Rated: PG-13 (Due to the descriptiveness of the story)
The Sins of Insanity
SHE was standing before me, with a smirk playing over her lips. In her left hand she held a butcher knife, with a red gleam on it. No, not 'RED' . . .but BLOOD…the people I knew all my life, were now dead. My father, laying on his back with a stab wound in his chest, blood was still trickling out of it, my mother, in the kitchen laying on the tiled floor, with various wounds all over her body but the one that killed her was the one through her head, and my little brother, he was in his bed, you would think he was asleep if you just glanced at him but if you looked really hard you could tell he wasn't breathing, and his sheets were drenched in blood, from a stab to the abdomen witch caused it to burst. Now I look at the killer, the one holding the knife. SHE is still smirking, her eyes glazed over, and no emotion in them. I then think back to when I found them. I had just got back from the Temple, and I went straight to sleep, even though it was almost dinner time, I knew mother would wake me up, if not then I would smell it before it was ready. Little did I know that I wouldn't wake up for 4 hours, the reason I did was because I was hungry. When I awoke I felt clammy, and I was perspiring a lot. I then looked at my clock and found out it was 11:30 at night. The first thing I wondered was why mother didn't wake me up, as I headed down stairs I smelled something, something that smelled sweet yet sour but couldn't really put my finger on it to what it was called. I walked into the kitchen, and cried out. My mother was lying on the floor, blood gushing out of her head and other various parts of her body. I vomited right there, the stench that I had smelled before was now assailing my nose and I had to hold my hand over my mouth so I wouldn't vomit again. I staggered out of the kitchen, going into the living room to get father, when I smelled it. I knew before I even walked in there, I looked in and there he was, on the floor with a chest wound. I ran up the stairs to look for my brother and found him in his room. I walked in there, it was dark, but I could make out his figure. I smelled it in here too, I shook him, again, and again, and again, he did not wake up. I then noticed my hands felt sticky, and I knew what it was . . .BLOOD. I passed out then, I don't know for how long, seconds, minutes, hours. When I came to, SHE was there smirking, I couldn't really make her out, all I knew was she was there, smirking, her figure silhouetted. I knew she wasn't expecting what came next, I plunged toward her and hit her . . .or it. I heard a crack and fell to the ground. When I looked up I saw what I had ran into. A mirror. But what surprised me even more was the reflection in it. It was a reflection of a girl, with long blonde hair tied in two odangos, her face was pale, she had blood streaked all over clothes, she held a butcher knife in her left hand and she was smirking. When I saw this I gave a scream, then the screams turned into hysterical laughter. Laughter in high-pitched squeals.
The next thing I see are flashing lights, all around me, and then I wonder, Who was she?
Author's Notes:
By: Demonic Angel (a.k.a. Da P-chan ^_^)
This and all the characters in this story belong to Naoko Takeuchi; the plot is my idea so please don't steal it. Plus I don't have much money so don't sue me if I forgot anything. Thanx for reading this story, y'all probably hate me for this especially all you Usagi/Serena/Sailormoon fans. Ja ne no da!! Please review! Be gentle…
The Sins of Insanity
SHE was standing before me, with a smirk playing over her lips. In her left hand she held a butcher knife, with a red gleam on it. No, not 'RED' . . .but BLOOD…the people I knew all my life, were now dead. My father, laying on his back with a stab wound in his chest, blood was still trickling out of it, my mother, in the kitchen laying on the tiled floor, with various wounds all over her body but the one that killed her was the one through her head, and my little brother, he was in his bed, you would think he was asleep if you just glanced at him but if you looked really hard you could tell he wasn't breathing, and his sheets were drenched in blood, from a stab to the abdomen witch caused it to burst. Now I look at the killer, the one holding the knife. SHE is still smirking, her eyes glazed over, and no emotion in them. I then think back to when I found them. I had just got back from the Temple, and I went straight to sleep, even though it was almost dinner time, I knew mother would wake me up, if not then I would smell it before it was ready. Little did I know that I wouldn't wake up for 4 hours, the reason I did was because I was hungry. When I awoke I felt clammy, and I was perspiring a lot. I then looked at my clock and found out it was 11:30 at night. The first thing I wondered was why mother didn't wake me up, as I headed down stairs I smelled something, something that smelled sweet yet sour but couldn't really put my finger on it to what it was called. I walked into the kitchen, and cried out. My mother was lying on the floor, blood gushing out of her head and other various parts of her body. I vomited right there, the stench that I had smelled before was now assailing my nose and I had to hold my hand over my mouth so I wouldn't vomit again. I staggered out of the kitchen, going into the living room to get father, when I smelled it. I knew before I even walked in there, I looked in and there he was, on the floor with a chest wound. I ran up the stairs to look for my brother and found him in his room. I walked in there, it was dark, but I could make out his figure. I smelled it in here too, I shook him, again, and again, and again, he did not wake up. I then noticed my hands felt sticky, and I knew what it was . . .BLOOD. I passed out then, I don't know for how long, seconds, minutes, hours. When I came to, SHE was there smirking, I couldn't really make her out, all I knew was she was there, smirking, her figure silhouetted. I knew she wasn't expecting what came next, I plunged toward her and hit her . . .or it. I heard a crack and fell to the ground. When I looked up I saw what I had ran into. A mirror. But what surprised me even more was the reflection in it. It was a reflection of a girl, with long blonde hair tied in two odangos, her face was pale, she had blood streaked all over clothes, she held a butcher knife in her left hand and she was smirking. When I saw this I gave a scream, then the screams turned into hysterical laughter. Laughter in high-pitched squeals.
The next thing I see are flashing lights, all around me, and then I wonder, Who was she?
Author's Notes:
By: Demonic Angel (a.k.a. Da P-chan ^_^)
This and all the characters in this story belong to Naoko Takeuchi; the plot is my idea so please don't steal it. Plus I don't have much money so don't sue me if I forgot anything. Thanx for reading this story, y'all probably hate me for this especially all you Usagi/Serena/Sailormoon fans. Ja ne no da!! Please review! Be gentle…