A/N: My first one shot for the Darren Shan Saga! Yay! (jumps around like a complete idiot) I got the inspiration from one of the best author's I know, Youkomon and her story Only Fourteen. Constructive Criticism is welcome. Flames...only ones I can use to burn Juni Swan with are allowed!
Well, let's see how this turns out. Based on the book from Darren Shan's Demonata series: Lord Loss.
Hell...
The word runs through your mind as blood is shed...everywhere. You knew something was wrong that night. You knew something was amiss. They sounded normal, they sounded fine, they sounded like nothing horrible could go wrong in their lives...
...But you were fooled...Hell was there, hell was coming, and you just did not know...you did nothing but wonder.
Could you have stopped it, would you have stood a chance...could you even stand to see her when she needed you most...?
They're heads severed, they're bodies split, they're life gone. None is visible. She could have lived. Pale, bloody, but alive...for the time being...
The monster split her. She could not. Her blood spilled...all over.... The handiwork of a monster-no, the handiwork of a demon. You only stare as the blood drips off the web-like walls...you can only imagine the pain they suffered...
...Soon enough you knew...that you would end like that. Ripped/slaughtered by the devils who did this. You want to pierce their flesh, you want to show them the pain you are feeling, you want to...
The chess boards are recked, they are recked like your poor family. You cry. You want to. But you cannot. The tears do not want to leave. You want to cry...you just want to...
Not when he's here...The tears know when to leave...they know when not to...right now...they know they should not...
He wants you to cry... Wants you to be miserable...wants your saddness-your sorrow-your pain and suffering...for himself...
His crimson eyes look down at you, his voice as miserable as you are. Taunting you, wanting...your misery, sorrow...wanting your suffering...
He draws closer, you stay where you are, frozen. The man-the demon you want to show how much pain he has put you through...is right there. Can you do it, can you take vegengance on the one who slaughtered your loved ones...?
...No...no you cannot. You sit there, motionless as he continues his taunt. A coward, proving him right about...the coward you are...
You are angry, you are miserable...you are full of hatred...
You remembered the face; the red face of the demon master. The cracks in his skin that bled every second, the white lips that formed the small, devilish smile, the mangled and mashed hands that was so carefully placed under your eye...your sad, miserable, pain filled eye...
The tears are being lured, he is taking them, wanting them...you will not let him...
You move away, you run away...away from the blood, away from the demon, away from the pain...
...away from it all...