The sun rises as the damage caused on the area from the previous night remains. Pishka walks through the deserted area with uncertainty in her mind. Days and nights pass but she doesn't stop moving
Suddenly standing in front of a broken-down shack. She looks up to see that it's her old home where she spent four years of most of her high school living in. She remembers how embarrassed she got whenever her friends wanted to visit her... Now thinking about it, made her heart ache bitterly. Tears slide down her cheeks, this was her home. It shouldn't have mattered what material it was made of. At least it put a roof over her head and protected her come rain, come sunshine. That's right she was back in South Africa. Unaware of how she crossed the ocean. She was barely conscious after having not slept or eaten or drunk blood for weeks
Sad laughter is heard from her mouth. Grabbing her head as she bends down as the feelings of regret and guilt swirl and intertwine. The residents still living there look at her like she has lost her mind. Soon a sickening scream erupts causing all in the neighbourhood to fall unconscious. She raises her eyes to reveal that both eyes were red with black sclera. Her purple-golden bolts of lightning returned, more vigorous and deadly. The blood from the people that have left their bodies floats directly towards Pishka. She hisses as she opens her mouth, the blood entering rapidly
Suddenly the girl grabs her own throat, shocking herself. What's left of the blood stops and flows back to the owners, however, some of it falls to the ground as Pishka loses strength. A voice in her head laughs and then mocks her. She drops to the ground after letting go of her throat, seeing that she saved everyone in the area. She begins to speak between taking deep breaths
Pishka: Stop- stop it... They did... nothing wrong to... you!
She glares at the area in front of her. The Goddess' image appears before her eyes
Goddess Sekhmet: Ha! Do you think not using your powers or drinking blood will prevent me from possessing you once you've gained full power? Think again, you're mine! I'll possess you then your 'sweet little' brother ~ Causing chaos and senseless slaughter throughout the world, then you'll kill each other in the end! Ha ha ha ha ha!
Her laughter fills Pishka's head, causing her agony. Pishka kneels unable to bear the mental strain any longer. She lets out a loud screech that fills the area at a large scale. The unconscious bodies have been to bleed from their eyes, ears and mouth. Soon resulting in their miserable deaths. Breathing faintly as her eyelids droop low as she looks around hazily. The image fades, her heart is filled with great sadness
'I wish I was never born...'
After saying her last thoughts a light engulfs her body, after a while it fades leaving no trace. Soon the people wake up as the blood they were releasing evaporates into thin air. They look around in confusion, some resuming their daily routine as if nothing happened. Pishka faints after performing the phenomenon, after entering unconsciousness. A figure swoops in, carrying her away. Nobody took notice of the girl's sudden appearance and disappearance
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Pack House
Jacob walks out of the house stretching his limbs as he prepares to go on a morning jog. He notices Carlos basking under the sunlight, however, something seems off. He approaches him, however, at some point, he feels like he broke through a barrier. He looks around but nothing's changed, looking up he sees Carlos crying in his child form. Taken aback he approaches him, calling out to him
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Her Cold Beast And His Dark Beauty
WerewolfThis story is atheistic and fictional... Not sorry Pishka. Your typical sad and a little depressed, South African girl, moves to America. She has to adapt to this ghost town she moved into. Being a loner should be the worst case scenario, right? No...