3,2,1, Start.
Ook. Hi. Me new here.
SO... um.
Yeah. First story.
And I am writing this in the finals..so please do not blame me if I get grammatical errors and stuff.
Imma fix them later. (I should have made this longer, I should have made this longer... *facewall*)
Picture from: art/Vriska-272027077
It was the midst of the night, and the veils of darkness had blanketed over the land with stars and shining planets and whatnot.
The birds chirped a sweet goodnight tune, but were soon overcome by a malicious, monstrous air of the predator. The frogs stopped croaking alongside the river, and the crickets had their night chant cut short. All what remained was silence, and the piercing white light of the moon casting shadows under the trees.
Black and grey shadows danced as a fierce wind blew and whipped the leaves. As they fell, they landed on a shadow-a moving one.
The shadow, now full with life, rushed towards a house nearby the quietened sanctuary, and slipped inside one of the windows stealthily without a sound, just like a tiger stalking its prey.
There lay a bed, and a person was sound asleep on it, often mumbling some words in her sleep. Her short, dark hair was messed onto her pillow, and blankets she hugged.
A set of cold blue eyes emerged from the dark, descending down so that it was just beside the bed, fixed on the girl that lay sleeping. A silver flash streaked across the dark, and by the windowside, it gleamed like an emblem of death, ready to do its job.
Shadows continued to dance and frolic around the bed, encircling it inch by inch.
It all happened
At once.
Red was everywhere-splattered on the walls, on the floor, on the bed and blankets and pillow. Splotches and marks of crimson melted into the background, making it seem like a perfect, graceful intermingle of colours, and of art.
The black haired girl lay peacefully, just like she was sleeping.
Yet she was dead.
Her heart was ripped in two.
No way could she live now.
She continued to look at the beautiful, pretty color of blood on the white, colourless sheets. The stale odor filled the air soon, and she breathed in the iron-scented aroma, like it was the most pleasant thing ever.
While dancing and twirling in her absurd folly, she stretched out her arm daintily and scooped up the velvety liquid that lay, her lips widening into a spine-chilling smirk, a creepy laugh escaped from deep inside her throat.
She soon knelt down beside her old friend, and started to laugh uncontrollably, then suddenly, stopped.
The utter silence then would have made one's hair stand on the edge of their skin… It was a terrifying silence, which seemed to capture the moment forever, on to infinity.
A grin was etched again onto the woman's face, as she looked down at the bloodied body of a girl she hated-or used to hate- most...
Terezi Pyrope.