It had been hours since she last saw that good for nothing Brit and time was beginning to run out. In the west, the sun was setting, creatures of the night were coming forth from their individual hiding places, and worst, she was starting to smell like ass sweat.
"Damn it" she cursed. Why did she keep tripping over those damn roots? Melanie stood to straighten out her now wore-torn skirt of her once beautiful dress. A sudden shifting caught her attention. She opened her mouth to question the suspect but stopped short on the account that nobody was there.
Except that moving root… The very same one that had tripped her mere seconds ago.
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Run.
Faster than the flash on crack, Melanie ran deeper into the forest not knowing any direction of which she was headed. Only that she without a doubt, no questions asked, needed to get the fucking hell away. Small insignificant branches were no match for her as her small black slipper covered feet ran atop the uneven ground. It hurt, but nothing, not even that creepy laughter that seemed to follow and grate the very being of herself would make her stop.
"Wah!"
Melanie blinked. The world around her was slow, time irrelevant, all she could do was cry out and scream. Why? Why was she screaming? And why had the world slowed for her?
It all registered within in moments.
"AHHHHHHH!" Quickly as she could, she released her foot from the burrow that had suddenly opened up and swallowed her to her ankle. Nothing but pure white agony racked her brain as she shrieked and wailed. Her poor chocolate skin had been sliced and was now bleeding red down her distorted appendage.
Eyelids shut together tightly wishing to God that it would stop. It didn't.
Her tears broke through that dam slowly before and all out waterfall befell upon her cheeks. This was what it was, this was her pain. The fear, the hurt, the bittersweet agony, it was all her's to take. It hurt, it hurt so much, yet there was laughter.
Had she gone mad? Never would she have thought to laugh at her own demise.
No. No her's, their's. Those smiling bastards around her. She could feel it. The wicked, gleeful smiles stretched across their faces. Laughing- no cackling, resounding throughout the trees in a horrific manor. Creating such a horrible melody.
What was this hellish place?
'My world.' A voice whispered musically.
Unexpectedly, the laughter ceased. The only sounds being the wind, Melanie's sobs, and-
"…I'm serious West. There's something out here."
"Ja ja, Bruder. I heard you the first fifty times."
The dark haired girl faced to where the voices hailed from. First thing she spotted was and oddly glowing lantern, then through the darkness, a pair of reflected blood colored orbs met her tired, widened grey ones. The staring seemed to take hours but in actuality, it was naught but a few seconds.
He smirked, sending frightened chills down her spine. "Oi West. Look what I found." Getting a better look, she saw that the man had stark white hair upon his pale head. As he stalked closer he was followed by another. Melanie stared at him as they both only stood five feet from her shaking form.
In her eyes, he was beautiful.
Beautiful baby blue colored eyes as a precious spring afternoon. Golden locks that had stolen the sun's rays gelled back away from his face. Nicely shaped and strong jaw line, thick pale neck, and a bod that would put others to shame. Damn how she wishes she was that tightly fitting black shirt he wore. To touch his sinfully good body. To kiss his thin baby pink lips and have them devour her in such a naughty manner. Just the thought of his hands touching her everywhere and anywhere he pleased.
The sound of a small gasping moan brought her back to her senses. 'The hell was that?'
"Excuse me, are you alright?" Melanie glanced up to see 'West' staring at her. Nothing else mattered as she suddenly succumbed to the darkness that awaited her.
'His voice' she mentally cheered.
Ludwig blinked, "er, Hallo? Hallo? Scheisse"
Off to the side, Gilbert cackled manically and even went so far as to point at his brother's helplessness. It was all the younger could do not to punch his dumb ass of an elder brother.
"Did ya see that West? She practically passed out when she saw your face! Kesesese!"
This time he did punch his dumb ass of an elder brother. Whilst that idiot curse to himself and take care of his now bruised face, Ludwig bent down to the fallen girl on the floor. He scanned her, taking in the dirt and ripped dress, the many scratches decorating her arms legs and even face. The girl's left ankle was horridly grotesque with the ruptured skin and bone. Blood still flowed, but not so heavily as it once had if the red substance on her hands and dress were anything to go by. Not needing any further reasoning, he gently lifted her bridal style.
"She needs a medic."
"Ludwig," the albino started, "we can't take her." Gilbert's eyes trained on the girl in his brother's arms.
"She's hurt."
"What if she's one of them? Then what'll you do? You know what happened to Seychelles." Subconsciously, Ludwig tightened his hold on Melanie, but not that it would hurt her.
"Ludwig, we can't-"
"As soon as she's better we'll return her."
"And if she refuses?"
Blue and red orbs met, challenging the other through silent insults and provocation. Never once to lose composure, nor to back down from a trial he retorted solemnly.
"We kill her."
i will be expecting more like this if you don't mind vine~^^