The Human Delecacy (Poem)

The first one to devour me,

did not understand me so,

but she did so,

with curiosity,

she questioned the odd fantasy of mine,

then she devoured,

ever so,

there as I sat within her,

I couldn’t help feel unknown by her,

so,

I left her in my tracks.

The second one to devour me,

Was a playful friend,

always so cheery and so meek,

when I asked her,

she did so graciously,

but,

as she did,

it didn’t feel the same

for she was only a friend,

and did not love me so.

The third one to devour me,

was a shy soul,

when I asked her,

she did so,

reluctantly,

she focused on my safety,

and not the taste,

for this terrified her,

and,

she left me in her tracks.

Following the small path through the wood,

I saw a figure approaching me,

she wore black and green,

and jet black hair,

The fourth one to devour me,

was a lonesome girl,

searching the world,

for love,

as I asked her,

and she did so,

ever so lovingly

my dream had come true,

the one to devour me so,

she lifted me ever so high,

and swallowed me whole,

As I sat there within her,

I couldn’t help but feel nirvana.

Servant of Evil: Act III

The next morning, I had readied a horse for my departure. My mind wrestled with my order. I have to do this, I thought to myself, for my beloved Sister. As I got upon my horse, Yorick walked into the stable. “Lain? where are you off to at this time of morning?” He asked, scanning situation. I hesitated then answered. “Family matters,” I said quickly, “My step mother is sick.” He stared at me, then nodded, “Alright, Sir.” He stepped out of the stable. I focused back on my mission, and rode off into the morning light.  

The entire journey, I couldn’t stop thinking about Victoria. Her heart was broken and shattered into pieces, like a fine vase made up of thin glass. Not even her could pick up the pieces. Luckily, I am here to pick up the pieces of her shattered will, and form it back together with blood. Though this deed was a sin, my heart pulled to her kind and gentle request. I longed to make her happy. if it costs a life, then I shall.

When the sun reach the evening mark, I had also reach my destination. This time, the market was empty. the silence hummed in my ears and drilled to my core. I looked around, trying to find the manor of the Duke and Duchess. As I walked through the streets, the same phrase rang in my head. I would gladly turn Evil. My vow to her and my sister herself powered me on my journey for blood and happiness. Just to see her smile. her gentle, innocent smile.

It was getting dark, and the guards started to patrol the streets. I ducked and evaded their sight for a while. Then, I finally made it to the manor of the Duchess. The manor looked vastly different than our’s. The manor looked more like a church than a mansion. Giant spires crawled up the four sides of the manor. A brick wall surrounded the perimeter of the house. I crept closely to the wall and tried to scale it. The first tie, my grip failed and I fell onto my back. I quickly got up and tried to scale again. A few guard were rounding a corner just as I leaped over the wall.

Suddenly, I wasn’t in a town anymore, I was in a lush garden full of plants, trees, and a fountain. The lushness of the garden calmed my nerves. I paced around, looking in the high windows of the manor. A small light was on in the top room. That could be her room, I thought to myself. Then, a small ruffling came from behind me. I quickly spun around. The beautiful Duchess, Helen, stood before me. “Sir Lain…?” said the Duchess. I heaved in cold air and stared at her. Her eyes were full of curiosity and nervousness. “W-What are you doing here?” she asked. I sighed deeply, and paced closer to her. I fumbled with the small dagger I had in my pocket. “Helen…” I said, not sure what to say. She stepped closer to me, “What is it?” She placed her hand on my cheek. I swallowed hard, then looked her dead in the eyes. “I have been sent here to kill you,...” I said honestly. Her eyes widened as she stared into mine. “I’m sorry,” I looked away, pulling out the dagger, “I have no choice.” She forced a smile, then frowned again, “W-Well,...Atleast you’re a gentleman about it.”

