Part VII- Red Party
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paint
you can paint
a pretty picture
using your own
long lovely hands
and in this day
you can paint
everyone's lives
including yours
but the cut
of the fine paper
is a saying that
it will all end sooner
or maybe you should
paint more lives
in the color of red
later afternoon.
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A/N: Warning! Bloody Valentines ahead :) This is a witch reference, and if you're not a fan of witches and their magic- I suggest you skip this ^_^ Thank you!
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"It is an unbreakable spell, dear Felicia." Her mother said as she held open a nasty colored bottle of potion towards her. Felicia hesitated, she doesn't want to be one of them.
"Drinking it will cause you sickness for a few days, but after those- You'll become a fully graced witch." Her mother tried to convince with a wicked smile.
She doesn't want to be a witch. Witches are bad- There are two types actually. The dark colored wicked ones and the light beautiful pleasant ones. Felcias'a mother was the dark blue witch of our east coast, hidden amongst the rocky roads and forests.
It would be rare for a passerby to appear and walk along the grassy green paths and trample our spell ingridients and Felicia would always sense her mother would take it as a chance.
The last victim of her mother was a little girl. How heartless, Felicia would say whispering in her windowsill. She saw as her mother cast a spell on her and soon enough, she was vomitting types of bugs.
"I don't want.." Felicia's voice croaked, her orange eyes glimmering with fear. It was Valentines, her birthday. She invited her friends, which are the palmists, faeries and elfs and gnomes, extraordinary creatures galore.
Right now, all those people were partying in her fabricated party room her mother made, and here she was, outside in the spell room with her evil mother.
Her mother rolled her eyes, She didn't care. Before Felicia knew it, her mother grabbed Felicia's neck and gripped it as Felicia was screaming, painfully.
Her mother took this as a chance and she poured the vile into her daughter's opened mouth. The brown-green liquid flowed down Felicia's soar throat and she choked, coughing out the late waters of the drink.
"Yes, Very good. Now you're 19 and fully a witch! Congratulations, Felicia Verdillyn!" Her mother cheered, as she watched her daughter cough out and tremble on the thorned grass. It was a horrible sight, yet her mother never really saw it as one.
Then, Felicia's eyes turned from orange spikey into the dark blue that made you shiver. The effect took as quick as they thought, and her mother looked pleased. Slowly, hair by hair, it turned from Soft yellow to nasty dirty green-brown.
Her plump lips turned grey in a matter of seconds, and her pale skin had violet tracks in them. Her long clean fingernails layed out as dirty old and infected ones, long as her hair that tumbled in her back.
"How does it feel Felicia?" Her evil mother asked. Felicia stopped her trance and snapped her head to her mother. She didn't like this- She was becoming a monster.
Felicia's frown turned into a snarl as she stood up and swiftly grabbed her mother's neck and snapped it away from her mother's body. Before her mother could react, her head was laying in the cold grey ground with blood pouring in the red holes in her neck.
"You're a motherf*cker who should die, B*tch." Felicia taunted and spat at her mother's dead body. She liked the smell of rotten blood and rust- She grew excited of seeing a killed person. She liked it, yet she knew it wasn't her.
"That wouldn't kill a witch, Felicia." Her mother's hoarse voice spoke evilly, a creepy smile forming her chapped and bloody lips. Her teeth was the color of blood and her eyes were bleeding too much.
Felicia didn't care of the horrible horror sight, She walked near to her mother's low body and stabbed it with her own long sharp nail at her mother's heart.
She heard her mother moan and scream, and that was the end of her mother's witched life. Felicia was feeling wonderful than ever- now she feels how her mother feels like.
She knew this was a part of her, hidden behind her good witch ways. She always wanted refuge or revenge, and she always wanted to be the monster she really is.
She went inside her party place and people looked at her with fear as she stepped in.
"Who is that?"
"Is that Fe-Felicia?"
"Horrible Geezer what happened to her?!"
They all seemed to whisper, and now she smirked evilly, which made them more terrfied. A few screamed and scrambled away but Felicia locked the doors swiftly using her witched powers.
Minutes later, The party turned blood-shot. People or creatures were killed mercilessly, and bodies were found in the walls to the roof. It was massive, and now only one person left, Felicia thought. The room was covered in a dull color of red she liked and it was easy to find that person, of all the redness.
"Come out, Come out- Wherever you are." Felicia taunted with a smile on her face. She could smell it- Human. It was a girl, and she had something. A prized possesion perhaps. It was a strong thing and Felicia ached to kill her and get her possesion.
"Don't be afraid. I won't eat you." Felicia said as she rounded on the near corner where the victim was, trembling and looking frantically.
"I'll just paint your life a pretty red picture." Were Felicia's last words before she striked the girl and released a blood-chilling scream and a victiorious laugh from Felicia.
The girl's body lay still on the ground and Felicia saw the red on her neck glint in her eyes. It was a heart pendant, and it was Valentines. She gave one last look of disgust of all the bodies inside as she snapped the necklace from the girl's dead neck and took it in her dark hands.
The necklace's color turned from beautiful red to a dark and ugly maroon. Felicia grew pleased of this and whispered to no one in the room;
"Thank you for the gift, and for the best 19th birthday ever." And she stepped out her own house, killing living things on the way.
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*i wanted to stop as sooner as i made this -.-
i wanted to try something horrible ;) so i did. haha, hope you guys like this and sorry for the late updates T.T super busy. leave a comment :))
xoxo, A.
>ALEX<
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