Ronny's POV;
Kat and I got the bus and ended up at her place. We went upstairs, I followed her and ended up in her room. She shut the door and locked it and she turned the light off. I saw her lighting a candle, once my vision adjusts. "What are you doing?" I ask, she was acting strange. "Oh just an old ritual." She says, opening a huge book, she searches for a bit and begins to speak.
I couldn't make out what she was saying, but it sounded strange... After a while of this she closed the book and put on a big amulet, it had a red heart on it that didn't start glowing until she put it on.
She turned to me, "I'm sorry about this... But I can't have you trailing behind me and I can't take any chances." She said, I cocked my head at her. "What?" I asked, but I was met with a flower put to the side of my head. I felt her dragging me to the bed, but then I passed out and everything was black and nothing.
Kat's POV;
I tied Ronny's unconscious body to my bed (by his wrists and ankles). I pick up my long grim repeat sword, the handle was made out of a spinal cord and it was real. The sharp blade was sure to sue them in and if not, I have black magic on my side.
I put on my black cloak and a skeleton mask, alone with my most sound proof shoes. I then put on the last thing I'd need, my skeleton gloves, no fingerprints must be left. I put the hood up on my black cloak and made my way downstairs. Then went outside, the moon was full and I could hear wolves howling. I grin at this then it's back to buisness.
Fist on my list is Cindy. I made my way to her house. I looked up at her bedroom window, the light was still on, but no cars were here... That must mean her parents are gone, good. I looked at the window and spoke my spell "Ulta umprovsa untwa, movellata shuna." I spoke, then I felt wings begin to sprout through my back, breaking out of my cloak, only leaving holes for them.
I jumped off the ground and felt myself begin to fly, I flew up to her window. Looking in, she was all alone, watching tv. "Shattera muscua" I spoke, waving my hand slowly in front of the window in a Z direction. The window disappeared and Cindy didn't seem to notice. I flew in and then put my feet on the ground. That's when she noticed me, she started to get up and run through the door, "Closera monstera." I speak, waving my hand in front of it in a Z direction. Then the door swung shut and locked. She still tried to escape, but the doorknob fell off, the door still locked (due to my black magic).
I closed my eyes and used my mind power to grow my nails out through the gloves, but my fingers still contained within them. "WHO ARE YOU?! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!" She cried, I just smiled. I took off my hood and mask, she looked at me with wide eyes. "Kat!" She screamed, "That's my name, don't wear it out." I say, growling as I feel my teeth begging to become all razor sharp, like a monster's. I give her a toothy grin to her, and my eyes shine blood red with vengeance and the need to spill her guts.
"K-Kat, I'm sorry." She stuttered, I saw right through her. "No you aren't." I growled, "You think I'm weak. You're wrong. Very wrong." I say looking to her. "Necromanca loverea" I say, looking to her and making my hands wave in a Z direction over her. She screams and I can tell she's trying to run, but I won't allow it. I go to her, weapon in hand. I walk behind her, and put the sharp in all along her neck. "Any last words?" I growl, "You aren't actually going to do this right?! No! Really funny Kat. Haha, good one! Now let me go!" She cried, "Sorry Princess, but this is no joke." I growl.
I pull back, the blade slicing right through her neck, blood going almost everywhere. I smile, as blood runs down the blood and onto me. I press down more, going all the way through, her body falling to the floor, while I hold her head. I smile at her head, and kiss it on the cheek. "Sleep tight, bitch." I growl, flying out of the house. I put my feet back on the house, "Nota jumangi lottera." I speak waving my hand in front of the house, this spell removed all my evidence. "Firea notera shiva." I say looking at the house and snapping my fingers. The house goes up in flames, I watch smiling as the house is burned.
"One down, eight to go." I say smiling as I put on my mask and hood, walking off in the direction of my next victim.
YOU ARE READING
Don't Forget
TerrorA group of friends go out to a party late at night. They kick the "lame" friend to the side... But eventually things take a sinister turn and they'll pay for what they did. Revenge is a dish best served cold.