[Warning: Minor gore and blood.]
Mother was supposed to be bringing home a new dress for me.
She said it was supposed to be white and beautiful and I would look absolutely lovely.
That isn't how it happened though.
I still looked lovely, but in a different way.
I sat in my play room, surrounded by my many dolls. My dress was a deep purple velvet. The was a ribbon to match in my hair. All my dolls were expensive dresses, like me. My older brother was in the room down the wall. He hasn't come out for days. The maids had to bring him his food, but he hasn't eaten it. I worry for him. The whole house does.
My mother was out shopping buy my brother and me new clothes, well mostly me. My brother didn't care for fashion and clothes as much as me, but that is okay. We just have different likings. My father was at work, making the Van-Gale family proud, just like me and my brother would one day. Grandmother and Grandfather should be having tea at this time. Auntie should be painting. Miss Shamble should be cleaning. Iris and Ellis should be cooking. Well everything was perfect and normal.
I heard the door from my brother's room open and slam shut. Then it was quiet, almost quiet. Just a heavy breathing and heavy footsteps. Maybe brother was sick. The footstep came closer and closer. I looked away from my doll to look at the open door to see my brother walk past followed by a hunched bloody stitched up creature.
I stood up quickly. My dolls dropped to the floor.
I wanted to yell to him. To tell him what is behind him. To ask him what is he doing and what is going on. But nothing would come out. My throat was closed with nervousness. My legs began to shake. My palms inside of my white gloves became wet with sweat.
I ran out the room, following the trail of dripping blood from the creature. I ran door the hall and down the stairs. I tripped and tumbled down the marble stairs. I hit the floor and tried to get up. There was a pain in my ankle. I managed to stand up by clinging to the banister. Then I heard a scream. First, a husky scream of a elderly woman, and then of a man. That must be Grandma and Grandpa!
I stumbled down the hallway to the living room. There lay a elderly fox woman, whose once fancy yellow dress with stained with blood from a stab to her chest. Next to her, against a chair, was a elderly fox man. His black coat was torn in the chest and his blood had coated the floor. They were both dead.
I couldn't stop the tears. They just flowed out like a river. Brother had always told me I was too quick to cry and that I was a baby and I disgrace to the men of the Van-Gale family. Wait! Brother! And Auntie! I had to warn them there is a murderer about. They could be next!
Somehow, I got myself to move out of that room and down the hall to Auntie's art studio. Just as I stepped inside, Auntie's head flew out and hit the canvas in front of her. Her body crumbled and her head hit the floor. Blood splattered the canvas. She was dead now, too.
I looked to see who had down this. I saw the bloody creature that was following brother. Its long claws which had cut Auntie's neck were coated with blood. The blood my family. It has wavy long black hair that seemed quite familiar. Next to it, to my surprise, was brother. He was grinning down at Auntie's beheaded body. I let out a shriek. Brother quickly turned around and sent a dagger straight into my hand and stuck it into a wall. "Zaide!!!", I screamed out. I fidgeted to get the dagger gluing my hand to the wall out. Blood ran down the wall. I screamed his name over and over again. Both him and the creature ignored me. Then, I heard the front door. Mother and Father. No no no no no no no no no!!!
"We are home, darlings", I heard my mother say in her cheerful, loving voice. Zaide and the creature left the room as I tried to remove the dagger. When they had left, I finally managed to remove in. My hand was gushing blood. I heard a loud thud and my mother scream. I rushed out the room and down the hall to the front door. Father's body lay cut in two. He was dead. I saw the creature stand up from over Mother's body, which had been stabbed in the back. She held something under her which I cannot see. Now she was dead.
I fell to my knees. The tears wouldn't stop. I sob bed and sobbed. But, my brother just stood there. He would come wipe my tears like the older brother I used to know. No. This was like a entirely new brother. One who killed my family and made the brother I loved disappear. He just grinned and stood next to the creature. Then he walked over to me and kneeled down in front of me. I looked into his eyes. They were fushia like mine, but there were no tears, just satisfaction. He took my wounded hand in his and grinned at me. "Zaide, why? Why did you order that beast to kill them?" I uttered out.
"Because, I wanted to. I was sick of them. I'm sick of you too. And that is not a beast. Its an Insaian. Its Koruuna. I brought her back.", he answered and grinned more. Koruuna was his late girlfriend who had died from starving herself. That is why I recognized her hair. that is her body that is mutanized. Insanian creating is a forbidden magic which brings doll-like zombies to life with dead bodies. Its impossible that Zaide could learn it. But he did. And an insane zombie of Koruuna is now alive.
"But why not kill me?" I said in pain as his grip on my hand got tighter.
