Hey guys! I'm back! It was due time for me to get off my sorry ass and start updating to you wonderful readers! I finally got my own computer, so I'll have more updates and more stories up sooner and hopefully faster! (They won't take this long next time D: ) Sorry for the AWOL. Enjoy!
Shoutout to WeDidItForTheDead. Why? Coz its creepy!
An angry red line was slashed across her milky throat, just like a second mouth.
Punishment, for talking back and trying to run away.
The blade used to kill her lay discarded on the impossibly white floor, the rusty metal still bloody.
And yet... her throat remained white, aside from the gory slit: there was no flare of attempted healing, no bumps of iron infection.
The masked man in red sighed to himself. Nobodies were always so fragile, so easily broken in body. Allergies to iron helped with that.
But still, he mused, he had to give them credit. While their bodies were weak and frail, their minds and hearts were strong and willful: this one took close to a year to crush. Her spirit was like lightning, and her tongue was as sharp.
A fitting description...
The man picked up the small blonde puppet (it was only about as long as his lower arm) idly, examining her in boredom.
The tiny pink stitches Namine had used to forcefully shut her mouth were even and flawless: the glue she had used to keep the piercing eyes open still held together.
But though the girl had washed the milky skin and had ironed the black coat, his little assistant had refused to clean away the slash on her throat.
Serves her right, she had said softly in suppressed anger, hands balling into fists by her side; At least now with two mouths, she's quieter than when she only had one. She had giggled at the irony. She was already dead when he had told her, much to her delight.
When alive, the blonde was savage and cruel to the poor girl.
What goes around, comes around... or something like that.
The amber-eyed man in red ran his gloved hand through the puppet's greasy, cropped blonde hair once, before smirking cruelly and looking at her with unsuppressed disgust and dropping the once-human doll.
He turned away and began vanishing into the darkness as the puppet clattered onto the hard floor, cracking her porcelain skin and opening the red, red slash just a bit further.
A ghost of a whisper fluttered out with a final, dying sigh.
"H...e...lp...mm...mmm...me..."
A/N: For anyone confused, Larxene's already dead. Those were just her final words, repeated. Could you tell it was her if you hadn't read the tags? Anyways, my good people, please leave me your thoughts, and OH! I forgot: I have a poll up! Please vote! Thank you.