I closed my eyes, and quickly sunk the dagger into her chest. She gasped lightly, tears falling down her face. I turned back to her, and started crying myself; a silent sob. The face of pain replaced her playful look she always had. She smiled to me, then hugged me, forcing the dagger deeper. Tears streamed down my face, like a floodgate had just been opened. I felt her slowly breathing finally stop, and her body fall against my chest. I took out the dagger carefully, and picked her up. I walked over and laid her by the fountain. I looked upon her face, tears stinging my eyes. She was still smiling lightly. I quickly retreated out of the garden and ran through the city. I I had finished my deed, and felt my work was down for now.

I rode all through the night, til near dawn. When I arrived back to the manor, I didn’t sleep. I waited in my study, til Victoria woke up. I sat in silence, pondering my actions. I would gladly to turn Evil. I stared at my lap, my head heavy with sleeplessness and release. I felt sad, but, I forced those feelings back.

After, for what felt like forever, the door creaked open. Behind it was Victoria. “Goodmorning, Brother.” She said to me. I forced a smile, “Goodmorning, Sister.” She ran over and hopped onto my lap. “What’s for breakfast?” She beamed. I pondered to myself, then spoke softly, “Today will be brioche.” She smiled then hugged me.

Servant of Evil: Act II

           A few months later (after I had started my work at the manor), I took a short break and traveled to the neighbouring country. The land was very different than from mine I had grown into. This country had more gigantic cities, none the likes that I have seen before. I was very beautiful. But, the whole time, I hadn’t lost thought of my dear Victoria.

I adjusted my hat and looked around the market place. The hustle and bustle nearly overwhelmed me. The air didn’t smell as fresh as our home though. The air smelled rancid and stale with smoke. The buildings towered over me, making me feel miniscule. The sound of people shouting and bargaining filled my ears. My mind wandered to Victoria again. I should get her a gift, she would love that I thought to myself. I searched the vendors for a suitable gift.  

The most I found was cheap food and alcohol. The food didn’t even look safe to eat. I sighed deeply and pressed on. I hike through the crowd and found a decent fruit vendor. I smiled and dashed over. The great array of colorful foods shined against the sun. I picked out an Apple, Orange, and, what the vendor called, a Leak. I payed the vendor and started to walk off. As I did, the wind picked up and blew off my hat. “Damn!” I cursed to myself. I dropped my bag and dashed after my cap. I paced on through the crowd, then stopped at a beautiful sight. A girl with hair the shade of Autumn, and a face pale as snow. She looked around nervously. In her hand, my cap. I hesitantly walked forward. “Goodmorning, Ma’am,” I say, with my gentlemen side showing. “But, good sir, it is nearly evening.” She said, laughing lightly. I looked up to the sky and see the sun’s past it’s half way mark. I turn back to her, mouth agape. “So it is,” I smile, “But, I believe that is my hat there.” I nod to the brown cap in her white palms. She turns to the cap then to me.

“This hat suits your commoner style, sir.” I smiled, her bright blue eyes meeting mine. I adjust my overcoat and grin to her. “Welcome thank you, Ma’am. never thought the commoner look was my style.” I said to her. She giggled lightly and handed me my hat. “Say, what is your name?” She asked me. I bow slowly, “Lain,” She tilted her head and  smiled to me. “You’re not from around her, are you?” She said. I shook my head, “No, I am from the neighboring country.” She smiled and offered her hand. “I’m Helen,” She lean over and whispers, “I’m the Duchess of this country.” I back away slowly and smiled. “Well,” I cleared my throat, “It’s an honor, Duchess.” She giggled then looked to me. “Care for a walk?” I asked. She smiled and was about to answer, but, a man shout her name, “Helen! there you are!” The man was bold and look sturdy as a brick wall. “Oh, Adrian, i’m fine! Just because i’m your fiance doesn’t mean you have to look over me all the time.” She said, jokingly.

So this was Duke Adrian; The most feared in our country. He had short, curly brown hair and eyes that shine green.

I felt myself get weak. Helen motioned to Adrian. “Lain, this is my Fiance, The Duke.” She said. He glared at me and snorted. I bowed quickly, “Good to meet you, Duke.” He ignored me and turned to Helen. “Come along, Helen, We’ve been looking for you.” He said. They both walked away, but not before The beautiful Duchess Helen waved me off. I stood there to myself. I felt my heart pounding in my chest. Not from fear, but, from something else. Love, could this have been? I Questioned myself.   

