AN: I don't know why I wrote this. Enjoy? I know its not very good, but I really liked writing it.
It has to do with bible/religious-related themes, mostly Satan oriented.
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Karen
. . . and so off they went, messing around in things they shouldn't have been messing in. The first girl, with long red hair down to her butt skipped up to the fence and began to climb it. The boy, following her fashion, was never far behind. They climbed to the top of the fence together, and wobbled unsteadily. The boy was the first to jump off, and he did nothing to break his fall, or even indicate it. Now, this fence must have been roughly thirteen feet high, and this boy and this girl, they were very young and small. Next, the girl jumped off, groaning with effort as she launched herself into the air, momentarily a silhouette against the red sunset, then came flying down limp and mute. Because she was limp and did not straighten her body out, her body lay motionless, in a position that was most unnatural, with her arms ad legs sticking out in odd angles.
If someone were there to have witnessed this event, they would have stopped it from ever happening. But their efforts would be in vain, because incidents like these would soon be frequent. But we are forgetting the second girl. This girl, who is quiet and thin and sickly, would prove to be horrible, more monstrous than anyone would even think her to be. It was then that she managed over the fence, and took a slick, silvery knife from her pant pocket. It fit smugly in the palm of her hand, a perfect fit. She then proceeded in stabbing the boy and girl. Each thrust was produced with much effort, and each time it came swiftly down, the effort was rewarded with warm, sweet, lively blood. She paused when the boy had stopped breathing, only to start again on the girl, but stopped again, and put the knife away. The girl would lay in her misery, until, she would eventually die.
The second girl got up quietly and left, no one the wiser. Because what she was to do next would prove to be horrible indeed.
This girl, her name was Karen. Karen was quite the average child, not one to capture your interest. But there was a day, of course, that changed her. Her uncle came up to her one day, and told her of the old religion, and of things that people had banished from their realities. She was instantly enthralled and begged for more when he was to go. But he did come again, and continued to tell her of these things, and gladly accepted when she asked to be taught of the old ways and the old religion by him. And so she learned of things most girls never learned of.
Her mind was hungry for more, and so she often went looking for the creatures described by her uncle, always wanting more. And she found many things, things she would not have believed in before, but now believed in very much. She read and she wrote about it, and learned more of it.
And so she was bound to find of the bad things she could get into, and she did. Her uncle told her of others who cherished the ways, and told her he would be gone to visit them. They said good-bye, and he left for the others.