"Thanks."
Ophelia walked out merrily, humming, as if she'd done nothing. But, like every wanted criminal, she did something. And it was bad.
She was drenched in blood, it was all over her shirt, her face, and her axe. That damn axe. As she walked along, she felt the blood turn cold. Freezing, even. Ophelia starts to shiver, and drops the axe. It was never this bad before. The red liquid froze, into ice, and Ophelia thought, What the hell? why is it doing this?
She fell onto her knees, scraping them on the rough concrete, but that was the least of her concerns. "What's going on?" she uttered to herself, before falling the rest of the way onto the ground, and her eyes fluttered closed as she lost consciousness.
This, dear reader, is where Iris found her.
[IK ITS SHORT BUT UH. ONLY BECUZ I WANTED IT TO BE DRAMATIC I PROMISE THERES MORRRREE]
YOU ARE READING
cold blood.
RandomIris has a problem. a big one. and her name is ophelia. FIRST STORY OMG!!!1!!!!1?2? please dont judge, ive never done this before
