WARNING: This part of the chapter begins with a lot of blood and gore. So, please, skip this if you don't like this kind of stuff. Because it's not going to be my fault if someone passes out. Also I am so sorry for not updating! I had absolutely no inspiration to continue this, and whenever I tried to write I couldn't think of anything.
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Loud, raspy, yelling could be herd threw out the whole house. A little girl with messy (h/l) (h/c) hair walked forward. She held a brown teddy bear in her hands, all ripped to shreds with stuffing coming out of the holes. Dark crimson stained it, and the bear's left eye had been torn out, hanging by cotton. The girl had on a small pink dress, all messy with dirt and dark splotches. The screaming became louder, only to be cut short with gasping. The girl walked on, her (e/c) dark and emotionless. Opening a door, she saw a body laying on the ground, moving violently while holding their neck. The person seemed like a teenager, with black hair and pale gray eyes. She started screaming again, while holding her neck tightly, struggling more. The teenager had no chains wrapped around her, no ropes. Nothing. Yet she seemed to be in pain. Walking forward slowly, the child gazed down at the body, it was moving slower and slower each second.
"You lied." That was all the child said before pulling something out of one of her boots, and plunged it into the lady's neck. She gasped loudly and tried screaming for help, even had a pleading look in her eyes as she looked at the child, but nothing worked. Fresh tears came out of her eyes that dulled and lost their color slowly. Then, the girl said something that surprised and terrified the teenager. "Your eye would look good on Teddy." At once she stabbed the knife into the dying girl's left eye and slowly cut around it. Once that was all done, she took the eye out of the eye socket, pulled the stuffed eye out of the teddy bear's eye socket, and put the real eye in it. Screams of terror and pain echoed through the whole house as the little girl smiled sweetly, but it looked evil now. "Perfect."
The poor teenager didn't die yet, however. The wound in her neck wasn't deep enough to bleed out all the way, and she was trying to cling onto life with everything she had left of her strength. Giggling, the little girl watched the dying woman struggle to take breaths. "Bye bye." And then the dim room lights flickered on and off for a few seconds, before turning off completely.
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You woke up with a jolt, you were sweating slightly, and your head was pounding. Golden-orange light shone in your (e/c) eyes, making them shine as you looked around. Your muscles and bones hurt from having to stay in one position for a night, also from your hands tied behind your back. Groaning slightly from the blinding light of dawn, you opened your mouth wide and let out a enormous yawn. There was still fear inside of you for your dream, but now it's been more and more common. That little girl looked a lot like you, but you just couldn't understand the dream. You didn't hurt or want to hurt anyone. Yet, there was always a teenager that the girl would torture, and she looked a lot like your 'mother'. You hated her, sure, but you wouldn't dream of hurting her. You sat there in silence for a bit, but nothing happened. You had an evil idea to disturb someone's sleep. You could probably already guess who that person was, right? Yes, of course, it was that Male that wore the blue tunic. The one that tried killing you. So you started yelling, making it obvious that you were doing it on purpose.
"Hey, wake up! The sun's shining and the birds aren't stopping even though I'm yelling! Come on, it's painful to sit here with your hands tied behind my back! Well, not your hands but you know what I mean." You started screaming at the top of your lungs, disturbing everything in the forest. Though, you didn't care. "WAKE UP!" You shrieked as loud as you could. And, of course, the blue tunic dude came out of the tent first and stomped up to you. "Hi. How was your sleep?" You asked, a smirk paying upon your lips. You were going to enjoy this argument, because who wouldn't want to see this dude mad?
"What are you doing screaming out here!? Can't you see that some of us are trying to sleep!?" He yelled out, his eyes were narrowed into a furious glare, while he stared down at you.
You started to pretend that you weren't yelling, but he was. And oh did that get him angrier than before! "Oh, so I'm one one screaming? Well I'll tell you what, no I'm not. The most simple and obvious answer is that your the one screaming." You replied calmly.
He didn't say anything, just went back into the tent. Shuffling and voice were heard through the paper-thin sheets, and you thought he gave up. But that wasn't the case. He soon came back with a hammer in his hand, and when he swung it at you, it hit hard. However, you being the girl that doesn't care about pain like this, were outraged. Sure you would have just brushed it off, but you had a headache, and you were going to murder this boy. You started struggling to get out of your restrains, determined to knock this guy out, but you weren't strong enough. "HEY! I have a headache you moron! Untie my hands and I'll be sure to put you out of your misery right here, right now!" You screamed violently, while thrashing about in you restrains. Since only your hands were tied, you stood up and tried going after him, hoping that if you pulled hard enough, the rope would come unattached. Luck wasn't for you today though.
The rest of the brothers soon came out of the tent and saw you thrashing around, baring your teeth like an animal, hoping to intimidate them. However, no one came to stop your thrashing. After a minute or so, you begin to get tired and stopped, breathing heavily, and sat down again.
-Time Skip because I'm lazy-
After the group was done doing whatever they were doing, they started to ask you questions. However, you refused to speak to personal ones like 'where did you come from?' or 'what were you doing in our camp?'. You liked to keep to yourself most of the time, so you only answered yes or no. "So, can I get out of these ropes now? It's starting to hurt." You asked.
The Male that was hot-headed (which you heard his name was Blue), snorted and glared down at you with flames in his blue eyes. "What if you attack us?"
"Hey YOU were the one who attacked ME, you hot-headed prick!" Oh today was going to be long...
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Fanfiction(Y/n) had a terrible past, and she did something no one will ever forget. They didn't know she did it, but she was filled with so much rage. Her father was almost never there for her, and her mother never cared for her after what happened. She was b...