"Because, there is something you owe me. A promise we made. And I am not going to kill you till its fulfilled." And his grip crushed my hand and I screamed. Then he let go. His hand was complete soaked in my blood. He got up and went over to the wall. With the blood on his hand he wrote upon the wall the words 'Gay and Insane'. Then he chuckled and yelled "That is what you are, Zudorio! Gay and insane! You are foolish stupid crazy little gay boy who has just lost his family!" And he walked out the door and gestured to Insanian Koruuna to follow him and he was gone. "Master Zudorio! Master Zudorio!" screamed a voice. It was Shamble, the head maid. She came out from behind the wall which she was hiding behind. I didn't pay attention to her. I stared at what Zaide had wrote on the wall. Gay and Insane. I started to cry more. Shamble kneeled down and embraced me. Then something odd and uncontrollable happened. Instead, I began to laugh. I was overcome with this overwhelming happiness. I laugh so loud, it rang through the house full of dead bodies and much blood. I pushed Shamble away. I got up, grinning with my sharp teeth showing. I walked over to my mother and kicked her body aside. Underneath her, stained in her blood, was a dress. A dress that was once white. Now deep red. I kneeled down again and stripped myself of my deep purple velvet dress. I then up on the blood soaked dress. It was still damp with her blood. I didn't mind. I liked it. I liked the smell of the blood. I stood up and turned to Shamble, kneeling at my feet and crying, staring up at me with worried eyes.
I grinned once again insanely and said, "Nothing can stay pure and white forever."
Mother was supposed to be bringing home a new dress for me.
She said it was supposed to be white and beautiful and I would look absolutely lovely.
That isn't how it happened though.
I still looked lovely, but in a different way.
I sat in my play room, surrounded by my many dolls. My dress was a deep purple velvet. The was a ribbon to match in my hair. All my dolls were expensive dresses, like me. My older brother was in the room down the wall. He hasn't come out for days. The maids had to bring him his food, but he hasn't eaten it. I worry for him. The whole house does.
My mother was out shopping buy my brother and me new clothes, well mostly me. My brother didn't care for fashion and clothes as much as me, but that is okay. We just have different likings. My father was at work, making the Van-Gale family proud, just like me and my brother would one day. Grandmother and Grandfather should be having tea at this time. Auntie should be painting. Miss Shamble should be cleaning. Iris and Ellis should be cooking. Well everything was perfect and normal.
I heard the door from my brother's room open and slam shut. Then it was quiet, almost quiet. Just a heavy breathing and heavy footsteps. Maybe brother was sick. The footstep came closer and closer. I looked away from my doll to look at the open door to see my brother walk past followed by a hunched bloody stitched up creature.
I stood up quickly. My dolls dropped to the floor.
I wanted to yell to him. To tell him what is behind him. To ask him what is he doing and what is going on. But nothing would come out. My throat was closed with nervousness. My legs began to shake. My palms inside of my white gloves became wet with sweat.
I ran out the room, following the trail of dripping blood from the creature. I ran door the hall and down the stairs. I tripped and tumbled down the marble stairs. I hit the floor and tried to get up. There was a pain in my ankle. I managed to stand up by clinging to the banister. Then I heard a scream. First, a husky scream of a elderly woman, and then of a man. That must be Grandma and Grandpa!
I stumbled down the hallway to the living room. There lay a elderly fox woman, whose once fancy yellow dress with stained with blood from a stab to her chest. Next to her, against a chair, was a elderly fox man. His black coat was torn in the chest and his blood had coated the floor. They were both dead.
I couldn't stop the tears. They just flowed out like a river. Brother had always told me I was too quick to cry and that I was a baby and I disgrace to the men of the Van-Gale family. Wait! Brother! And Auntie! I had to warn them there is a murderer about. They could be next!
Somehow, I got myself to move out of that room and down the hall to Auntie's art studio. Just as I stepped inside, Auntie's head flew out and hit the canvas in front of her. Her body crumbled and her head hit the floor. Blood splattered the canvas. She was dead now, too.
I looked to see who had down this. I saw the bloody creature that was following brother. Its long claws which had cut Auntie's neck were coated with blood. The blood my family. It has wavy long black hair that seemed quite familiar. Next to it, to my surprise, was brother. He was grinning down at Auntie's beheaded body. I let out a shriek. Brother quickly turned around and sent a dagger straight into my hand and stuck it into a wall. "Zaide!!!", I screamed out. I fidgeted to get the dagger gluing my hand to the wall out. Blood ran down the wall. I screamed his name over and over again. Both him and the creature ignored me. Then, I heard the front door. Mother and Father. No no no no no no no no no!!!
"We are home, darlings", I heard my mother say in her cheerful, loving voice. Zaide and the creature left the room as I tried to remove the dagger. When they had left, I finally managed to remove in. My hand was gushing blood. I heard a loud thud and my mother scream. I rushed out the room and down the hall to the front door. Father's body lay cut in two. He was dead. I saw the creature stand up from over Mother's body, which had been stabbed in the back. She held something under her which I cannot see. Now she was dead.
