell and everyone knew it. It was July 24th, the day of their death.
Officers in blood drenched uniforms crouched over her dismantled corpse.
"She was a pretty girl, age of twenty, how sad," said one.
"Kid Blood, studying to become a director, age of death: twenty-two," said another.
"This is enough! Take the bodies away! I'm gonna be sick!", the head Detective yells frantically before getting up from his seat, between the policeman, and hustling to the bushes beyond coroners that took her away could tell she had been murdered mercilessly, with all the different angled slices and puncture wounds.
Some eighty feet from the resting place of Blackthorn, a crow perches on a telephone wire. It blinks once before flying away.
-Two Years After-
The
St. Joseph's cemetery shakes with every strike of lightning and roar
of thunder. Lights flicker, trees sway violently.
The grave plot
of the long forgotten Blackthorn Agony lights up with a flash.
A
second later, a snow white hand breaks through the muddy surface.
Little by little a forearm slithers through, then a shoulder, another
hand, wrist, elbow, shoulder. Her weak muscles tense as she hauls
herself out of the dark pit, bringing her to collapse.
Her eyes
squint shut, trying to fight the light outside her tomb. The balance
totally drained from her, she falls none too gracefully against her
gravestone.
Blackthorn's memory hits her like a mack truck.
Kid Blood lies on the ground, his organs failing him. They kick him even when she screams out. They continue.
The punches and kicks and stabs and gunshots shatter her heart into millions of pieces.
"Please! Leave him alone! He didn't do anything!"
The girl curls herself into a ball, trying desperately to get the images out of her mind.