You're Not a Bad Person
Chapter 14
Blood-Spattered
Sapphire was thrown into a deserted town, the sandy wind violent and nasty, blinding her for a few moments. It stung her eyes. She was on her own, no Punisher, nor guns, nothing. Only her being self stood in the centre. She went to look around…still nothing. It was only when a tiny ribbon of blood trailed down the back of her arm for some reason. She wasn't in pain, so where did it come from?
The world flashed in colours and suddenly, her world became dark. It was a dark and stormy night, and she was standing in the hallway of the Inn upstairs the Inn. The upstairs of the Inn was crippled. Sapphire's door was broken down, her room trashed all the way through and blood oozed down the walls. She panicked.
"What's going on here…?" She whispered. She sniffed the air and it was thick with the smell of dirty iron…blood, and she knew it. She faced the doors. Every single door of the Inn was broken, smashed by some unknown angered force and blood seemed to have splattered everywhere. Then, she saw it…
She glanced down and thick blood was trailed and smeared all on the floor. She followed the trail of thick blood and saw that it was leading to Bart's room. His door wasn't destroyed, which baffled her. It was clean, it was fine, and it was okay. She swallowed a hard lump and slowly opened the door, and peered in.
All around his room, blood and sweat was glossed across the walls and ceiling, the smell of dead bodies was heavy in the air. On the floor, there was a carpet of broken bodies, twisted and torn, their eyes staring after their departed essences. Bodies that were hacked wildly and ripped were hanging on the wall with chains and thick hooks, their bodies drenched in their once-living blood. Sapphire whimpered in ache. She saw Rose…she saw Billy and she saw a Slig, dead on the wall.
That Slig…was her sister Ruby.
She looked up to see Bart, caked with blood, dirt and sweat. His bloody-curling body was soaked with blood that wasn't even his. He had a knife in one hand and his Revolver in the other. He glanced up to see Sapphire and he smirked.
"Hey…"
Then, Sapphire released a piercing horror-struck scream, in which echoed…
…Sapphire sat up instantaneously, panting, sweating. She rubbed her head and gasped for air. She was lying sprawled across her bed, her hair damp from her shower and her clothes were clean thanks to Rose. The night was dark, and only the full moon gave out it washed-out blue shine through Sapphire's room. She sighed; glad to have been out of that nightmare and she shivered at the thought. She felt like crying, her heart screaming to escape and it felt that it was about to rip through her chest. She shook her head.
That was petrifying! She kept rubbing her face with trembling hands. It was a peaceful night, and the Inn was calm. Rose and Billy had gone to bed. She couldn't just lie down here, she must go outside for some fresh air, and she wanted to go outside because she loved Midnight walks all the time. Normally, she would walk around Vykkers Labs, on the balconies that hugged onto the ship, but now, she has the wildlife with her. She got straight into her clothes and she locked her door.
She left the Inn silently, with her Punisher Handgun securely in her hand…
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Ooh, poor Sapphire, she had a nightmare and a nasty one too. Hmm, maybe someone's trying to tell Sapphire that Bart's nothing but trouble, then again, maybe not. Poor thing, she's getting confused. I'm sure you're thinking of questions, so is Sapphire. I just hope Sapphire's better in the night…or is that just plain more danger?
Disclaimer: In all respect to Lorne Lanning and his world of Odd, I do NOT own anything in this, I only own my OCs:
OCs in this Fanfic or are mentioned: Sapphire the Big Sis Slig, Rose the Landlady Clakker, Billy the Landlord Clakker, Dave the 'Multitasking' Slig and Furlong the big bro Slig, Danni the Vykker and Ruby the Slig, Corey and Joey the Big bro Slig.
OCs owned by friends who allowed me to put them on this: Bart the Big Bro Slig.