I fell to my knees. The tears wouldn't stop. I sob bed and sobbed. But, my brother just stood there. He would come wipe my tears like the older brother I used to know. No. This was like a entirely new brother. One who killed my family and made the brother I loved disappear. He just grinned and stood next to the creature. Then he walked over to me and kneeled down in front of me. I looked into his eyes. They were fushia like mine, but there were no tears, just satisfaction. He took my wounded hand in his and grinned at me. "Zaide, why? Why did you order that beast to kill them?" I uttered out.
"Because, I wanted to. I was sick of them. I'm sick of you too. And that is not a beast. Its an Insaian. Its Koruuna. I brought her back.", he answered and grinned more. Koruuna was his late girlfriend who had died from starving herself. That is why I recognized her hair. that is her body that is mutanized. Insanian creating is a forbidden magic which brings doll-like zombies to life with dead bodies. Its impossible that Zaide could learn it. But he did. And an insane zombie of Koruuna is now alive.
"But why not kill me?" I said in pain as his grip on my hand got tighter.
"Because, there is something you owe me. A promise we made. And I am not going to kill you till its fulfilled." And his grip crushed my hand and I screamed. Then he let go. His hand was complete soaked in my blood. He got up and went over to the wall. With the blood on his hand he wrote upon the wall the words 'Gay and Insane'. Then he chuckled and yelled "That is what you are, Zudorio! Gay and insane! You are foolish stupid crazy little gay boy who has just lost his family!" And he walked out the door and gestured to Insanian Koruuna to follow him and he was gone. "Master Zudorio! Master Zudorio!" screamed a voice. It was Shamble, the head maid. She came out from behind the wall which she was hiding behind. I didn't pay attention to her. I stared at what Zaide had wrote on the wall. Gay and Insane. I started to cry more. Shamble kneeled down and embraced me. Then something odd and uncontrollable happened. Instead, I began to laugh. I was overcome with this overwhelming happiness. I laugh so loud, it rang through the house full of dead bodies and much blood. I pushed Shamble away. I got up, grinning with my sharp teeth showing. I walked over to my mother and kicked her body aside. Underneath her, stained in her blood, was a dress. A dress that was once white. Now deep red. I kneeled down again and stripped myself of my deep purple velvet dress. I then up on the blood soaked dress. It was still damp with her blood. I didn't mind. I liked it. I liked the smell of the blood. I stood up and turned to Shamble, kneeling at my feet and crying, staring up at me with worried eyes.
I grinned once again insanely and said, "Nothing can stay pure and white forever."
Age:18
Gender:Female
Animal:Hedghog
Favs
Song:Get On The Floor
Color:Hot pink
Flavor:Strawberries
Adictions
Drugs?:Always.
Smokeing?:Yup.
Other:Yup.
Hates:
People who tell her what to do.
Books.
The smell of failure on herself
Fav sayings:
Treat others the way you DON'T want to be treated.
Talents
Picking locks.
Escapeing from jail without anyone knowing for months.
Singing.
What to do for free time:
-.- Get drunk.
Sleep.
Insult books.
Insult people.
Hangout with friends...Or random people she dosn't know.
Other:She is just about always drunk.Also you can never really stop getting in trouble.
It's short but it should give some ideas:
After all of the fighting, struggles, sadness and misery; they're all but torn apart...They tried to make everything right and make everyone happy...But it ended so badly...They never thought it would end like this...The dream's all but a faint, non-existant memory...~
I hope it gives you a thought on how it'll be. I'm going to try my best to make it worth your time to read it. Oh and may I ask if the title sounded good? Once again; any questions, comments or concerns?
After all of the fighting, struggles, sadness and misery; they're all but torn apart...They tried to make everything right and make everyone happy...But it ended so badly...They never thought it would end like this...The dream's all but a faint, non-existant memory...~
I hope it gives you a thought on how it'll be. I'm going to try my best to make it worth your time to read it. Oh and may I ask if the title sounded good? Once again; any questions, comments or concerns?
The city seemed quiet. Too quiet. She knew this. She did her job well. Another nay-sayer of the twisted rumors, silenced forever. Her name is Kiri the Doll. Some say that she can be the most elegant, and at the same time, quite insane.
One day, the authorities caught on to this, and tried to capture her to seal her away, not much success. She knew she could outwit the authorities until they got smart.
Then, the men in white lab coats came in, carrying a straight jacket, just her size. She was sealed away for a total of 15 years. But right when they thought she was cured of her mental illness, she murdered the guards she befriended, took the keys, and escaped.
Some new rumors had started, saying she now resides in a dark mansion, living with herself and her creations.
One day, the authorities caught on to this, and tried to capture her to seal her away, not much success. She knew she could outwit the authorities until they got smart.
Then, the men in white lab coats came in, carrying a straight jacket, just her size. She was sealed away for a total of 15 years. But right when they thought she was cured of her mental illness, she murdered the guards she befriended, took the keys, and escaped.
Some new rumors had started, saying she now resides in a dark mansion, living with herself and her creations.