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She stands watching and waiting; her intended prey but an arms reach away. No. No. She whispers to herself, Her time will come. Patience my love. Patience. The billowy form rippled as she followed the girl, close enough that she could smell her soul. Her sweet smelling soul pulsed with deceit and lies sending chills of excitement through Death's body. How she would enjoy devouring such power; its rich taste cold in her mouth, the shrill cry of the girl as Death gently tugged at her. Ever so gently. The girl rose for lunch and Death followed, walking beside the girl and her friend she drew energy from the surrounding students, just enough to ease her hunger. The friend, too pure for her taste, laughed as the two talked but Death knew her inner feelings. She knew what this girl actually thought. At first, Death considered the friend as her prey, but the hate was held captive by a mental force impenetrable. The group of friends the two sat with were not worth Her time, their cheerful laughter and silly comments made Her cringe. How is it that someone with so much malice can stand being around such a lively bunch? When the day had ended the group walked to their homes, each breaking off until it was just the two. Nows my chance. I shall claim her and soak in the hate. Death sped ahead of the two; waiting until they came closer. She held her arms out and swung the scythe, weaving her spell that opened the door. The girl froze. Her smile faded and the mask fell, her face contorted and she collapsed to the ground. Her friend rushing to her side. The girl looked up, not at her friend, but at Death as she towered over them. Death gave a sly smile that snaked across her face, reaching out her hand she grasped the girl's soul tightly. Ever so tightly. The soul thrashed violently as it was caressed from its warm home; Thats it. Come to me now, your time is up. The girl clenched her jaw and thrust a mental hand out at her retreading soul; the move was unexpected and caught Death off guard. However the girl must not have understood whom she was fighting, for she thrust another hand and clamped down over the first. Impatient with this game, Death pried the door open farther; hopefully snapping the girl's mind an releasing her soul. The hole grew, and with it the girl's mental strength collapsed. Her hands released and the soul was ripped from the body. Her silent scream rang through the air, falling on deaf ears, not even her friend had heard. Death turned from the scene and looked at the writhing form in her hand, Such a pity. She turned it left and right, That a girl with so much promise would choose such a destructive path. Death waved her scythe and the door closed; the girl's eyes twitched then shut for a final time. Gnawing on her snack, Death walked through the streets of the town. Passing by laughing families and embracing couples she suddenly stopped. She looked at the sky as the soul hung out from her mouth; slurping up the last bit she smiled as the silent scream was heard once again.
~Cries_With_Wolves~ · Thu Mar 27, 2008 @ 11:37pm · 0 Comments |
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