Post by †Arisen† on Jan 4, 2009 21:04:49 GMT -6
He stood there, A shadow on the moon. She lay on the ground in a corn field, shaking as blood poured from the wound her chest. He held a gun in his hand, face solem. She blinked slowly, eyes focusing.
"You...you shot me..." She claimed weakly.
"Now that your bleeding, you stare at the ceiling watching it all fade away," He murmered, putting the gun away.
"Why...? I thought..." She gasped in pain, breath laboring as blood ran down her chin.
"You were wrong." He turned away.
"I...I love you..." She managed to whisper, taking her last breaths. He stopped.
"Its only words," He said. "Words down prove anything."
He walked away from the dying girl. "With your dying gasps, more life is taken on this planet. And even more life is born."
He turned and walked away, leaving the corpse to drain on the dirt ground. His eyes had gone from a mellow blue to a vicious blood red. His dark hair fell infront of his face as he smiled evilly and widely.
He paused, lifting his head, "Its getting dark," He said casually, "Its getting dark. Who knows what monsters are out tonight.
"You know," he looked up at the moon, sliding on his glasses and speaking to the corpse behind him, "This is my favorite time. A new day ending, with another going to begin.
"The death of something to everyone."
He moved quietly back to the street, holstering his gun.
He planned on hopping on his bike and leaving this town far behind. His job was complete. The girl, Sherry, was dead. Everything had gone as planned.
Arsen, as he was called, aloud himself a small smirk. Everything had been flawless. Except for Sherry's friend. She had been a problem to get away from. But, it didn't matter now. Soon he'd be gone and Sherry's friend would be depressed, a team would try and find Arsen and get mauled by other vampires when humans got too nosey blah, blah, blah.
Same thing everytime, guarnteed.
Arsen's eyes were now a deep, dark blue, swiring lazyily. He nearly paused as he thought of Sherry's friend. He couldn't remember her name--she hadn't been his target.
He shrugged and walked on, wanting to know this girl's reaction to seeing him, then finding Sherry's corpse in the field by the road.
Arsen reached into his pocket causually and pulled out a box of cigarettes. Then grabbed his lighter, lighting the cigarettes and returning the lighter to his pocket in one fluid motion.
He watched the birds fly from him, feeling the danger. And he smirked.
This girl had just found a panther wanting to play.
"You...you shot me..." She claimed weakly.
"Now that your bleeding, you stare at the ceiling watching it all fade away," He murmered, putting the gun away.
"Why...? I thought..." She gasped in pain, breath laboring as blood ran down her chin.
"You were wrong." He turned away.
"I...I love you..." She managed to whisper, taking her last breaths. He stopped.
"Its only words," He said. "Words down prove anything."
He walked away from the dying girl. "With your dying gasps, more life is taken on this planet. And even more life is born."
He turned and walked away, leaving the corpse to drain on the dirt ground. His eyes had gone from a mellow blue to a vicious blood red. His dark hair fell infront of his face as he smiled evilly and widely.
He paused, lifting his head, "Its getting dark," He said casually, "Its getting dark. Who knows what monsters are out tonight.
"You know," he looked up at the moon, sliding on his glasses and speaking to the corpse behind him, "This is my favorite time. A new day ending, with another going to begin.
"The death of something to everyone."
He moved quietly back to the street, holstering his gun.
He planned on hopping on his bike and leaving this town far behind. His job was complete. The girl, Sherry, was dead. Everything had gone as planned.
Arsen, as he was called, aloud himself a small smirk. Everything had been flawless. Except for Sherry's friend. She had been a problem to get away from. But, it didn't matter now. Soon he'd be gone and Sherry's friend would be depressed, a team would try and find Arsen and get mauled by other vampires when humans got too nosey blah, blah, blah.
Same thing everytime, guarnteed.
Arsen's eyes were now a deep, dark blue, swiring lazyily. He nearly paused as he thought of Sherry's friend. He couldn't remember her name--she hadn't been his target.
He shrugged and walked on, wanting to know this girl's reaction to seeing him, then finding Sherry's corpse in the field by the road.
Arsen reached into his pocket causually and pulled out a box of cigarettes. Then grabbed his lighter, lighting the cigarettes and returning the lighter to his pocket in one fluid motion.
He watched the birds fly from him, feeling the danger. And he smirked.
This girl had just found a panther wanting to play.