I headed to my carriage on the outskirts of town for the long journey home. The whole time, my thoughts rushed with memories of Helen. Her smile, her laugh, her beauty; I couldn’t take it. This is love I thought to myself with a smile on my face. Then, I remembered Victoria, and how I had forgot her gifts on the street back in town. I cursed to myself. I brushed off the gifts and laid down for a rest. I dreamed of me and Victoria as children. I remembered everything we did. Our parents never really paid attention to us. But, we paid attention to each other, because that’s all we had. Eachother.

I woke up when the carriage stopped. I looked outside the carriage window and noticed the darkness. The sun had set. I opened the door and stepped out into the cold night’s air. I peered up at the manor. The window to Victoria’s room was lit. I suspected she wanted to await my return. I headed inside, walked up the staircase, and down the hall to my sister’s room. The door was closed, so I knocked. “Guess who’s back?” I said through the door. I heard the quick patter of feet then the door swung open. “Lain!” She jumped up and hugged me tightly. After a while, she finally let go of me.

“How was your trip?” She said, she eyes twinkling. I smiled, “Good! I met someone very special today.” She beamed to me. “ Who?” She smiled. “I met the Duke and his Duchess.” I beamed. Her face face repulsed back a little. “You mean,...Duke Adrian?” She asked, her voice quieter than usual. “why yes, actually.” I said, smiling. “Oh,...” She sighed. Then, she walked back to her bed and sat down. “Sister?” I asked, reassuringly. She pulled something out of her desk drawer and hugged it to her chest. Then, I heard faint weeps.

I walked over to her and saw what she was holding. It was a framed picture of the Duke. “Victoria…?” My voice slowly said. “I love him,...so much, now she’s in the way.” she said to herself, “I want her gone! She need to be erased from the world!” I swallowed hard, then hugged her tightly. She held onto me tightly and sobbed. My thoughts wandered again, this time to my oath. I devote my life to serve and protect you. As a Servant, and as a Brother. I let go of her, then look to her. “Everything will be alright.” I said, smiling to her. “Get some sleep, you’ll need it.” I draped the blanket over her, then blew out the light. I left the room and shut the door.

I stood there, sorting through my thoughts. I would gladly turn Evil. The phrase rang in my head. “I shall do as the Duchess says,” I said to myself, “For her.”

Servant of Evil: Act I

             This had not been my first work as a Servant. In fact, I had been one of the top ranked of my class. My whole life, I wanted to help people. I always helped my twin sister when we were together. But, sadly, we separated when I was 10. I was now 18. Faint memories of her danced in my dreams. I wonder when I would see her again? I would ask myself. I honestly had lost complete hope of seeing her again.

 As I walked down the palace corridor, I felt an eerie feeling. Like a feeling of reminiscence was coming. The corridor was large and quiet. The sun shined in from the windows, bleaching the tiled floor. I adjusted my vest and dress shirt, attempting to look a bit fancy. Down the hall, I could hear the light sound of talking and evening chatter. I turned left down a split off of the corridor and was greeted by a, rather large, White and gold door. I smiled to myself. Never been in a place this fancy I ponder to myself. I walked to the door and used the door knocker. The sound echoed in my ears. Then, a man with a very impressive handlebar mustache poke his head out of the door. He smiled, showing his yellow teeth.

“Hello, good sir! you must be the Servant we requested.” He bellowed. I nodded to him. “That’s me,” I bow, my blonde hair falling in front of my face, “Lain, at your Service.” He clapped his hands together, “Right oh! come on in.” He motioned me inside. I stepped inside with him. “The duchess has been eagerly awaiting your arrival.” Said the handlebar. “Duchess?” I asked him. He clapped his hands again, “Why yes, she was the one in fact that wanted to hire a Servant.” I nodded to him.

