Skinwalker

Hi! This is Lucine here. Just wanna stick this huge copyright law thing on the top for a bit before the story starts. Please let me know what you think, if you have any critiques or what-not.

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Yup. And here we go:

Chapter 1

Anwen Mariani was done drying the egg yolk and picked it up carefully. Hovering it over the clean porcelain bowl, she cut the bottom open with a scalpel.

            With the yolk out, she poured out the blood from the cochineal beetles she had crushed into it, stirring it about.

            Anwen kept her hobby a secret. It was more like a sense of release for her. A quiet time to be honest with herself.

            She checked her watch after pouring the red paint into a jar and sealing it tightly.

            It was about time she went to Logan’s house for dinner.

            Anwen’s parents were both artists- her mother was a sculpture who worked with junk and wood while her father had been a famous painter. They had hardly cared much about being parents or looking after their lone child. So it was no horrifying thing when men in black suits came knocking on the house door one day to inform her that her parents had passed away.

            Logan’s parents, Yvonne and Alex, were more of a mother and father to Anwen ever since she moved to the odd but rather picturesque house just outside the main town area. Anwen’s mother had fallen in love with it at first sight and she and her husband did some work on it.

            But like Anwen and everything else in their lives, they moved on upon finding more interesting things.

            Anwen washed her things and went to change out of the stained white shirt and old frayed jean shorts she wore when painting or working.

            By six, she left the house and locked the door carefully after her. She trotted down the drive and down the path. The five-minute walk took her to the closest house. It was a double storey house with flowers hanging on the front porch and white walls.

            Logan was at the front porch playing with their dog; Hatter. He grinned upon seeing Anwen who smiled automatically in return, her cheeks turning pink.

            “Hey, Annie,” Logan said as Hatter rushed over to Anwen madly.

            “H-Hi-“

            “Annie- there you are. You two come in and set the table,” Yvonne called.

            “Coming- down Hatter,” Logan said as the gold coloured dog jumped around them excitedly.