This is just something I felt like writing at the time. It's in Kristys point of view. Well, before the madness began. It just explains some things about her. Enjoy. :D
So, its just another day in my house and a woman's screams are being heard. The sound echoes and booms, so loud that the neighbors cover their ears even if they don't hear the sound. A cry in pain as the mother desperately tries to escape the clutches of darkness and evil. Then she stops and the world is moving again. Fast forward, motion. A dry laugh is heard and the fear is gone. As if it has evaporated into thin air. But, its too soon and the laugh stops and I hear a sound. Like a bell ringing, warning me. It taps against my skin. Trying to find a way in. Trying to scare me.
Death doesn't scare me anymore, I think. Me, Elizabeth Burton Bell. Weird name right? Well, weird doesn't even begin to cut it. The truth is my name isn't really that, It's Kristy. Well, it is but, I like the name Kristy better. Call me anything else and your dead. No deal. Your life is cut, and your soul is under my charm, my protection.
I am the protector, the soul collector. No, I don't take your body and make you die. I mean, unless you really tick me off, that is.