We entered a ball room. The windows all around shined onto the floor, making a sunlight effect, blinding me. I covered my eyes from the piercing light. “Miss Victoria!” Shouted the Man, “You’ll go blind if you keep the windows open!” He rushed over and closed the blinds quickly. “Oh, sorry Yorick,” Said a high, sweet, female voice. That Voice I thought to myself. My eyes adjusted to the light and I looked around. The ballroom was huge, with a beautiful chandelier and amazing pattern on the floor. Then, something caught my eye. A girl; The Duchess. “Now, I’ll leave you two to introduce yourselves.” Said Yorick. He dashed out the door, humming a tune. The door slammed, then, Silence.

I saw her, and she saw me. She got up and scampered over to me. “Hello there!” she beamed, “I’m Victoria, the Duchess of-” she stopped and stared at me. My mind exploded. She had blond hair, the same length of mine. Her face, was the same shape as mine. And her eyes, Bright blue, such as mine. I dropped my coat, that I was currently holding. She took a few steps closer. “L-Lain...?” her voiced echoed. I felt my cheeks go warm, tears stain my eyes. “Sister…?” I said. Suddenly, she ran over and tackled me to the floor. I lost my balance and toppled to the floor. I heard her loud sobs mixed with joyous laughs. I wrapped my arms around her and hugs her tight.

“I can’t believe it’s you.” She said, head against my chest. I smiled and patted her head. She tilted her head, her eyes bright with joy. I pressed my head against her forehead. She giggled lightly. “I missed you.” I said, quietly. She finally got off me and smiled. She stood and brushed off her dress. I got on one knee and reached out for her hand. “I devote my life to serve and protect you. As a Servant, and as a Brother.” I stared at her soft hand. “You are my Duchess and I am your Servant,” I kissed her hand, “for the sake of protecting you,” I stared deep into her eyes, “I would gladly turn Evil.”

Just then, the door opened a crack. Yorick popped his head in. “Come along! Lain, Victoria.” He said, happy as could be. I turned to him, nodded,and started walking. Victoria grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers and started following me.

The day went smoothly. I gave her mid evening meal, brushed her hair, sorted her clothes, etcetera. I had a smiled on my face the whole day. My emotions were fluttering in my skull. My head felt light from my joyous reunion with my long lost sister. I hadn’t felt that happy in some time. My life was turning around. Some time later, when it got dark, I tucked her in for body. “Lain?” She asked me, her face cracking a smile. I turned in her direction, acknowledging her question. “Did you really me what you said?” She asked softly. I laid my hand on the side of her cheek, “Of course, Victoria. I meant every word.” I smiled and patted her cheek. Victoria nodded to me and yawn. “Goodnight, Duchess.” I said, blowing out the candle.

I exited her room and shut the door quietly. Then, as I turned, Yorick greeted me. “Good evening, lain,” He bowed to me, “How goes the Duchess.” I nodded to her. “Asleep.” I said, turning to the door. He face changed to a straight one. I hadn’t seen him in this state up until now. “I’m glad you are here and you are welcome here among the royalty, but, sir,” He placed his hand on my shoulder, “Do watch over her. she can be a bit,...Drastic.” I shook my head and bowed, “You have my word, she will be in the safest of hands, sir.” Yorick nodded once, then turned back down the hallway. I sighed and walked back to the Servant’s study.

I relaxed in my chair and grabbed a book. I read silently. After a while, I placed down my book and was about ready to turn in. But, as I got up, the door creaked open. Victoria stood there in her night gown. “What’s wrong, Sister?” I asked, smiling to her. She looked up to me with tired eyes. “Horrible dream,” she stammers over to me, “Can I lay with you?” I sigh deeply with a smile. “Only for you, Duchess.” I said, taking her hand. We walked over to the chair and sat down. She sat on my lap and rested her head on my shoulder. I laid my head on her’s and drifted off. I was at peace. With her. I was at peace.

