Run; run faster than you could ever dream. Run as fast as your thin and frail-looking legs can
carry you. Run until your lungs burst into nothing but ash. Run as far away from them as possible.

But you can't; they are much faster than you are. You're outnumbered; alone and afraid in the twilight of the night.

The skies above are a deep blue and purple, and little stars are sprinkled across the sky. You take one last longing look up at the heavens, knowing that it will most likely be your last.

They are closing in around you; all eyes directed on you. Blood-red and blood-thirsty eyes gleam in the dim light.

Purple and red. Smirks and sneers. Chortles of laughter ring in both of your ears. But you don't hear the mocking rounds of laughter over the loud pounding in your head.

A white haired man steps forth; a golden chained rosary around his neck. His smile is spread ear-to-ear and is menacing. It sends shivers down your spine and sends goosebumps onto the surface of your skin. His eyes are blood-red and his skin is a light shade of purple. A cross is scratched and scarred in the palm of his hand. He stares at you with pure and undenying hatred. You stare back.

"Well, well, well... what have we got here boys?"


~Hope you guys liked it! I like to write stories all of the time about books, movies, and other things that spark my interest. I don't know when it's going to be posted up here on DeviantART, but hopefully soon!

Yours truely, CirqueDuFreakGirl