Broken Red

Chapter 1: Sensitive

      Hey, there strangers, now I've rewritten the book because I didn't like the last one, but yeah anyways, I hope you like it.

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Her lips stood ajar, waiting, expecting something to be said. The bloodied bodies surrounded her as their glassy eyes stared straight into the distance. Tears were on the brink of falling as she realized what her actions had called upon. No act of forgiveness could ever be bestowed upon her.

      Blood rolled down his arms as he held no regret in his stance when he looked upon the battlefield. Palettes of darkness intensified as the sun set and the wavering moon shone down upon the demented. The air had thickened and the Gale grew, a scent of fear and beauty flowed into his nose. Predatory eyes closed and savoured the bliss that flowered in his nose and grew vines that latched onto his thoughts and numbed his mind.

     The girl held her ground, attempting to appear brave, but could never hide her smell of it. She reeked of fear. Her once pure snow white hair was mangled and dirtied with blood proving that her innocence was taken away from her. She waited for the knowing future she was about to endure, waiting for him to come.

    Her mind became heavy with thoughts of what was going to happen, what he was scheming to do with her, what her life would become now that it had not ended. She was sensitive to any content that involved him. Shivers ran throughout her body, causing her to become weak. She could no longer stand because of that, so she gave in to the weakness and let her body connect with the ground. The bloodied snow was her comfort, for she knew that would be a part of her memory forever.

    As he drew closer her tears finally fell; sliding down her face slowly just to meet the floor at the end of their journey. Her breathing became shallow and her eyes closed slowly. Her body relaxed and as he got closer to her. She hadn't even seen him and yet thoughts of him usurped her mind in her supposed last moments.

    The ground shook as a low growl came from beside her. She smiled her last smile as she knew these were her last precious moments before everything ended. His beast flipped her almost lifeless body onto her back and he held his teeth to her throat. The subtle laugh was quiet, but the ears of the beast perked at the sound because it was both lovely and terrifying. The growl was harder and gruffer than before, his beast was not amused by her actions and his jaw came closer to her throat than before.

    The maniacal laughter ceased, but her smiling continued throughout the whole commotion.  She turned her head to the side in submission and the beast removed his head from her throat and walked around her in slow wary circles. Gusts of breath came from the back of her throat as she tried to get her last words out.

His beast came close to meet this woman, this woman who had stood her ground in the massacre. His nose gently worked its way around her body to satisfy this inconspicuous scent that made him so sensitive. But something was out of the ordinary, and the beast knew it. The snow was bloody and the familiar smell was fresh, which should not be possible since the battle had ended and the snow had covered the stench. His head raised swiftly and the beast's eyes darkened as he glared at her with suspicion and worry. She whispered using her small, soft voice,

 "Let me die."

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