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“Gin…” a voice said from behind her. She turned to see Abel standing at the cave entrance. “Why on earth did you murder that poor boy?”
“Abel, you don’t understand.” Gin replied, standing.
“No, I think I do.”
“No you don’t!” Gin said as she put her hands on his face gently. “Please, let me explain––”
Abel pushed her hands away. “You’ve bloodied your hands; don’t touch me.” He turned around. “There is nothing to explain, I saw the whole thing.”
He began to walk away when Gin came up behind him and put her arms around his waist. “Abel, you cannot leave me!” she cried, tightening her grip. “With you … I don’t know what I would do if you left.”
“You should have thought of that before…” he paused. “Before you became a heartless bitch.” He pushed her away and continued to leave.
Gin clinched her fists, her anger rising. “You … don’t … understand!” she screamed at him. “Come back here right now!” When Abel just continued to walk away, Gin lost all control. She pulled out the blade she had used to kill Brian and chased after Abel.
He turned in shock and tried to fight her off. Gin stabbed rapidly at her husband. Abel continued to dodge, until it was just too hard for him. Gin opened up his old wound and dug her blade deep into the exact same spot that caused him to die years ago; his heart.
Abel’s flesh began to spew onyx black blood as he fell backwards. Gin, who was not yet satisfied, continued to stab her love. Again and again her blade pressed into his body until her arm became tired and weak. She stood and backed up, regaining her senses.
Gin looked at her bloody hands once more and dropped the dagger as she saw Abel lying dead on the forest floor. She ran, fast. As she ran she cried and stumbled until she came to the heart of the forest where she found Détourné and Malory. She walked up to the Elven priestess and fell to her knees at her feet.
“Please, Détourné,” she began in tears. “I’m begging you, please end my life.”
“Of course, Gin.” She smirked. “But first…” Détourné rubbed her temples with her fingers and began to whisper a chant. Gin’s eyes widened as she realized she was about to be mind-controlled.
Suddenly, Détourné opened her eyes fiercely, sending a great pulsing sensation to Gin’s mind. She screamed in agony and pulled at her hair, trying to make the pain stop. A second wave of pain came to Gin, this one stronger. She fell to the ground, her back arching as she continued to scream. Gin began to hit the ground with all of her might, but whatever she tried she could not lessen the torture.
“Gin,” Détourné said through clenched teeth. “The more you fight it, the more pain you’re putting yourself through.”
Then, out of no where, a small boulder flew and crashed into Détourné’s head. The pulsing began to fade from Gin as then Elven priestess was distracted. Gin stood and saw Malory go into the woods to where the rock had come from.
“Gin…It’s not what you think.” Détourné began. “It was all Malory’s idea, I swear!”
Gin didn’t respond; she just glared at the woman as she slowly crept towards her. Her mouth grew fangs, and her fingers, claws. She brought her newly-clawed hand up high above her head and swooped down upon Détourné. Détourné screamed as Gin ended her life quickly, her throat slashed open.
Malory, hearing her scream, came rushing back. He came to an abrupt stop, skidding across the dirt floor in front of Gin. He tried to run away but Gin stopped him. She grabbed his shoulder and dug her claws into his flesh. He yelled in agony as she picked him up by the shoulder and threw him against a tree. Gin walked over to him and then grabbed him by the throat. She picked him up, slowly and painfully strangling him.
“I trusted you,” she said through gritting teeth. “I believed you were my friend!”
“Gin,” Malory said with the little breath he had. “You have no friends.”
With that, Gin screamed as she crushed Malory’s neck, his blood running down her arm. She threw his lifeless body against the ground on top of Détourné’s. Gin then fell to her knees and began to cry uncontrollably again.
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Well what do you think?
By the way, this is a part of a story written by my 15 (today, happy birthday!) year old daughter. Now what do you think?
“Abel, you don’t understand.” Gin replied, standing.
“No, I think I do.”
“No you don’t!” Gin said as she put her hands on his face gently. “Please, let me explain––”
Abel pushed her hands away. “You’ve bloodied your hands; don’t touch me.” He turned around. “There is nothing to explain, I saw the whole thing.”
He began to walk away when Gin came up behind him and put her arms around his waist. “Abel, you cannot leave me!” she cried, tightening her grip. “With you … I don’t know what I would do if you left.”
“You should have thought of that before…” he paused. “Before you became a heartless bitch.” He pushed her away and continued to leave.
Gin clinched her fists, her anger rising. “You … don’t … understand!” she screamed at him. “Come back here right now!” When Abel just continued to walk away, Gin lost all control. She pulled out the blade she had used to kill Brian and chased after Abel.
He turned in shock and tried to fight her off. Gin stabbed rapidly at her husband. Abel continued to dodge, until it was just too hard for him. Gin opened up his old wound and dug her blade deep into the exact same spot that caused him to die years ago; his heart.
Abel’s flesh began to spew onyx black blood as he fell backwards. Gin, who was not yet satisfied, continued to stab her love. Again and again her blade pressed into his body until her arm became tired and weak. She stood and backed up, regaining her senses.
Gin looked at her bloody hands once more and dropped the dagger as she saw Abel lying dead on the forest floor. She ran, fast. As she ran she cried and stumbled until she came to the heart of the forest where she found Détourné and Malory. She walked up to the Elven priestess and fell to her knees at her feet.
“Please, Détourné,” she began in tears. “I’m begging you, please end my life.”
“Of course, Gin.” She smirked. “But first…” Détourné rubbed her temples with her fingers and began to whisper a chant. Gin’s eyes widened as she realized she was about to be mind-controlled.
Suddenly, Détourné opened her eyes fiercely, sending a great pulsing sensation to Gin’s mind. She screamed in agony and pulled at her hair, trying to make the pain stop. A second wave of pain came to Gin, this one stronger. She fell to the ground, her back arching as she continued to scream. Gin began to hit the ground with all of her might, but whatever she tried she could not lessen the torture.
“Gin,” Détourné said through clenched teeth. “The more you fight it, the more pain you’re putting yourself through.”
Then, out of no where, a small boulder flew and crashed into Détourné’s head. The pulsing began to fade from Gin as then Elven priestess was distracted. Gin stood and saw Malory go into the woods to where the rock had come from.
“Gin…It’s not what you think.” Détourné began. “It was all Malory’s idea, I swear!”
Gin didn’t respond; she just glared at the woman as she slowly crept towards her. Her mouth grew fangs, and her fingers, claws. She brought her newly-clawed hand up high above her head and swooped down upon Détourné. Détourné screamed as Gin ended her life quickly, her throat slashed open.
Malory, hearing her scream, came rushing back. He came to an abrupt stop, skidding across the dirt floor in front of Gin. He tried to run away but Gin stopped him. She grabbed his shoulder and dug her claws into his flesh. He yelled in agony as she picked him up by the shoulder and threw him against a tree. Gin walked over to him and then grabbed him by the throat. She picked him up, slowly and painfully strangling him.
“I trusted you,” she said through gritting teeth. “I believed you were my friend!”
“Gin,” Malory said with the little breath he had. “You have no friends.”
With that, Gin screamed as she crushed Malory’s neck, his blood running down her arm. She threw his lifeless body against the ground on top of Détourné’s. Gin then fell to her knees and began to cry uncontrollably again.
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Well what do you think?
By the way, this is a part of a story written by my 15 (today, happy birthday!) year old daughter. Now what do you think?