Extended Story Update

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The Account of Generosity

     The cold wind blew against me. “What a terrible night for business” I thought to myself. I adjusted my shirt to where as much cleavage would show. I pushed down my skirt, covering my thighs. The night air was bitter and damp; almost made me want to not work tonight. But, I had to. I pulled on my light jacket and shivered. Several cars drove by, not really giving any attention to me. Suddenly, my phone vibrated and startled me. I dug into my pocket and looked at it. It was a text from my boss:

    [make sure 2 get Xtra $$$ 2night. Good luck Razor!!!!]

I sighed deeply then checked the time. 9:51. “This is gonna be a long night.” I said to myself.

    I went by the name Razor; Thats what I was called, that’s what I was known by. I was in this business for a year now, and I couldn’t believe I was still alive. My job was dangerous and risky. Health risks, Physical risks; the works. I was being looked out for by my boss. He sheltered me, fed me, and “Took care” of me. Just, not in the way I wanted. But, I needed the money.

    A little bit passed, not even a glance. I leaned up against the street light and blew out air. The smoke like steam formed outside my mouth and dissipated. The night was cold enough for it to snow. I had just hoped it wouldn’t. Suddenly, as my mind started to wander, a car pulled up in front of me. The window rolled down and a young man was inside.

His face was gentle, and his eyes were soft, not like any of the other scum I worked with. He had a odd look on his face. A look mixed with worry and glee, like he was trying to hide he was upset. He had stubble, cleanly shaven. His brown hair swooped over his forehead like an arch. He looked me straight in the eye.

I smirked my traditional smirk, the one I always use with my clients. “can I help You?” I said. He smiled to me, and laughed. “Sure, c’mon in.” He said. I stepped around to the other side of his car and opened the door. Warm air blew lightly against my face. I quickly sat on the leather seat and relaxed. He turned to me and smiled. I smirked back. “What’s your name?” He asked. I tilted my head playfully, “Razor.” He shook his head at me. “That’s an odd name.” He said. I leaned in close to him and smirked, “It’s a stage name, honey.”

He turned and drove off. I kept my body up straight, puffing out my chest. “Gotta place you wanna settle?” I asked. He kept his eyes on the road. “Yeah,....Just the place, Don’t worry.” he said. I kept my body straight, waiting for him to say something. “There’s a blanket in the back if you’re cold.” he said, softly. In all of my time of being in this business, I had never been offered a blanket or something to warm myself. I just brushed it off. “Not cold.” I responded. He reaches his hand over from the wheel and touched my arm. My icey skin touches his warm hand. “You’re freezing.” He smiles. I blush lightly then turn away.

We drove on for a while, in dead silence. “So,....” he broke, “how much do you need?” I turned to him, “Well, if it’s a few hours, it’s about 50 to 70 dollars. if it’s a night, it’s 100.” He put on a crooked smile. “How much do you need?” He specified. I tilted my head in confusion. “I just-” he suddenly cut me off, “I’m not asking for your services, I’m offering you money and a place to stay.” I felt my heart sink. I didn’t understand what I was hearing. A guy, helping some lonely prostitute off the side of the road. I didn’t understand. “Why…?” I asked hesitantly. He smiled Briefly, then spoke.

“I am a Youth Pastor at the local church. Name’s Keith. You looked cold, so I wanted to help. you can crash at my place for as long as you want.” He stopped at the light. I shook my head, “What about your wife?” I asked, smirking. He frowned suddenly. “My wife is in Heaven.” I felt a pain in my chest. “I-,...I’m so sorry.” I said. He shook his head, and smiled, “It’s alright, she’s in a better place now.” I laid back against the seat and relaxed.

“We’re here.” He said, slowing down. The car turned to down a long dirt road. At the end of the road, was a huge house. A house I only dreamed of having. It was nearly two stories and had at least 20 windows on the front alone. I felt a smile creep across my face. “You like the place?” he asked. I turned to him, “Yeah, It’s awesome!”

The car halted to an abrupt stop in front of the house. I quickly got out of the car and admired the house. It loomed over me, beckoning me inside. I turn on my axis to face keith. “What’s the catch?” I say, smirking. Keith shook his head and smiled, “No catch, Just an act of kindness.” I smiled. This was too good to be true. A person, willing to help me, a prostitute no really gave a shit about. For once, I felt wanted, for real. Not lusted over, but, legitly wanted to be helped.

