Pain Of A Bloody Oblivion
A girl in a slightly wavy white dress walked threw a forest away from a village, which was her home, or so she thought. As the sky gray clouds over took the sunny day. Flashes of lightening could be seen from the direction she was leaving. The flashes light her hair to seem red like the hot flames that her nightmares consisted of. From the village she had her back to, came screams of pain and misery. Only the roaring of thunder dimmed the screams for help over head. Her sharp white teeth stuck out from her mouth biting into her bottom lip. The thunder boomed overhead as lightening flashed which became soothing chores to her ears as she kept her steady pace on the forest path. Her bear feet were caked with what seemed like mud mixed with blood. Then the clouds finally broke out and rain started to pour down, soaking her hair to lay limb on her face and neck. Her white dress clung to her as the rain soaked it as well. When she finally reached the end of the forest path the images, which were still in her mind afresh made her fall on her knees into the new mud, which was still accumulating. The images of blood, death, tattered close, decapitated bodies made her scream. Her screams could be herd for miles over the booming thunder and the thoughts of people near by. She felt a sharp pain in her back as well as her head. She glanced at her surrounding as they began to spin around her. She fainted then with a small thud.
A man in old faded jeans, a black shirt with a hooded coat on herd the screams and ran threw the forest to stop near a clearing. There passed out was a girl with dark black hair with scarlet red, white, and silver streaks, in a white dress which was soaked with rain and dirty from mud. Her feet were bare and slightly clean from all the water that was pouring down. He walked over and shook her. When she didn't make a move or any thing he felt her head to see that she was burning up. That's when he noticed the blood pouring out from a wound on her abdomen and down a cut on her arm. He scoped it up and took off. When he arrived at a old mansion he unlocked a the huge door and took her up to a room which was furnished. When he entered lamps light up and a fire started on there own accord. He set her down on the king size bed and covered her with a heavy dark quilt. As he took off the coat lightening struck helping to light his features. He pushed back his long black hair. His stone blue eyes looked around the room. When they stopped at the girl in his bed. He walked to a adjoining room and found bandages and some rags. He went back to the girl and gentle rolled her dress sleeves up and wiped off the blood and cleaned the gash there. He very gentle yet in a steady way rapped it. He lifted her ship till it rested above the cut there and as he did for her arm cleaned and rapped it. He covered her back up as the thunder roared, and lightening lit the outside. He looked at the mysteries girl again then went to go change his wet close and get cleaned up.
A girl in a slightly wavy white dress walked threw a forest away from a village, which was her home, or so she thought. As the sky gray clouds over took the sunny day. Flashes of lightening could be seen from the direction she was leaving. The flashes light her hair to seem red like the hot flames that her nightmares consisted of. From the village she had her back to, came screams of pain and misery. Only the roaring of thunder dimmed the screams for help over head. Her sharp white teeth stuck out from her mouth biting into her bottom lip. The thunder boomed overhead as lightening flashed which became soothing chores to her ears as she kept her steady pace on the forest path. Her bear feet were caked with what seemed like mud mixed with blood. Then the clouds finally broke out and rain started to pour down, soaking her hair to lay limb on her face and neck. Her white dress clung to her as the rain soaked it as well. When she finally reached the end of the forest path the images, which were still in her mind afresh made her fall on her knees into the new mud, which was still accumulating. The images of blood, death, tattered close, decapitated bodies made her scream. Her screams could be herd for miles over the booming thunder and the thoughts of people near by. She felt a sharp pain in her back as well as her head. She glanced at her surrounding as they began to spin around her. She fainted then with a small thud.
A man in old faded jeans, a black shirt with a hooded coat on herd the screams and ran threw the forest to stop near a clearing. There passed out was a girl with dark black hair with scarlet red, white, and silver streaks, in a white dress which was soaked with rain and dirty from mud. Her feet were bare and slightly clean from all the water that was pouring down. He walked over and shook her. When she didn't make a move or any thing he felt her head to see that she was burning up. That's when he noticed the blood pouring out from a wound on her abdomen and down a cut on her arm. He scoped it up and took off. When he arrived at a old mansion he unlocked a the huge door and took her up to a room which was furnished. When he entered lamps light up and a fire started on there own accord. He set her down on the king size bed and covered her with a heavy dark quilt. As he took off the coat lightening struck helping to light his features. He pushed back his long black hair. His stone blue eyes looked around the room. When they stopped at the girl in his bed. He walked to a adjoining room and found bandages and some rags. He went back to the girl and gentle rolled her dress sleeves up and wiped off the blood and cleaned the gash there. He very gentle yet in a steady way rapped it. He lifted her ship till it rested above the cut there and as he did for her arm cleaned and rapped it. He covered her back up as the thunder roared, and lightening lit the outside. He looked at the mysteries girl again then went to go change his wet close and get cleaned up.