Hi, the Muse again. For those of you who have read "metamorphosis," thank you. I didn't expect it to be taken as well as it has been. I am halfway through chapter two.
Anyway. This is just a spontaneous bit I wrote. Wasn't real sure if I wanted to continue it or not but i think it has potential. Let me know what you think. The name is temporary unless it decides to stick. It might also allude to things that will be reveled in "metamorphosis."
R&R
-- Muse
Savage Hope
prologue
Let others draw from smiling skies their theme,
And tell of climes that boast unfading light,
I draw a darker scene, replete with gloom,
I sing the horrors of the House of Night.
- Phillip Freneau
Kiara Thierry watched as the sun came up over the faraway horizon, painting the sky shades of reds and oranges. Like smeared blood, she mused. It was hard to believe that just a few days ago she would have never thought that, but now it was difficult to avoid. Before she had never really seen true bloodshed, but now - -
Well, now was another story.
The wind ruffled her crimson-stained blond hair as she gazed down and over the side of the roof she was standing on. Below her lay a blanket of carnage. Bodies, both human and non-human, littered the ground, their blood mixing in a macabre river in a testament to the events of the previous night. A night Kiara would never be able to forget even if she lived thousands of years.
At another time, in another life the sixteen year old would have wept. Though the teenager was no stranger to the sight of death she had never had to endure such a massacre. Yet, something inside her had changed and she looked on them in mild sadness, aware of the fact nothing could have been done.
It was the way of life, and the law of the universe:
Survival of the Fittest.
She didn't deem herself worthy of being alive. She counted herself very lucky. Lucky, perhaps, that fate had shined down on her in splendor and granted her the most unlikely of saviors.
She smiled a brief smile.
Voices from the ground brought her out of her reverie. "Kia!" Someone was yelling. "Kia! You're alive!"
Yes, amazingly, she was.
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An hour later Kiara was sitting comfortably in one of the offices, a blanket wrapped around her slim form. The blood had been washed from her hair, but the chill of the night before still lingered in her cobalt eyes.
"What happened here, Miss Thierry?" Someone was asking her. The tag hanging from his pocket read "Alexander." "What happened to the other people?"
"Dead." Kiara whispered. "Some might still be hiding, but most, dead."
"How?"
"Monsters." She dropped her eyes. How else could she have said it?
"Monsters!" Another man named "Pierce" exclaimed. "I think she's gone bonkers."
"Pierce, shut up!" a woman doctor named Connors said sharply. Then she turned to Kiara, her tone soft, "how did you manage to stay alive?"
Unconsciously her fingers touched her bare neck where her most prized possession, a necklace her Father had given her, once lay, and remembered. She began, "it started a few days ago..."