Snow

Chapter One

Chapter One

   Night came again, as it always did. Four hands broke through the ground which, if anyone was there, would have been a terrifying sight. Four hands, as pale and gleaming as the moonlight. The four hands were then followed by four wrists; four forearms; four upperams; two heads; two torsos; four legs; four feet. The women were stark naked but neither noticed – they had grown accustomed to their bare state and even more so with the scent and feel of dirt and ground. One of the women had hair as white as snow while the other had hair as dark as a raven – the contrast of the women was uncanny and breathtaking and as they walked to the nearby tree to retrieve their gowns, their grace and agility were shown through their movement. They walked in sync, and stopped in sync, and dressed in sync. It was almost as if they were the same person, joint as one.

   “Do you remember?”

   “I do.”

   “Therefore you must remember your aim and how to achieve it, yes?”

   “I do, sister.”

   “Then go out to achieve it. Remember, however – ”

   “Do not be too haste. I know.”

   “We’ll meet again, here, before morning breaks. The last thing I would want is my most promising prodigy to turn into a pile of embers.”

   “I’ll return to you, sister. Always.”

   “Always.” The raven returned.

The village was almost as alive at night as it was at day. Snow pulled down her hood to enable her to view the entirety of her surroundings; the tens or twenties of men who idly drank themselves into a slumber, the other men who were raping the villagers before they returned home to their wives, and he cattle which were being raised to their slaughter. Much as the humans were. Both species ignorant to their sudden death – only one, however, deserving of it.

   “Look, Enve,” Snow was grabbed by the hair, causing her no pain but fuelling the rage inside. “Here’s another pretty little whore for you to fuck.” The man pulled up her skirts, bunching them around her waist and delivered a harsh slap to her cheek, the sound of it resonating through the town. She tried not to smirk, knowing that whatever they did next would decipher how painful their punishment (and death) would be.

   The man, who she assumed to be Enve, approached, not ashamed that he was fully exposed to the crowd forming around them. He had a proud smirk on his face, which Snow would find delight in ripping off. He stroked himself, taking pride in his lengthy member before announcing,

  “Prepare yourself, honey,” He was before her, the man who had grabbed her hair now holding her arms behind her back. “This is going to hurt.”

   “Funny,” Snow spoke, for the first time since arriving since the village, venom slicing through her words. “That’s exactly what I was going to say to you.” The man looked confused, but the confusion soon left his face when Snow’s head abruptly came back , crashing into the head of her constrainer and, due to her inhumane strength, caused it to cave in and expel blood. Women screamed. She then pulled her right arm forward, encasing it around Enve’s pride and joy before he had time to think, ripping it off in one fluid, quick motion. He screamed. She dropped the vile piece of flesh on the ground, wiping the blood on her hands in the man’s hair as he wailed. “Put some ice on it. Perhaps you could stick it back on.” She suggested. “I’d get it soon – ”She looked over to a cage that was being opened by a man whose mind she was controlling. “Or that wolf might just have a fine dinner with it.”