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"You will know me by the scars I bare
You will know me by the hate I swear..." - Otep- Ghost flowers lyrics
Chapter Four: Wake up! Wake up! its time to play!
Hinata slipped inside the silent room, a smirk falling across her blood stained lips as she shifted her attention to the stirring limp within the large bed.
She could see her, sleeping comfortably in her frilly bed, no worries on her face, no nightmares or fear in her late dreams...oh what a fool. She had no idea what would be awaiting her once she awakened. The pale girl could guarantee with high satisfaction that this would be her last peaceful night...
Slowly, her hands reached out towards her neck, the veins luring her closer, just begging to be burst...but no. Not tonight. Hinata drew her bloody hands back, clasping them slightly as her darkened eyes stared irritably at her stepmothers sleeping form. The pale girl could just hear her stepmothers heart thumping irritably just by beating. She could kill her now and yet...she considered it to be somewhat...a waste. underwhelming.
No. Hinata would wait for a perfect time to strike. one that would count. She had not waited this many years just to crack her neck like cheap crockery in the night...oh no. She was going to take her sweet time with her demise, make her remember every last second- each needle threading through her skin, each dagger etching such wonderful pictures into her flesh...
A grin spread across her face, the stitches that outlined her ripped lips extending to the tip of her cheekbones in a gruesome maniac smile. Hinata leaned close until she could smell the cheap perfume, hear the light thump of a fragile heart, her better judgement just begging for it to stop. She placed her lips near her ear.
"Wake up! wake up! its time to play!" she whispered darkly, chuckling to herself as she slipped across the floor and out the window, daring a glance to see her bewildered face just in time for her to wake up...
excellent.
Blood dripped slowly to the ground, life seeping out as the dank cell began to fill with the metallic scent. The ruby liquid trickled slowly into the cracks between the walls. Lifeless eyes gazed up, horrified, staring at nothing and everything and showing no emotion apart from fear.
footsteps were heard stepping down the steep, worn out staircase. The lack of a banister making the journey that much more dangerous. It was obvious that this place had been specifically designed not to be comfortable.
As her mine of vision came contact with the mess before her, a gasp resounded through the dark room as the woman's eyes fluttered frantically across the scene, a shaking hand finding its way to her thin lips.
The chains within the cell had been torn out of the walls, small chunks of flesh splattered over them, dark blood coating the rusty was spreading out across the floor,a layer of red practically coating the whole thing, some sprayed up the wall, some looked horrifyingly like hand prints... She could even see small bits of bloody skin that had torn off against the walls.
Then her eyes took in her husband, lying on the floor.
well, she supposed it was her husband:the only things untouched were his eyes and forehead, the rest of him a bloody mess. And as she took it all in, she realized once and for all...that it was her.
The stitches covered his body,pulling his ripped and torn flesh and skin together horribly, blood seeping out thickly from each wound. Sewing needle had been slid into his chest; the delicacy in which they had been placed told her that she had taken her sweet time. A stitched smile spread across his face, The gruesome tears lifting his lips in a smile that contrasted deeply with the state he was in.
She had known that something would be wrong as soon as she head that horrifying whisper that ripped her from her dreams, that horrifying silhouette outlined in the moonlight from the window.
Her mind raced as she thought of what to do, scandalous plots flitting through as she thought of her safety. After an hour of her gaze locked on her dead husband, she had decided.
No one was to know. It would only make them panic, besides, she could reside at the princes ball at the palace later. She would not let her daughters miss a chance at royalty. She nodded and grabbed the keys that lay strewn in his blood, cringing as the slippery liquid coated her fingers.
They would at least have sanctity for a day before she came...and yet, one thing lingered in her troubled mind,nagging at her plots and gnawing at her nerves...
what would happen after midnight?
Sorry this is short, but its just a filler for the next scene!
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