The redhead watches the trees go by, her pale hand holding her pale cheek fading into a red from being pressed against for so long. Her scarlet eyes blink lazily, it was early in the morning and her parents were taking her camping. Her crimson dry hair inched her back and made her dandruff snow on her shoulders. She yawns as her father pull into a small town called, 'Happy Tree Town' to get breakfast. Flaky closes her eyes as the mile long road was almost drove through before it happened. A man with lime green eyes held the corpse of a blonde teenager, the blood dripping off like sheets of rain. He just stood there, in the road. The man chewed on the eye of the poor boy.
The father shouts a swear and backs up the car. The man turned, he had an army uniform, his beret covering the tips of his golden eyes. He held out his knife and threw it to the car's wheels, decreasing the speed. The mother quivered as the man jumped onto the car. The father turned the steering wheel until it cracked, the car obeyed the petrified man's orders. He rode off the road and towards the path out of the area. The man broke through the window and clutched the man's neck tightly around his gloved fingers laughing poisonously. The mother shrieked as she grabbed the steering wheel but the wheel was broken by the rough abuse. The man saw the tree they were about to crash into, smirked, and jumped out. He rolls in a ball for a moment then sat back and watched. The mother's head was tore apart from the sudden impact of the tree. Flaky was alive, she hastily unbuckled and crawled to the car door, forcing it open she jumps out. The girl looks around then ran to the town, the man saw this and frowned. He stood and walks after her, the girl squeaks and ran faster. Her overalls soaked in blood and dirt, her orange shirt the same. She breaths heavily as she ran, the man yanked his knife out of the wheel, ran after her. Bringing his boot down forcefully on the carcass of the rosy cheeked teenager, tossing the knife. Flaky kept running until the knife passed through her weak skull. She gasps, the top of the blade poking out from her forehead, blood oozing out of her skin.
She shudders, then plummeted to the dirt ground. The man walked over and pulled the knife out of her head, licking the bits of brain and blood, he gripped a fist full of her frizzy hair and spit on her cheek. "Welcome to Hell."
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Good? Too short? Bad?! Oh damn I hope this is okay, stupid Slipknot, why you not make me more creative? Q^Q