The Dark Angel

The Dark Angel Part #1

The Dark Angel

This is a story about Ebony a young girl who had lived happily for years in her two story house. She had no worry's, she did what most girls failed to do, love herself. And not in the conceited way, but the way where she knew her imperfections only made her perfect.

Ebony had came home from school, and ran up straight to her room. She was normally home alone for a few hours whilst her mother was at work. Sighing to herself she looked at herself in the mirror. But unlike usual where she would list her perfections, she started to notice her imperfections. She looked at herself in disgust through the mirror. She had always felt normal, but something had overcome her. It was like something in her just snapped. She didn't feel normal anymore, her ebony hair wasn't as beautiful as she always thought it was. Her figure that everyone used to compliment on, was imperfect. Before she could stop them, the tears streamed down her face. Drenching her in sorrow. Her screaming cries drowned out the sound of something entering her room. And as she turned around she let out a small gasp at the figure standing at the doorway.

He, if you could call it a he. Had sleek black hair pulled back out of his face. Whilst his hollow black eyes stared straight through her. His face was covered in scars and bruises. And all he was wearing were a pair of trousers that hung of his bony hips. He had protruding ribs, whilst he held a blade in his bony fingers.

She was too paralysed in fear to do anything but stare. He smiled at her, a sadistic smile that graced his lips. She took a step back, but he didn't react. He was holding the blade so tight it cut through his fingers, leaving a trail of blood on her cream carpet. Only just noticing the cut through his finger he looked down and his smile seemed to widen if that was possible. He took the blade and slowly placed it on his arm, almost temptingly. The girl stared, confused at his antics, wasn't he going to hurt her? She thought to herself.

He slowly dragged the blade down his arm, making one long jagged cut. Adding to the various others scattered on his body. The girl felt weird, it felt like an itching feeling making her whole body tingle. And maybe she didn't notice it before, or it was just her wild imagination. But a cloud of endless black smoke seemed to emit from the guy. And as she continued to inhale it she didn't realise it was slowly changing her. And that was what the figure wanted.

It felt like she was not in her own body anymore, just watching it. She took a step forward, intrigued by the man. And when she was only a step away from him, she reached out her hand longingly. Slowly but surely he placed the blade in her hand. Which made her smile the same sadistic smile the man had smiled before hand. She dragged the blade down her arm, making her smile wider. She continued to draw on her arm with the blade, even going as far to draw some on her face. Though it didn't stop her, as the blood dripped and turned the carpet a sea of red. Slowly she licked down her arm, tasting the metallic blood. Making her sigh in bliss...

Her mother had just arrived home from work, and using her usual greeting she called her daughter. Yet she got no response in reply, worried she called her name again. Though still getting no reply she ran upstairs heading to her daughters room and was shocked at what she saw. Her daughter lay on the floor lying in a pool of her own blood. Words had been carved onto her face, the words read '次はあなたの番です 'whilst her eyes had been ripped out. Though a smile had still been etched onto her face. Her mother screamed dropping to her knees, tears flowing freely down her face. In the corner of her eyes she saw a figure, turning around slowly she was met with no other than The Dark Angel.