Disclaimer: I will say this once and only once. I DO NOT own Lord Of The Rings, any evanescense songs, any other songs that I use. I DO own, Raven, and Crecy and other characters that you haven't heard of in any series before. (But if you haven't heard of a character from LOTR or other series and think its mine while it's not, its not my fault.)
Prologue
Crecy looked at the knives in front of her. Which one? She would ask herself. Which one to use and stain with the red blood that keeps her alive. No one knows, no one will ever know why she would do it. So unresponsive, disturbingly quiet and knowing. Hiding the emotions inside. In her mind, she was alone, always alone. No one could find her, or understand.
She picked up the handle of a sharply carved knife. "No more… No more…" She whispered as she brought the blade across her skin. She hissed in pain, but the throbbing was soothing. She smiled. "The pain will leave me alone, the feeling of life leaving me will comfort, and there will be no more suffering for those who cannot live in world such as this. She drew it across her skin once more, the pain mounting, but as did her sadistic comfort.
"Falling angels at my feet,
Whispered voices at my ear,
Death before my eyes,
Lying next to me I fear,
She beckons me,
Shall I give in?
Upon my end,
Shall I begin?
Forsaking all I've fallen for
I rise to meet my end"
With that she went to finish the deed, but before she could plunge the cold steel into her soft flesh, a deafening sound overcame the stilled silence of the room. She gave a ragged gasp as she dropped her knife. Blood seeped through her white shirt as the bullet tore through her shoulder and ripped her flesh and bone.
"Now, now. I can't let you have all the fun, now can I?" A womanly voice asked, amusement laced within her words. The woman, Raven, walking into the open. A striking similarity was shown between them both. Both had the same features, the same curvy shape, but the differences were there. Though they both had red hair, with brown and golden streaks though it, Crecy had two black streaks that stained the hairs framing her face. The other was their eyes. Crecy had eyes that matched the colors of the Tiger Eye Stones. Raven had eyes that held the beauty of the forest in them. Always, were they thought beautiful in front of others, but with their beauty and amazing similarities came a terrible price.
Crecy looked over to her twin. "Funny isn't it? You don't want me to live, and I don't want to live. This is the first time we've actually agreed on something." Crecy chuckled bitterly.
"I want you out of my life. And I want to make sure I am the one to do it." Raven smirked.
"You've always been the one everyone has ever seen. It's always, 'Raven's twin', or the 'Other one'. Its always been you, so why do you hate me, when I have more leave to hate you?" She question.
"But they still notice you. I've destroyed all evidence you. In the asylums, the police records, the TV reporter's tapes, I've done this thoroughly so no one even knows you exist. Now I want to finish the job. Letting you do the honors would be letting all my work to get this far go to waste. I want to do it. I want you to die." She hissed.
"I am dieing. I've been dieing since I was born. I've never had a true life, it was always in your shadow. I don't want to live. You need me dead , so do it. Press the trigger. Kill me." Crecy stood, despite the pain shooting through her body. "Kill me." She repeated. "Kill me. Kill me."
…The click of the trigger being pulled.
…The blast of the bullet as it left the gun.
…The tearing of flesh as it hit Crecy's body.
…The last beats of her heart as it began to slow.
… The bright flash as it enveloped both sisters.