Keith swung open the door for me. As I looked inside, I was amazed. The room was huge; a sight to behold. There was a spiral staircase that lead straight up onto a balcony-like second floor. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, lighting the whole room. The right, was a fancy looking living room. The left, was a hallway to a kitchen. I stepped inside and felt the warmth on my skin. “Do you want more,...Appropriate clothing?” Keith asked from behind me. I looked down at myself. A short tank-top with a skirt that barely covered my lower region. “That,...that would be nice.” I smiled to him.

He lead me upstairs and showed me to his room. His room was nothing too spectacular, but fancy still. He pointed to the closet, “Some of my wife’s old clothes are in the closet over there, you can borrow some.” he said. I turned to him and nodded, “Thank you, Keith.” I said, lightly. He turned and walked down the stairs. “I’ll make some food while you get ready.” I heard him say.

I shut the door then walked over to the closet. It was full of colorful clothes. Dresses, Tee’s, coats; the works. My eyes were caught on a red dress. It was fiery red with blood red trim. It was the length of my knees. I grabbed it and got undressed. I felt joy, joy that I only felt when I was a child. The generosity of this man stunned me. I didn’t understand why he wanted to help a person like me.

After I got dressed, I trotted down the stairs. I was enlightened by the sound of sizzling meat. I walked down the left hall, following the sound of food. I peaked my head in the doorway to the kitchen. The kitchen was looked like something out of the Food Network; big and fancy. I saw Keith standing over by the stove. I could now smell pancake mix baking and bacon cooking. He turned suddenly.

“What did you pick out?” he asked me. I stepped out slowly from the doorway and showed him. “Oh, that dress, I remember that.” He smiled. I pranced over to him. “Breakfest? at 10:00 at night?” I asked him, smirking. He nodded, “Why not?” I shook my head, “I haven’t had pancakes in forever.” I said. He reached his hand up to pat my head. I flinched, out of instinct. He drew his hand back, a sad look on his face. “S-Sorry,...instinct.” I muttered. He shook his head, “I’m not like that,...I promise.” I gave him a light smile, “I know,”

He reached his hand up again, and pet my hair softly. His hand was soft and warm. I felt a smile creep across my face and comfort in my heart. He pulled his hand away and smiled. He turned back over and flipped a Pancake. I watched him for a bit, flipping the cakes. After a while, he tossed two cakes onto a plate and handed it to me. I smiled to him and said, “Thanks.”

I sat at the table, after I ate my food. I hadn’t been that full in a while. I was delicious and sweet. “Had enough?” Asked Keith. I nodded, too full to speak. “Good,” he stood up, “I’m glad I could help.” I stood up next. “Well, Thanks, but, I should get out of your hair.” I turned towards the hall. “Do you have a place to go?” Keith pondered. I stopped and turned back to him. “...N-No,” I looked to him, “I don’t really.” He held out his arms, and smiled. “You can stay here, at least till you find a place.”

I felt my cheeks get warm, like the feeling before you cry. “Razor,...you can trust me.” Keith smiled a genuine smile. I looked down, then back to him. “...Do you want to know my real name?” I offered. He paused then smiled to me, “Only if you want to.”

I took a deep breathe then smiled lightly. My eyes felt wet. I tried to control myself. “A,...Amy.” I choked out. He smiled to me, “Well, Amy, you can stay as long as you need.” For once, I felt welcome. This man, this Pastor, he was my savior from the hell I was coming from. He offered me his home and his services to help me. Just out of pure generosity, he helped me. For no good reason, but, i’m glad I did.

I felt the floodgate of tears was released suddenly, and tears streamed down my cheeks. I ran over and wrapped my arms around him. He was taking off guard, then wrapped his arms around me. My tears soaked into his shirt. His arms were comforting and healing. I didn’t want him to let go. “T-Thank you,..” I finally choked out. He pet my hair and held me tight.

