A nightmare
"How many times have I told you not to go there" scolded the brown haired girl.
" Tristan, what is love" asked the white haired girl.
"Are you even listening to me!?"
"Hmm? No, not particularly" answered the white haired girl.
"Ugh, you know what as punishment I won't answer your question and you will have to figure it out!"
"Hm~, truly a worthy opponent" said the white haired girl with an unchanging expression.
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The two continued on like that until they reaches an old run down house that was barely able to be called habitable.
If one to were to know these two, they wouldn't just be recognized be their appearance or names but by their relationship too. One even though very young was very obviously in love with the other while the other didn't want to admit it.
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Several week's passed the same way with the white haired girl being hurt and the girl with the brown hair saving her from being killed.
Unfortunately as luck would have it on this day the brown haired girl would take a wrong turn and run into the same man who had kicked the girl with white hair and his friends.
It did not take long for the man to recognize the girl. Try as she might she couldn't escape her clutches.
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Many blocks away a white haired girl could be seen being beaten almost to death in the middle of the stone paved road.
All the while she wondered where her knight in ragged armor was. Soon the realization that she would not be there keeper over her and for the first time in many many years she shed a tear.
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When the person beating the white girl finally decided they were bored with her she struggled her way off the ground and hobbled all around town for she new her knight would never leave her for no good reason.
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Two hours passed and there was still no sign of her knight and despite the bleeding she walked on. Searching for her dearest knight.
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It wasn't an hour later until she could smell the heavy scent of iron. No there were no smithies around here, it would be more accurate to say blood.
The girl didn't want to believe it, she crossed her fingers and resolved herself before taking a step into the alley.
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The gods are a fickle type of person. And those that are petty are the worst. It seems the god of death had noticed one very small soul missing from its collection. It traced the soul all the way to the planet it inhabited. For a while it was amused watching the soul struggle. It was always on the edge of its seat wondering when the souls vessel would forever stop functioning.
Unfortunately that never came and the god of death grew bored so it decided to play a trick on the soul. It would take away the one thing that kept it from dying. But no it couldn't do it in a simple way. No that would be too boring, it wanted to instill as much hatred as possible. So it thought up something and sent it into the four men's mind.
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"Hehehe" giggled the man that had beaten the white haired girl a few weeks prior.
And so they went. They broke, they cut. They r*ped the girl even long passed her death. It wasn't until a while later did they finally leave.
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Today a cruel joke was played on that white haired girl. There lay the brown haired girl that she so dearly loved. Broken, shattered and dead. Her limbs twisted in many wrong directions, bones broken and laying strewn about the ground.
At first the girl felt sick but that was quickly over taken by shock, grief, despair, hatred, regret and pain.
Shock for the smile the brown haired girl wore as if she was saying, "don't worry about me, it'll be ok."
Grief for finally realizing these feelings that she had kept hidden and not yet shared with the brown haired girl.
Despair for losing her one and only companion.
Hatred not only for the world that did this to her but for herself for not listening to her.
Regret for ever leaving her alone.
And pain for the giant knot forming her her stomach and the wounds acquired from earlier that day.
All of those emotions swirled and swirled together forming into a mass of madness. A wicked smile formed on the girls face as the chant of "I'll kill them" came to an end. Soon she found a vender selling many different things. She immediately spotted a knife meant to use in a kitchen. She lunged for it and grabbed it before speeding off. She once again found the girls body and followed the bloody footprints to a bar.
She immediately spotted for men with red painted in the bottom of their boots. She waited until they drank themselves into a vulnerable stupor.
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A while later they were finally to drunk to make proper choices. The eventually dancing and singing their way out of the bar. She innocently asked them for help and in their drunken state, feeling that they were the strongest in the world followed her willingly.
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She led them to a secluded house where she started her work. She immediately went for their tendons immobilizing them. When they were on the ground she went for their wrists making sure to cut them enough so that they bleed but not die quickly. She wanted to suffer.
All the men were terrified as they saw the girls crazed smile.
That night screams could be heard ringing out in slums.
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When morning came soldiers arrived at the building only to flee in terror. Intestines hung from the ceiling and limbs scattered the ground. Many smaller pieces of bone such teeth or fragments of much lager ones along with chunks of flesh were strewn about. And large quantities of blood paint the walls.
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Fuuuuuuu
That was heavy. I don't have much to say here so byyyyyyyyyeeeeeee!!!!!