The Blood Dancer

She smiled. Her eyes were like never-ending tunnels,there were no light at the ends. It was as though her face was plaster, moulded to fit the wide smile that destroyed her otherwise beautiful face. Infront of the villagers, whom held swords,guns and every sort of weapon, she hummed a cheerful tune. They felt mocked, and so,they charged at her, ready to kill the girl who they hailed as a demon, a product of the devil. The humming did not stop. Her smile grew even wider, her mouth was like a scar, she was better without it. The battle lasted only for a second. The villagers stopped in their tracks,only mere inches away from her. They were stunned, they did not move. It was though everything froze, then it happened. Screams of agony filled the air, followed by heads, hundreds of them flew off their owners, as though they were rockets, then, thick streams of blood spurted from the base of the heads and the top of the necks of their owners,colliding with each other with opposing force.

It seemed as though the screams followed the heads,so close yet so far. It was a symphony of blood and flying heads, a twisted but beautiful sight. The blood rained down on the bare piece of land and, bodies that were standing up, crumpled to the ground with a thud. Her wide smile reduced to a mere upwards curve of the lips. It was full of innocence, with that sort of smile, the twelve-year-old girl could have been asking for a piece of candy. Her originally pure white dress, was completely soaked with blood. She looked at the sky and dragged her arms upwards, enjoying the horrific sight. Then she started to dance, gracefully, full of vigour. She swerved neatly around the decapitated bodies that piled against each other. She skipped over heads, their faces were twisted in horror, eyes bulging out, shock still evident on their faces, their mouths were open. Some of the victims were young, younger than her, others were elderly, wrinkles adorned their faces. Her long black hair swept around behind her, it was though she was in her own world.

A world where God did not exist, where she was the most powerful. "Yes,"she mumbled to herself,"I may be crazy but who can stop me." The thought gave her strength, and she laughed into the sky. Heaven,they called it. The place where her father ruled. She was damned to live the rest of her life on the puny place called Earth by her father. She grinned. Might as well make it a good stay, she thought to herself.And she started walking to the neighbouring village. She would cry sincerely and beg for help. She would then tell about a demon who killed everyone in her village, about how she escaped from the demon and that she was the only survivor. She would be pitied and then........The fun would begin again. How many times had she done this? She could no longer count the amount of times anymore....