“You can have my bed for tonight, if you want.” He said quietly. I looked up to him, tears still on my cheeks. I smiled to him, “Now thats too much.” I giggled. He shrugged it off. “i’ll be fine on the couch.” I said to him. He nodded.

              For once, I had felt welcomed with open arms. The light of my life was that moment, That random act of kindness. I will never soon forget what he did for me.

Character Profile: Atachi Hojo

Atachi Hojo

Sex: M

Age: 18

Height: 5’9

Hair: Long, Black, Mildly spiked,

Eye color: Hazel

Wears: Black Tank-top w/ red X design on the front,Grey-black jeans, red converse, Teal scarf, bandages around his arms,

Likes: Romance movies, Music (In general),

Dislikes: horror movies,

 

Sexuality: Straight

Personality: upbeat, happy, caring,

Fears: Losing loved ones,

Faults: Suffers from Depression, cutting habit,

Other Details: very protective (Nearly risking his life to protect someone),

Relations: Aiden Hojo (Father), Alice Carrol (Girlfriend/Wife), Manson (Mortal enemies),

Weapon(s): Dual knives, Katana, throwing razors,

Quote: “Please, Believe in me.”

Theme: Believe by Aiden

 

Time Period/Location: Present day,

AUs: SWAT Atachi, Angel Beats Atachi, High school Atachi, Future Atachi, Wonderland Atachi, Medieval Atachi, Father/Married Atachi,

Alignment: Neutral Good

Class: Rogue

Backstory summary: Mother and Father (Aiden Hojo) killed by psycho (Andrew Manson),  Seeks revenge on their killer.

Living Dead Girl

As I stepped into the dark cemetery, warm tears streamed down my face. I couldn’t believe her death, that her death was real. I walked slowly with my shovel and flashlight in hand. I shined the light over a few gravestones, looking for her. The wind blew heavily. A storm was brewing. Suddenly, my blood runs cold when I saw her name on the stone: “Here lies Amy Rose, Born 1996, died April 25 2014.”

My girlfriend, Amy, died about week earlier in a brutal train crash. She was riding home from her family’s reunion. The train derailed and flipped. She was the only casualty, and the most gruesome. I didn’t hear about until I saw the news that night. I remember my heart stopped And I fell to my knees.

I stood there, staring at the grave. The freshly placed stone glistened from the shine of my light. The letters deeply dug into the stone. I stood there for a while, just staring at the grave. I couldn’t accept it. I just couldn’t. “God forgive me for what I am about to do.” I whispered to myself. I slammed my shovel down into the soft soil below the stone. I lift up the dirt and toss it over my shoulder. I did so a couple times then leaned on the shovel. I looked down in the grave. my mind rushed with memories of her. I remembered her soft black hair, her pale skin, her bright eyes; She was beautiful. I shook my head, and continued.

After 20 minutes, I reached her coffin. It’s black shine still coated the case. I slid into the hole and rested my hand on the coffin. I had second thoughts, but it was too late for those. I slowly pulled open the casket. As I opened, more tears ran down my cheeks. She looked as the day she died. Her family must’ve had the funeral home put preservatives in her skin to keep it fresh. Her skin was white as snow. Her hair was matted, a portion ripped from her skull. cuts and gashes swarmed around her body. and, finally, her left arm was missing.

    I covered my mouth to muffle the deep sobs. I looked down, staring into her now drained eyes. There she was, my love, dead, in a grave.

    I quickly jumped out of the grave and ran to my car. I swung open the car door and grabbed a long blanket. I threw it over my shoulder and dashed back to her grave. I walked quietly back to her grave and peered down. Still there; as if she would’ve walked away. I hopped into the hole and covered her with the blanket. I wrapped her up carefully and picked her up. her limp and cold body against mine. I carefully placed her on the ledge and hopped out. I picked her up again and walked to the car. My mind drifted again, thinking of her and if my plan would work.

    I placed her nicely on in the back seat of my car and shut the door. I quickly got into the front seat and started the car. The car sprang to life and I drove off.

