(Thanks for the reviews! I will keep this one. Thanks about the comment on the rant, I was getting into it, big-time there. I hope I do so more, as this chapter is rather... well, bloody, shall we say? Yes. It is. R&R! )
Rayne was in a room. And so was someone much older, but with the same hair – gold-blond with two hooklike bangs on either side. The older wore a long cape with a malevolent looking beast on it. Her body was hunched over something trembling against a wall – a human, around the same age as Rayne currently was. This older girl began to hiss in a familiar voice...
"It was you who pushed the bird from that nest? Wasn't it?"
"N-no!" Cried the boy, brown haired and muscular. "Besides, it was only a bird!"
"Only a bird. ONLY A BIRD? So, what if I pushed YOU off a building – and say you survive! And then I decide, 'It's only a HUMAN, after all! So idiotic of a species to live on this earth, that I'll just go around and PUSH THEM OFF OF BUILDINGS! And then LET THEM DIE!' HUH? THAT WOULD BE OK WITH YOU? LETTING AN INNOCENT CREATURE DIE IN THE COLDNESS OF THIS GODDAMNED WORLD! YOU FUCK!"
The man tried to leap up, out of the way, but was smacked firmly with a knife on the back, causing him to fall over again. "But... it never would have made it anyways! WHY do you care about a bird?"
"IT'S NOT ABOUT THE FUCKING BIRD! IT'S ABOUT YOU LETTING AN INNOCENT LIFE GO WITHOUT TAKING ACTION! YOU AND THOSE OTHER FUCKING NEIGHBORS OF YOURS! FUCK!"
And the knife went through the man's left shoulder, a pool of blood escaping. "Let me out of here!"
Rayne felt a little bad for the man. She began to ask this older girl to let him go, but was astonished, as her words were unnoticed...
'They can't see me or hear me here... what the hell?' She thought.
"WATCH ME BREAK YOUR WINGS NOW, LIKE YOU DID TO the BIRD! BASTARD!" The girl lifted the knife from one shoulder and sent it into the next, and began to slice down the arm so that the meat was peeling off of the bone, blood pouring to the dirty floor. She also sliced the second arm this way...
"Please! I'm sorry! HELP!"
"TOO LATE, LITTLE MAGGOT!" The knife was brought hurdling across the man's mouth, preventing him from speech. His jaw fell limp, only skin and broken muscle connecting the two bones. "YOUR LEGS GO NEXT!" The girl kicked the man over and held him by his left leg, and brought the knife to the flesh like a can opener, or a cork remover – spiraling down so that the blood made a pattern. She did this to the other leg as well, and pushed the man to the ground. Only capable of moving his neck, the victim faced the girl...
"AND NOW! To finish our little human-to-bird comparison... You need to DIE!" She lifted the knife and sent it straight through the heart of the man. She stepped back, and thought aloud:
"Well. I've finished that quite nicely." And then she walked away, into another room, where Rayne heard the screaming of another victim... Only, two voices ranted for the the penalty for whatever crime the man or woman had committed.
Rayne looked back at the man. He had seemed so innocent when in danger, but now that he lay, bloody, on the earth... he looked quite savage, with an "I KILL COWS!" shirt and an odd symbol on his arm.
"Damn mugger, probably killed so much more than birds..."
"What was that?"
Rayne snapped awake. Johnny C, a tall, thin man, (whom I hope to GOD you all know about) was standing over her.
"Oh, nothing. I had a dream, that's all."
Rayne caught a glimpse of a half – tortured person crawling across the floor behind them, their green sash covered in blood. "Who's that?"
Nny turned around. "I thought I told you that I DON"T WANT YOUR FUCKING COOKIES!" And with that, a knife was sent through the girl's head.
"Eww, Trefoils! Why don't these people bring Samoas or Thinmints? There's not enough chocolate! I let them go when they have chocolate." Rayne said, looking at the box of bloody cookies.
"I only let them go if they have the peanut butter ones." Replied Nny. The two laughed.
"Well, I'll let you go get cleaned up while I take this girl and bury her. The trefoils help the dirt dry, because by now, a lot of that dirt is disintegrated... well, you know."
And with that, he left, dragging the Girl Scout out the door.
(BTW, I have nothing against the girl scouts. I am one. I just always find it ironic that nobody buys stuff from me. Especially Trefoils... shudder damn Trefoils... OH, BTW, the bird part was inspired by Zazu and Hyena fan. That poor birdie! If you can't tell, I'm a fucking animal activist!)
