Shaking hands and rapid breathing never kept her mind from thinking of the pounding against her marrowed ribs. The organ pumping so rapidly only threatened to break the bars formed heavily in her beating, heaving, heavy breast.
Banging, hanging, just dangling dangerously close to her hands. She quickly stepped back and watched as the unknown fell before her. The grip never tightened as she kept sight of the pile of bones and meat laid there. Just laying there. Chest no longer heaving, it was no longer breathing, did she know, truly, just what she was now dealing?
The metal caught her sight and she let it shimmer in the light but only for a second. Her hands retracted and her feet ran rapid. No knowledge of where she was going or who she could trust but she just knew, this was not exactly over. The body with such a familiar face yet a changed and deranged personality.
No shame or guilt nor pride laid heavy on her hide. Especially not on this winter day. But as her feet kept pounding and her eyes went blurry, she just knew there was no other way. Who was there to trust when that metal will soon rust and blue and red lights come take her away?
Fair was not the word and the girl knew very well that she had no bed that night, no night light by her side as a corny story led her to the light. Her hands were now tainted, with the blood being faded, against the snow of the pretty white night.
But as she kept hiding and grew more to her own liking, she had to admit, it was all worth the rush and fighting.
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Slasher imagines
FanfictionAs said in the title.. I am just a lonely girl who is obsessed with horror movies, and even more, the slashers in said horror/thriller movies. I have been very busy recently, but I am trying so hard to keep the posts up! I hope you have a great day...
