Little Red

Little Red Chapter Two

Lucy's earth shattered as it dawned on her, there must be some connection between the voice and her eye mutation 

"You catch on quick don't you?" the voice taunted, it sounded so haunting, like a little girl who was fighting for air, her throat being crushed by an unknown force.

"Wha-what is going on?" Lucy asked meekly, she didn't understand a lot about what was going on but she did understand that the voice in her was dangerous. Besides, she barley had the energy to speak let alone put any sort of force behind her voice.

"Aw you really do have no idea do you dearie? Well let me explain, your body was chosen to be my spirit's new resting place, it starts slowly after you have seen the change of seven summers. Your growth was stunted and my soul's purple colour replaced your horrible average blue one." the voice  managed to rasp.

"But if you have been her the whole time why didn't you-" Lucy couldn't finish the question. She simply didn't have the strength.

"Because sweetheart I feed off other people's energy, I couldn't do anything until that little boy's curiosity got the better of him" the voice seemed to smile. 

"And now with every person who's body i suck dry I get stronger and stronger, meaning I can over power you" it cackled.

Lucy couldn't even reply as she felt the last bit of control over her body trickling away. She was gone.

"Now what to do about this mess?" the voice said to herself "Aha!" she exclaimed picking a box of matches up of a stall. She removed one from the as she began to walk away from the scene, flicked her wrist and threw the match behind her and within minutes the village was alight.

It was scary, how happy the voice was skipping away from the tragedy towards her own home, she took pleasure in others suffering, that was her idea of a party! 

The voice halted in fornt of the cottage's door, after finding it locked she knocked twice before a plump woman opened it. "Lucy!" she gasped in shock "Why isn't your hood up?" she was astounded. The voice looked up and into the woman's eyes, this time the woman's gasp was of pain. 

"I am not Lucy, my name is Anna do you understand Mother?" she spat knowing she would not be able to respond, by this stage the woman was as close to dead as she could be while breathing so Anna left her to suffer alone and went to Anna's room to pack all the items she would need. As she excited the house she made a point to step on the dying woman's back causing one last scream to escape her lips before her heart finally stopped.

Ann walked back towards the village the smell of smoke greeting her  before she could even see the flames, she looked back one last time before lifting her hood and disappearing into the night.