Malice

One

The murky, cobbled stones were still wet from last night's rain. And as Kes Faulkner trudged over them, water seeped through the cracks and sunk deep into the Earth below her. She was out of breath from running, and her feet were covered in painful blisters because of her clonking black lace up boots. Her jet-black hair was falling over her face as she ran, her pale skin cold as ice.

Rain began to gently fall from the sky as if they were aware of the world below them, like they didn't want to damage anything they landed on. Kes didn't stop, she didn't take shelter, she only slowed down to a slow walk.

She thought of her grandmother, unaware that her granddaughter had ran away, but Kes felt no guilt whatsoever. She wasn't that kind of girl. Then she thought about what she had done, just a few hours earlier at about 1 o'clock, on a Sunday morning. She couldn't believe she had done it, but then again, she was relieved she had. Some would go as far to say she was happy to have done what she did. Though I think if anyone else had done so, they wouldn't be happy at all.

The air was crisp and fresh, and the sun hadn't quite risen yet, which meant she must've been the only person in her village to be awake. Kes began to realise how much she liked being alone.

You may have guessed by now, that Kes Faulkner had done a bad thing. A horrible, terrible thing. She had. She had done the most sickeningly cruel thing you could imagine.

Kes reached the village square, and sat by the fountain, untiying her boots at the ankles and taking off her socks to paddle her feet in the water. The water was cold and soothing against the hot, red blisters on her heels and toes. She looked at the houses that surrounded the square, no one's curtains were drawn, no one was making a sound, no one was around her. No one can see me, Kes thought to herself, so she took her backpack off her back and got out the blood stained knife. The very same knife she had used earlier. The same knife that she had killed her mother and father with.

She smiled at the knife as if it were a friend she hadn't seen in ages, it was like she was happy to see it. She dipped the knife in the water and gently used her fingers to wipe off the blood. There was so much on the knife and on her hands that the water in the fountain was turning a pinky-red. Kes laughed quietly to herself at the thought that, when everybody woke up, they would find the fountain full of bloody water, and not have a clue why, until they found the bodies of course. The scent of blood began to fill Kes's nostrils and get carried away by the wind, through the cracks of people's front doors. So Kes decided it was time for her to carry on walking.

As she put her socks and boots back on, she laughed even harder at the thought of villagers and policemen finding her mother and father's body, and not even knowing who had done such a thing. And there was also the confusing point of 'how on earth did the blood of Mr and Mrs Faulkner get from 1 mile away, to the fountain in the village center, without them moving anywhere?'

Kes seemed to find this absolutely hilarious, but we all know, that no one else would find it hilarious, or even mildy funny at all.

Kes put the clean knife back into her backpack and began walking away from the tiny, pathetic village of Feldon that she used to call home, and walked towards the forest, suddenly feeling cocky about the trouble that she would cause, and her walk turned into a confident strut.

When she got to the forest, she looked around at the beautiful, evergreen trees and tall fern everywhere, and realised how amazing the world was, and how much some people really took it for granted. The soil was damp and moist, and it squelched under her feet as she strolled over it. The air smelled of that soil, and according to Kes, that was the most satisfying smell in all the world. Kes loved everything to do with plants and the earth, she knew all the different species of mushrooms like the back of her hand. Her favourite animal was a wolf, and she knew what made them great for adaption in their environment. I guess you could say she was definitely an outdoor type, who knew everything about every animal. It was people she didn't like, because she didn't know anything about them. She hated how people could tell such horrible lies, and she hated how some people constantly go out of their way to make someone's life a total misery. Most of all she hated the fact that some people would be so self obsessed, and so selfish. Kes seemed to think that she never did any of those things. How very wrong she was.