He Was the Hunter...and She was the Prey...

He Was the Innocent Devil...and She Was the Sinful Angel

"Jane! Jane!" called out a boy with a grin that stretched across his entire face.

"What is it brother?" answered a girl who seemed to be radiating innocence from her smile.

"Look at all those beautiful flowers! So many different colors. So many different personalities!" he exclaimed.

The girl laughed, her melodic voice being carried in the wind like the songs of birds.

"You silly boy. Flowers don't have feelings."

He smiled, but not one of foolishness. There was something in his eyes that confused his sister. It was a look of understanding far beyond her capacity.

"Of course they do....they all do..."

He started walking away.

"Every single one of them do."

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The night was dark as ebony, the only signs of life being illuminated by the beautiful full moon and twinkling stars. Every now and then, there was a chirp from a cricket. However, it was quickly silenced by a predator of the darkness, who swallowed the little piece of innocence left in the world. Everything in the world is evil...and if not evil, destroyed by it. The crisp night air was tainted with the odor of smoke. The clear sky was clouded by a screen of haze. 

Then, out of nowhere, a sharp scream pierced the still night like a blade. 

"HELP! PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP! I BEG OF YOU! ANYONE! WE'RE INNOCENT!"

A high pitched voice engulfed the night with its desperate cries for help. Her brother looked over at her in pity. Her normally beautiful golden locks were tangled and encrusted with blood and dirt, a leaf or two found woven into the muddle. Her bright blue eyes were clouded with a film that turned them grey with desperation and loss of hope. Her pale flawless skin was bruised and cut from the whips, knives, and ropes that were use mercilessly on them. An angel seemed to have fallen from the sky, her wings torn and tattered, beyond repair. Her halo was diminished into nothing but the same dirt that was stained with her blood.

"Jane...shh...don't cry, my beautiful sister. Don't cry. Suffer through hell for ten minutes so you can rise into heaven for ten milleniums and more. Don't cry..."

The little girl peered over to her brother who seemed so at peace, despite the pain of the rocks tearing his flesh underneath him from getting dragged here and there by the cruel villagers. His dark brown hair was sticking out like weeds in a garden of flowers. His beautiful pale blue eyes were shielded by his eyelids, the only inch of his skin that was not covered in his blood.

"Shh...don't cry" he whispered.

The villagers bound their feet and hands together with ropes laced with acid, savoring the screams that reverberated through the dark night. Alec looked down and saw a single flower. It glowed white with innocence, naivety, and old childish memories. A single drop of blood dripped onto its pale petals, staining it red with sins. A blazing red fought against the dark ebony of the sky. Hints of yellow and orange danced among the sins of the world. As the two loving siblings were being burned, the flower slowly wilted, turning into ash along with their souls and mortality.

Every single one of them do.