The sound crunching of dry, dead leaves being stepped on, and the sounds of large heaves of breath are heard from a spot in the middle of a deep, dark forest. Faint music in the backround, playing what seems to be Pop Goes the Weasel close behind, seemingly chasing the quick footsteps.
A small masculine voice is heard.
"Pl-please don't hurt me!"
Another more, demonotic feminine voice is then heard.
"Too late for that now."
The owner of the deamonotic voice didn't want to murder this poor child, but she was left with no choice.
"I'm so sorry...I have no choice" the woman thought.
"KILL HIM ALREADY" There was another voice in her head, but it didnt belong to her..
A violent slash was heard followed by a scream and sounds of gushing blood. The boy was now dead.
"Why am I like this?..."
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The Blue Candle: The Story of Kastella Karter
Terror"...And if anyone betrays you, leave them out to live on their own. Don't come back for them. Ever." Kastella lived by her father's words. Always having her guard up. What happens when she lets it down for someone but soon regrets it?
