I'm getting old! Not really, but each year brings me closer to the end, to the close, to the final judgement... or whatever you believe in... I'm feeling morbid this week.... I blame it on the book I'm reading, "the devil's footsteps" by some author... it's rather fantastic, but creepy and morbid.
The girl smirked, "Did you really think I would forget me promise?" she teased, the man on the floor who began to cry, "Please have mercy. Some-one help! Arrest me, kill me but don't let her touch me!" He screamed, the girl chuckled, "You killed my family, did you really think you'd get away with it?" she raised her palms high, her whole body shaking, clenching them into fists, squeezing his heart slowly and painfully, the man flopped and writhed in agony. She splayed her fingers releasing her grip and pulling his heart into pieces, blood burst through the skin of his wrists, and neck. The woman sighed, it was too easy to kill, to maim, to hurt and torture, she didn't want this, this malfunction in her body, she didn't want to be able to kill people but she could, she could give people an agonizing death. She could control them, torture them, from the inside out, she didn't understand why it was happening, or what was wrong with her but it wasn't good, she wanted to be normal, she wanted her family.
She ran back to the place she was staying, an old bookshop, where an old woman had kindly taken her in as a boarder, throwing herself into the room without a word to the owner and slid to the floor weeping, she hadn't wanted any of this, she wanted a family, she wanted to understand. Bryony was a strong girl, she didn't show her emotions much, wearing a fácade, a mask, but sometimes she lost her self control, and she couldn't do anything but cry.
3 years later
Celestia terror nee Bryony carlson, smiled as she stepped on the train, she may only be 16 but she was powerful and strong, she had had a marvelous teacher who had taught her how to control her magic, what she could do to stop herself from ripping people in two when they annoyed her, she was happy, and she liked her new name, it had a certain ring to it.
The girl smirked, "Did you really think I would forget me promise?" she teased, the man on the floor who began to cry, "Please have mercy. Some-one help! Arrest me, kill me but don't let her touch me!" He screamed, the girl chuckled, "You killed my family, did you really think you'd get away with it?" she raised her palms high, her whole body shaking, clenching them into fists, squeezing his heart slowly and painfully, the man flopped and writhed in agony. She splayed her fingers releasing her grip and pulling his heart into pieces, blood burst through the skin of his wrists, and neck. The woman sighed, it was too easy to kill, to maim, to hurt and torture, she didn't want this, this malfunction in her body, she didn't want to be able to kill people but she could, she could give people an agonizing death. She could control them, torture them, from the inside out, she didn't understand why it was happening, or what was wrong with her but it wasn't good, she wanted to be normal, she wanted her family.
She ran back to the place she was staying, an old bookshop, where an old woman had kindly taken her in as a boarder, throwing herself into the room without a word to the owner and slid to the floor weeping, she hadn't wanted any of this, she wanted a family, she wanted to understand. Bryony was a strong girl, she didn't show her emotions much, wearing a fácade, a mask, but sometimes she lost her self control, and she couldn't do anything but cry.
3 years later
Celestia terror nee Bryony carlson, smiled as she stepped on the train, she may only be 16 but she was powerful and strong, she had had a marvelous teacher who had taught her how to control her magic, what she could do to stop herself from ripping people in two when they annoyed her, she was happy, and she liked her new name, it had a certain ring to it.
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