The red numbers on the dash read 1:45. I was exhausted, but I had to get back my love. The roads were lonely and dark. Not a car in sight. The storm above worsened, and I heard the light sound of thunder. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the power station. I pulled in front of the station and halted to a stop. A wire fence guarded against any intruders. I bolted to my trunk and unlocked it. I threw it open and grabbed the bolt cutters and jumper cables I had brought along. I headed to the fence and stared at it. I hesitated, then started cutting the fence. I cut enough of the fence for me to get through. Then, I hurried back to my car and opened the back door. Amy laid there, motionless.

I carefully scooped her up and carried her to the fence. I adjust my body to fit between the fence. My body scraped against the the cut wires, scratching me deeply. A sharp barb plunged itself into my cheek, and pulled across. I quickly jumped away at the pain onto the other side. As I jumped, The barb ripped my whole cheek. Blood poured down from my wound. I brushed it off and made my way into the middle of the power station. There stood four towers, each connected to power lines. I placed down Amy and rushed over to the main panel. I used my bolt cutters like a crowbar and pried the hatch open. Inside the panel, were two nodes used for jumping cars or the other generators. I clipped the jumper cables quickly to the nodes and walked over to my love. I unwrapped her and gazed into her unblinking eyes. “Y’know, love do crazy things to a guy,” I nervously laugh at my own remark. She said nothing. I looked away for a moment, then back to her. “I am So sorry I wasn’t there for you,” I said, “But, I’m here now.” She, once again, said nothing.

I retrieved a copper rod from my hoodie. both ends were sharp to the touch. I lightly pressed the rod against the side of her neck and closed my eyes. Then, I shoved hard and heard the sound of ripping flesh and bone. I pushed hard until the tip reached the other side. I opened my eyes nervously. I turned away and threw up onto the ground. Tears rained down my face like a raging river. I turned back around and finished my work.

I grabbed my jumper cables and hovered them over the copper. I shook my head and quickly clamped the cables to the copper. My arms suddenly tensed up. I felt my lungs try to scream in pain, but nothing came out. My hands clamped hard down on the cable. I gritted my teeth down hard, chipping a few. I finally got the strength to let go and fall back.

I heaved in cold air, my body twitching a bit. I looked up at the sky, just now realizing what was doing. Tears stung my eyes once more, and I covered my face. “I’m an idiot thinking this would work.” I thought to myself. I sobbed deeply, turning to my side. Just as I had given up hope, like a random act of God, a lightning bolt struck the top of one of the towers. I jumped at the sudden noise and covered my ears. I buried my face in the ground, protecting it from any debris. My ears were ringing and I could hear my own heart beating.

I finally uncovered my ears, and sat up. I turned to Amy and sighed. “Idiot.” I insulted myself. But, just as I was about to get up, I heard her body shuffle. I quickly turned around and saw her, standing there. Her eyes wide and bright. “A-Amy…?” I said quietly. She slightly tilted her head. “S...tei...n?” she said, barely above a whisper. I walked to her and touched her hand to mine. “I-It’s me, you’re love, Franklin.” I said, nervously. She just looked into my eyes. “Is….you....Stein…?” she said, softly. I nodded, “Yes, it’s Franklin Stein, you’re love.”

She looked down and noticed her left arm missing. Her facial expression quickly changed. “What...happen...to me?” She said, worryingly. I turned away from her, then back, “Y-You...died.” Her face turned to shock. “Me,...Dead?” her voice getting louder. I quickly put my hands on her shoulders, “D-Don’t panic.” I said, “You’re here no-” she quickly cut me off with a loud wale. She backed away from me in a state of panic. I approached her carefully. “A-Amy, please, I can help….” I said, softly. She just cried loudly again. Then, suddenly, she ripped off the cables, ran passed me, and to the opening in the fence. “Wait!!” I yelled. It was already too late.

I searched for her the rest of the night, but I couldn’t find her. After my search, I drove home, snuck into the house, and went to bed. I thought of her that night. Wherever she was, she was in a living hell. Not being able to die, to live forever, and I was the one who brought that upon her. I made her have the horrible fate. I made her, a Living Dead Girl.