Hello again! This shot is totally unrelated to the one before. In fact, I wrote this in homework depression! -.-"
To whoever that invented homeworks, I'd swear I'd kill you, but you'd probably be dead long ago. o.0 Anyway, enjoy!
The walls were painted a deep red. Blood red. The girl in black stood with her head low, her face smeared, her hands dripping with blood.
She looked regretfully, sadly at the bodies in front of her. Her mother, her father, her sister who was ten when she stopped breathing. The bodies of Tanith Low, China Sorrows, Fletcher Renn, Solomon Wreath and even the remains of her mentor, Skulduggery Pleasant. And others as well. They all were there.
She had found and gathered them from all across Ireland when she gained her consciousness.
And now she was tired, sad and angry at herself. Who wouldn't? She had killed them all when she was Darquesse. She cackled as they scream. She broke their spines as they beg for mercy. Now she could only cry and mourn her loss.
She stared at her own reflection on a shard of glass on the floor. Reflection. "There's still hope," she said to herself, and her eyes gained back their maniacal deep black shade.
There's still hope.
So what'cha think? 0.o