Black Heart of Hearts

Chapter One

Warm streaks of gold pierce through the dark oak as the autumn's fiery leaves dance with the swindling breeze. The wheels of a classic 1986 black Jeep Wrangler ambush  the wild green landscape as the car misleads the direction of the road. Judging from the brutality of the redirection, the negligence of the driver was distinct; the car made a harsh stop among the trees near the river. Slamming the driver's door open came out a girl of about seventeen years; a slender figure with dark tan skin and long brown hair. She trudged out of the vehicle defiantly, ravaging  the delicate plants as she violently flings the door shut. Though to many she was seen to be a mundane seventeen year old, the girl's intentions were beyond the expectations of her  - the girl who they saw as the 'lonely low-life' who sat on the isolated dinner table in lone silence , was in fact a creature consumed of many obscenities. 'Get it out'. Her psyche guided her - it brought a mild smirk. Hurling the car boot open, the object that Hana retrieved must have been something striking out of the ordinary;  her mahogany coloured eyes gape heartily, fixed firmly on the thing, a snigger forming on her vermilion lips. Endearing what her small hands have just grasped hold of, she licks her coloured lips passionately and like a wild hungry cat, she ravenously digs her crimson nails into the large plastic bag. Claws it open. Annihilates it..Until the thing becomes evidently visible. After a few moments, that was when she convulsed into laughter. Hysteria passed among the atmosphere, echoing through the distance, as the corpse's arms and legs sprawled in the air; her motionless face deprived of life, nourished of warmth and spirit. A soul of such vitality and fortification she had been a few hours  earlier - this one had been rather tedious however, the procedure had been somewhat monotonous. But the fear she breathed within every pant was the pinnacle; every breath was delivered dancing with terror and trauma. Enraptured within the moment, Hana was intoxicated with the metallic fumes of dry blood, her illegal high. The sight of cherry red smudged on her face, brought ecstatic waves of rhapsody to her boosted frenzy.
Fresh hot crimson poured out of her stomach wound like a pool of grimy river water, the mellowness grasping hold of Hana's hands. The euphoric essence of blood, lurked thick and heavily in the humid air as it stuck to their moist skin, dominating the stench of sweat and moisture. She managed her body skilfully - a true expert of the weekly routine - and seized her broken wrists.The savage swung her mightily thrice and allowed the fresh breeze to direct her mutilated body towards the rush of water...thud! Her body had been swallowed by the sharp rocks, the teeth tearing her fragile body; bit by bit, myriads of gory contents disintegrating and masses of crimson blood polluting and dispersing across the crisp water. The scene was in no doubt macabre - merged with elements of tranquility: a serene, soothing scene to capture, the lurking stench of death perverting the greenery and fumes of demoralisation floating among the naturous ambience...