Nobodies POV
She walks at a slow pace, her feet softly touching the grass, making no sound.
The stars twinkle above her, and the city is seemingly quiet in the distance behind.
She steps past the small stone emplacements, each one carved with a different name.
She stops, hesitantly, as she sees what she came here to see.
Slowly, sadly, she takes a few more steps forward.
She gazes at it, before gently dropping the flowers in her hand in front of it.
Unable to hold them back any longer, tears stream down her cheeks.
A cool night breezes sweeps past her, making her long orange hair flow, and her pink skirt flutter.
She falls to her knees and sobs, burying her face in her palms and completely disregarding the cold.
The night never seemed so quiet, and she never felt so alone as her gaze shifted back towards the tombstone.
The name forms on her lips as her eyes read it over.
Regaining herself she stands, and slowly floats away.
She stops for a moment and looks back at the stone obilisk one last time.
Carved in the rock, weathered and damaged from age, was a name she would never forget.
Alex Mercer.
Blossom turns and heads back for home...
Not to far away, in the same graveyard, a group of young teenagers laugh and joke as they drink their beers.
"Hold up you guys, I'm gonna take a piss!" One boy says, splitting away from the other four teens.
"Hurry back man, we still got two twelve packs to go through!" Another yells to him as he walks away.
The boy walks from the sight of his friends, and stands behind a tree.
He unzips his pants and starts to releave himself.
He is just rezipping his fly when the crackle of a twig being stepped on makes him jump.
Stopping, he listens closely. Hearing nothing he decides to call out.
"Johnny, is that you man?" He says shakily.
No voice replies to him, so he finishes zipping his pants and slowly walks out from behind the tree.
Nothing but tombstones greet his sight.
He gulps down the lump in his throat, and opens his mouth to speak.
"Is anyone th- MMPH!"
Back with the rest of the group, they start to get impatient.
"Where the fuck is he?" A blonde haired girl asks.
"Maybe he got lost on the way back?" A second girl with brown hair asks.
"It wouldn't suprise me. That stupid asshole's always getting lost." A boy in a black shirt replies.
The boy, feeling a presence that wasnt there a second ago, looks to his right.
Seeing a girl with long, raven coloured hair, he gasps. As does the rest of the group, obviously seeing this girl for the first time.
Her black hair hangs down in front of her eyes, but a sly grin is perched on her lips.
"Where the fuck... Do we know you?" The black shirted boy asks.
"No, probably not..." The girl begins, and looks up to reveal sparkling purple eyes.
"I'm Rachel. Nice to meet you."
"Uhhh, yeaaahh... Do you, like, need something Rachel?" The blonde haired girl asks, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.
"Or will you leave us alone?"
Rachel tilts her head at the girl, and moves her hands from behind her back.
"That was quite rude. Why was it that you needed to be like that? I have not done anything to you." Rachel replies.
The brown haired girl gasps when she takes a good look at Rachels hand.
"Is that... Blood!" She asks.
Rachel looks to her hands, stained with red.
"Hmmm, so it is." She replies thoughtfully.
"Oh my god, are you okay!" A white shirted boy asks.
"Oh yes I'm fine, I'm afraid your friend is not though." Rachel replies easily, looking back towards the group with a thoughtful, careless gaze.
"What the fuck did you do!" The black shirted boy asks quickly, taking an angry step forward.
Rachels gaze floats over to him, and she tilts her head in a careless manner.
"I'm not quite sure what you mean. What were we talking about again?"
The white shirted boy grabs Rachels arm in frustration.
"Don't fucking play dumb with us." He hisses.
Rachel looks to the hand wrapped firmly around her arm, and then shifts her thoughtful gaze to the boys eyes.
"If you would be so kind, please remove your hand from my arm." She says gently.
"Shut the fuck up and tell me what you did to our friend!" The black shirted boy exclaimes.
Rachel looks over to him.
"I'm sorry to tell you, but your friend happens to be dead. If not then he should be soon, I don't believe anyone could last this long losing as much blood as he was." She states thoughtfully.
The white shirted boys grip tightens.
"What the fuck are you talking about! You killed him!" The black shirted boy yells.
Without looking away from the boy, Rachles hand shoots up and grabs the white shirted boys wrist.
With one easy movement, she twists her hand and snaps the bone. The boys scream mixes with the girls as they watch in terror.
Rachel turns and knees the white shirted boy in the stomach. He falls to his knees, and Rachel drives her hand through his throat.
Blood splashes out onto her frilled out black and white skirt.
When she pulls her hand back, the other three see its no longer a hand.
Protruding from Rachels wrist was a black, semi-transparent blade.
"Wh-wh-what the f-fuck...?" The blonde haired girl stutters, her face drained of colour.
Rachel looks over to her, and a small, sly smile crosses her lips.
Like ice thrown into a fire, Rachel melts into a black figure and fades into the darkness.
The remaining three teens are caught in a stunned silence.
"WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED!" The black shirted boy screams.
He turns to the blonde haired girl and begins to speak, but gasps instead.
The blonde haired girls mouth hangs open, and a thin stream of blood trickles from her mouth. She looks down at the black blade sticking out of her stomach.
Rachels eyes glimmer behind the girl, and suddenly the blonde haired girl is yanked into the shadows.
The white shirted boy takes a step back, fear making his breaths heavy.
The brown haired girl yelps as Rachel suddenly solidifies directly in front of her.
She grabs the girls throat, and tears it out. Blood splashes across her sadistic smile.
The girl drops, and Rachel turns to the boy.
He is unable to form words as Rachel glares at him.
Suddenly she bears down on him, her arm a long sword.
The blade slices through his neck, and severs his head.
It rolls along the grass, making it glisten with crimson.
Rachel melts again, and fades away into the night...