Black Sin
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in the series except the Black Poison Alchemist and Lyanna. (And still more to come.)
Series Warning: This fanfiction series has spoilers! Read at your own risk! (But I highly doubt I'll finish the story before the series, so yeah… xD)
Chapter Warning: This might be rated a bit higher than the rest of the series, a lot of violence, with horror mixed in. Read at your own risk.
Chapter Four: Mother
"MOTHER!" an anxious voice called as a small girl stepped into her once warm and cozy home. But now... it was a chilling and dreadful place to be, but the reasons unknown to the girl... a gut feeling, you might call it.
The girl had long black hair that ended just past her shoulders, and her eyes were bright blue, much like the sky on a sunny day. She was holding a bouquet of flowers that she had picked for the table centerpiece, and quite a pretty bunch they were too; lilacs, small tulips, and various other violet-hued flowers. But now they were dropped on the ground, scattered like the falling leaves during the mild season we call autumn.
She glanced around quietly, blinking back tears. Mother was always downstairs, cooking for dinner... and Mother would be here... holding the girl and smiling when she accepted the gift of flowers that the girl would always bring... she would always say, "Why, these are beautiful, Black! Just like you..." And Mother would set the girl down and give her a kiss on top of the head, and would hurry to put the flowers in a vase, so that they may look at it whenever there was a pause in their chewing.
But today was a different day, a strange day... Black's sister didn't want to go 'flower-hunting', as they would call it, with her... which was queer, as both girls loved sitting in the sunshine and twirling flower stems between their fingers... Black's sister... the Dark One.
Or so their mother called her... as Black's sister truly was dark, some might even call her a child from hell. She could kill an innocent animal without any feelings for it at all, and yet… it was amazing how nice she could at times. It seemed that she was two different people, completely unpredictable.
Black's scared voice followed her as she ran up the stairs in the darkened house, calling out, "Mother!" She blinked and looked around, sniffling a cry as she fell on the loose stair, tripping and falling down a few steps, scraping her knees and cutting herself. She let out a loud cry of pain and lay there, curled up in a ball and trembling.
Presently, however, she forced herself to her feet with a few gasps of pain, and slowly took a few paces forward, finally reaching the floor in which the bedrooms were. "Sister...? Mother...?" She asked tentatively, reaching out and looking into her sister's bedroom, then her own. She ambled slowly to Mother's room, walking quickly past the spare... the room that their father was murdered horribly in, just recently. Walking past that room, someone... or something... let out a rattling, chilling breath, but when she turned, there was no one there...
Black was truly frightened now, taking steps as fast as an eight-year-old's can carry her. After what seemed like hours, she finally reached her Mother's bedroom, and gasped, her eyes wide with fear. "M-M-Mother...?" She asked quietly, running to the bed.
She immediately pulled back, her eyes wide with fear. Blood completely soaked the bed and was dripping to the ground at a slow, steady pace, and had already weakened the wood; a small piece had already fallen away to the floor below. The graceful figure of her mother had been slashed- no. Mutilated. Some parts were even revealing the bone. Black reached out her small arm, and felt the figure of her mother, in a place that wasn't bloodied up too bad. It was stone cold.
"She's dead, Black." A voice equally cold said, as a figure rose from the other side of the bed. Black blinked and looked at the figure, who was bloodstained from her hair to her slippers. She had a fair face, even when she was small, and her black strands of hair stopped just below her ears. Her bright green eyes glowed eerily in the darkness; hand was holding a metal whip, which was stained red.
Black glared at the figure and hesitated, not taking in this scary thought. "Lyanna... did... did... did you KILL MOTHER!" she shrieked, the truth dawning upon her.
Lyanna blinked and stared at her sister. "Of course. I had to make sure that you had no more source of comfort in the world." She let out a merciless cackle, walking towards Black with the blood-stained whip…
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With an anguished scream, Black sat up in bed, sweating and panting, panicked, frozen in fear and horror. After a few still moments, she slowly calmed down, looking around. She was at the Devil's Nest. She was alive. And she had survived that fateful night when Mother was murdered.
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Author's Notes: Yes, my chapters are short. Sorry. Oo; grins and hugs everyone for the nice comments And you get a bonus! Two chapters today! (And this one is longer than usual. xD)