BLACK

Rosa

Rosa
This witch (whatever she was) threw me onto the hard gravel and I began shuffling away until she kicked me in the gut which made me throw up all over her shoes.

That was not the worst that had happened thus far, in fact vomiting was way better than seeing this witch bitch turn into a complete freaky Friday monster.

Her hair began to thin and turn bleach blonde, her eyes turned a blueish white and her back had begun to grow into a hunch until she looked like a bodybuilder on steroids. Her legs started to grow and expand with muscle and veins popping out of her ripped up jeans.

My first thought was that she was turning into Hulk but all this happened with a man's hand on her head.

He was dressed in red and wore an untied black and white scarf. His face was wrinkled and scarred. It held a smile with a crazed look in his eyes.

He scared me shitless -which reminds me- I took a huge shit. I don't quite remember when but it happened and I was at my most uncomfortable I had ever been in my entire life.

I was laying in my own shit and vomit and was about to be killed by a huge fucking monster and what looked to be an evil priest. There's a lovely picture for you.

The priest turned to me and still had that awful smile across his face. He's teeth were rotten and again he looked crazy.

"Darling child" he held out a hand to help me up but I continued to stare.

"Get up dear" I shook my head. His brows lifted and he turned away from me.

"UP!" Without moving, my body was lifted up and I was standing on my feet. I never believed in magic until that point in my life. This whole thing was unbelievable. He turned around, facing me again.

"When I tell you to do something, you do it!" I nodded with my shoulders up.
He walked to me, no smile this time, and grabbed me by the throat.

"Do you hear me!"

"Yessir" tears began to wet my cheeks.
He pushed me onto the floor and called for one of the monsters to fetch me. I was put on it's shoulder and then I passed out.

I woke up in a train station and there seemed to be 'normal' people around me. They all held machetes and some were even joking around and laughing.

I sat still- not wanting to attract attention. These people looked less scary until I witnessed a fight.

A girl wearing a midriff bumped into another female and this other girl (let's call her Rachel), Rachel started shouting at midriff but midriff just wanted peace and apologized. Rachel wasn't having her 'bullshit' and pierced midriff's stomach with her machete until it protruded from her back. Midriff fell over and was choking to her death. The others went on with what they were doing and I just sat there, doing the same- nothing at all to help her. I was afraid I was going to die in the process of helping her.

Looking left and right, breathing really hard, I checked to see if anyone was looking my way. I quickly crawled over to her and put pressure on her wound. I looked into her eyes which had begun to roll back.

"No, please don't die" I took off my jacket and placed it over the wound, hoping it'll save some time. I took out my cellphone but it was immediately kicked out of my hand.

"You trying to mock me, girl?" I was struggling to breathe and my chest moved but my mouth had failed to do the same.

"Are you trying to mock me?" She put her machete to my chin.

"No. I'm just... I'm just trying to save her" she looked furious and pulled her machete away, getting ready to slash my throat. I sat still with my eyes closed, ready for this to be over. Then I heard the blade drop and opened my eyes to see 'Rachel's' head lying in front of me, detached from her body. I screamed because the old man had beheaded her.

"Shut up!" Said a voice from behind me.

The old man bent down beside me and started running midriff's blood on her own face. He was mumbling words, slowly raising his voice and then he began to chant.

Slowly her eyes rolled back into place and the wound stitched back together. She sucked air in like a vacuum and shot up into a sitting position. She placed her palms on her chest, clearly indicating pain.

This time I was not so much afraid as I was amazed. I just stared at her. The old man turned to me and gave me a warm smile.
"Meet Åsa, Rosa"
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So... what do you think of Åsa? Sounds like a complete bitch doesn't she? :D

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