The Black Murder
A/N Hey epic people of Fanfiction, it is Lucilia Venom and Amber Cut-Throat here. This story is set in the late 1600s, at the time of the plague. It is before Serpine killed Skulduggery's family. We hope you enjoy this story, and please don't forget to review!
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Summary:
A young girl in the 1600's is sent away by her parents in order to escape the plague. While staying with her grandparents she discovers magic, meets a sorcerer and barley escapes the clutches of a psychopath. Upon her return, she discovers her parents killed by the plague. But is that the real cause of their death?
Join Violet Jones, a sorcerer with some sass, as she battles to avenge her parents, save the world, and escape the clutches of an evil, psychopathic faceless ones follower.
It's going to be one of those days…
The summer sun beat down ferociously on 6-year-old Violet Jones' head. She sat on the highest branch of the orchard tree, thinking she had found a perfect spot to relax and read in peace. She opened up her book, only to be disturbed. She heard the back door open, and her parents walked out. They sat down and started to talk.
" I really am worried about this man," her mother said in a quiet voice.
"Don't worry darling, everything will be fine, and besides, the murderer is miles away from this town."
The word murderer shot straight into the young head of Violet's and she couldn't stop thinking that a murderer was behind a curtain, or knocking at the door, or hiding under her bed. But she was only six at the time, so she did have a wild imagination. But after a few months of being traumatized, she slowly forgot all about it.
A few years after, she couldn't help thinking that her neighbours and friends and teachers were getting paler. In fact, she looked like she was the only one in the whole town that still had colours in her cheeks.
Violet was now eleven, and she had totally forgotten about the murderer on the loose. She had had a calm life the years that had passed by, but she didn't know that that relaxation was about to stop. Soon.
She was up in the orchard tree once again. She had had a bad day and she was set for a long, nice relax in her favourite spot in the world. But then… her parents came out into the sunshine and sat down. But this time they didn't speak to each other, but they called for Violet.
"But I just climbed up here!" she murmured, but she climbed down all the same.
"Now, before we tell you, you must promise not to get angry or upset," her mother said.
"OK, cross my heart, now what is it?"
"Well, um… you see… have you noticed that all the people in the town have become a bit… paler than usual?" her father stammered. They held hands with each other.
"Yes of course I have, how could I not? Even you two have been looking so white lately! How come I haven't?"
There was silence for a moment.
"Nobody really knows for sure… but it's because of the plague. You know, the plague has come to our town"
"Oh no! So does that mean that all of my friends have got the deadly plague too?"
"Unfortunately yes, so that's why we are sending you away, before you catch it too" her father said.
"SENDING ME AWAY?" Violet felt a tear roll down her cheek, and onto her skirt.
"No need to cry sweetie, it's not going to be forever! And it's not like we are sending you away to someone you don't know. We are sending you to your Grandfather and Grandmother's house." Her mother replied as gently as she could, but there was a little wobble in her voice.
"Please don't make me go there! Don't make me go anywhere! I just want to stay with you. Please. I promise not to catch the plague!" Violet couldn't help crying now. She couldn't just depart from her parents, she just couldn't.
"Now stop that crying and you know you're just being silly now. You must be smart enough to know that you can't help catching the plague. You are either acting stupid or you are actually being stupid" her father looked a bit guilty now.
"I'm sorry father, I didn't mean to be silly, I am just very… scared."
As Violet stepped onto the train she felt her heart almost break with sadness. It was true what they said, it really did feel like her heart had cracked in two. It was like the horrible hands of the plague had come and ripped it apart and stolen both pieces. Her life was filled with only emptiness and sorrow. No matter how hard she tried to be optimistic, she couldn't help feeling like she was being sent away so her parents could get a break from her whining. Then she thought when she last had actually kicked up a fuss. She couldn't really remember, but she thought that was why she would be stepping on the train any moment now. She stepped onto the train and found a compartment to sit in. As the train chugged out of the station, it was like the train of her happiness had just departed, never to return. Violet felt like an empty soulless shell, and felt nothing but emotional agony as she slowly neared her new life.
And then, she heard a scream.
A scream that sounded far too familiar.
A scream that sounded like that of her mother's…
A/N Dun, dun, dunnnnn! –Lucilia Venom
LOL - Amber Cut-Throat