Red as Roses
Prologue
The sky was dark, and the wind was cold against their skins. Whispers caressed their ears and silent screams gritted against the insides of their skulls, creating a rhythmic pounding within their heads. Tendrils of shadows crawled across the dead lawn, shifting, looming ominously as if pouncing to devour them. Their breaths were heavy as they stared, waiting, watching for the shadows to rise and grab them and pull them and shred them into unrecognizable pieces.
"Go." It was soft and raspy whisper. They glanced at each other and there they decided once and for all. A boy standing a few feet in front of them gave a small shaky nod, a movement so small that they nearly missed it.
Slowly, they walked towards the mansion standing in the middle of the field. There it stood like a giant among the trees, dark and ominous and evil and horrifying that it seized their hearts, drowning them with fear and horror suffocating them with the smell of death. The moon illuminated the old cement and wood, showing off the vines that crawled upon its walls, twisting and turning and crawling and crawling…
Silence screamed at them, drowning them with its sounds that they briefly wondered if they would wake and find out that everything—the deaths the blood the bodies and oh, the horrifying deaths please make it stop—that everything was just a dream… A nightmare.
A screech, shrill and loud and ghastly and just oh so wrong came from the distance that their breaths came as small gasps and their hearts just stopped all together. The screech came from the far off and it just gets louder and louder, coming at them like a scythe and a black coat and as death itself.
It was coming.
Closer and closer and…
It's there! Right there! Oh God!
There was a strong gust of wind and everything was flying and turning and moving so fast that they closed their eyes and held each other and screamed and cried all together.
Please no don't please no
And everything just stops.
Silence.
Ever so slowly, like a scene from an old movie, they opened their eyes, looking around their surrounding… searching… waiting… knowing…
She's right there…
And there they saw HER, standing right THERE… waiting… watching… laughing with glee, eyes glinting like crimson rubies, and looking everything like the devil that it sent cold ice running down their backs and goose bumps rising on their skin.
SHE watched them—amused, mocking, laughing.
Everything was cold and still and everything was just dying—wilting. They gazed at HER with horrified faces, their hearts beating too fast, too painful. Their breaths were short and their lungs refused to move, just dying—stopping. And every breath was a knife and every beat was hammer and everything just bled and broke and painful.
Their mind screamed at them to run (again and again), but they won't—can't—move. Their limbs refused to respond and fear crept and crawled and clawed at them, grasping them in a painful—oh so painful—grip that they can't breathe. The laugh surrounded them (it was so sick and so wrong and oh so disgusting), cocooning them with its horrid sound that they just want it to stop. But HER laugh reverberated within their ears, pounding and shaking everything that made them who they are; and then fear was the only thing they knew, the only thing that was left of who they are.
Run.
Then… SHE stopped and grinned at them, teeth sharp and glinting like blades and there was blood too much blood oh god (like pretty red roses). Slowly, SHE raised HER arms, movements moving in a—abnormal and unusual and just wrong so wrong so wrong please don't—jerking motion.
And right there… right there… they knew…
There was no escaping her.
A/N: Prologue has been changed to fit the current plot. An over-all change to be exact.