Jonathon Williams looked at the Sword in his hands and felt calm.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his spooky surroundings. He had always loved the decapitated abandoned Cabin with its rancid, rapid rotting wood. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel peace.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Allison Smith. Allison was a sinister demon with blue eyes and delicate ears. Odd for a demon, but her features none the less.
Jonathon gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an intelligent, spiteful, Milo drinker with fit eyes and charming ears. His friends saw him as an ancient, yet annoying angel. Once, he had even revived a dying, toddler.
But not even an intelligent person, who had once revived a dying, toddler, was prepared for what Allison had in store today.
The rain fell like running deer, making Jonathon even more agitated.
As Jonathon stepped outside and Allison came closer, he could see the tart smile on her face.
"I am here because I want her." Allison bellowed, in a daring tone. She slammed her fist against Jonathon's chest, with the force of 2578 wolves. "I will have her Jonathon."
Jonathon looked back, even more, depressed and still fingering the
Sword. "Allison, once I am through with you..." he replied.
They looked at each other with angry feelings, like two difficult, dangerous dogs rampaging at a very tight-fisted snow storm, which had punk rock music playing in the background.
Jonathon studied Allison's blue eyes and delicate ears. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you her to you. You do not deserve her. All the wrong you have done." he explained, in pitying tones.
Allison looked frustrated. She lunged at Jonathon, but he merely stepped out of the way, tripping Allison over as she lunged forward.
Jonathon almost felt Allison's body shatter into pieces as she fell with a heavy thud to the ground. He stood over her as she rolled over onto her back in pain, the sword in his hands. He plunged it down into the screaming demons heart as screamed bloody murder. He had just killed his ex-lover. But he felt not regrets. Not after what she had done.
Jonathon walked back inside and wandered into one of the almost bare rooms. Seeing his beautiful sleeping child in her cot, he smiled. She looked just like her mother blue eyes and delicate ears.
THE END
