Another Bad Poem (Youngblood Chronicles)

Save Rock And Roll

black. nothing. darkness. silence. peace at last. or so i thought.

i opened my eyes, to find myself in an old fashened elovater. in the corner stould a boy. it took me a moment, but i recignised him as one of the children the cult had sent to chase the rebels in the woods. he pressed a button on the elevator, and a door opened.

thrue the door, was a little girl. she was tied up, and crying. she had long flowing ginger hair, and wore the tatterd remans of a sun dress. i looked confused to the boy who controled the elivator. he looked to my right. i followed his eyes to see a silver dagger. i picked up said dagger, and it glissend in the sun light.

i soon as my fingers suched the blade, i stench filled my nose. the stench of blood. i breathed in deeply. when i had been a snake, and was first created by the cult, they had spesificaly made me this way. the smell of blood was like a drug to me. i craved it. my eyes flashed to the little girl, who cryed silently. i held the knife tighter, and edvansed twards her. when i reached her, i leaned down and inhaled the smell of her blood. i lifted my knife slowly, before bringing it down in one sharp movment.

the blade stuck deep within the old wooden floor. i stould defiently. no more killing. no more blood shed.  no more death on my hands. the little boy looked at me shoked. before i could do anything more, i was overcome by a blinding light.

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back at HQ Cortney's girls had taken the case to the iner cult. the masked men were quite pleased to see it after so long. they emedeatly began to ritchual.

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after the light had died down, i found myself at the top of a staircase. i felt... strange. looking down, i no longer saw my blood stained jeans, but a presten white dress. i stould, and looked behind myself to see a mirror. 

i was in a simple short sleaved white dress with a fitted waist, and flowy skirt that stoped just abuve my knees. it showed off my figure nicely. apon my feet were a pair of heeld white leather boots. my nails were long and also white. all of my other assesories had changed, apart from my silver bracelet. i traced my fingers over the words "rock n' roll", smiling to myself. my hair was also much longer, nearly comming to my waist, and pulled back with a white bow. i was almost angelic in aperince.

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i then heard voices from down the staircase. i quietly peeked over the side to see... the rebels. 

Joe, who i had watched get strangled to death by yellow Patrick. Andy, whom i had been munipulated into mudering myself. Pete, who i was also unable to save from yellow Patrick. and lastly, Patrick himself. they were also all dressed in white. 

i wanted to go and speek to them, but i was far to scared. i had watched them all get killed, even killing Andy myself. i couldn't. i didn't deserve there friendship. i was about to try and slink away, when another man, also dressed in white, aproched me. 

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they true cult had begun the ritchual. each taking the offering, and pricking there finger for the goblet. 

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the man smiled at my kindly.

"my daughter, why do you hide?" he asked me.

"i am unworthy sir. i don't know why i'm here. i don't belong..." i replied, bowing my head respectfuly.

"nonsence. you have no reason to fear. follow me." he instructed. he then led me down the staircase.

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the leader of the cult finaly took a drink from the goblet. he alowed the power to fill his body. soon. the time would be soon.