Shattered Mirror

Chapter 8

I crash down on the grassy floor. Exhausted from my workout of running. I found myself lost in the woods. People were hunting me down before, so this was my only escape. I lost them in time. I look up the blank sky and wonder if it's night or morning. If it was night I wouldn't of gotten a wink of sleep. I look at the now, bloodstained, torn up, dirt covered, dress I had for the ball. I wanted to rip the dress off, but it would be awkward walking around nude. Or being nude for any matter.

I stand up weakly and lean on the tree for support. Well, I think it's a tree. The bark is black and the leafs are white. It's like a old movie without color. How strange. I look around and listen. There's no one near by, so I decide to sit back down. I slide down the tree and remember what happened when I ran out the doors.

The air was spine tingling. The noise came closer and closer to me. I quickly dashed off not even glancing behind me. The strip that was golden and had golden lamps as well. There is a bunch of light here and I don't blame them. They have no sun. I look behind me and see guards casing after me.

"Intruder!" They yell.

They can't see it's me. Probably all the blood over me comes off as deadly. The flowers in my hair fly off and behind me as I run faster. The golden strip suddenly stops to show a village. You could hear a pin drop from a mile away. I slowed my running to look around. Signs dangle loosely from wooden buildings. I don't dare look at the bodies that lay on the floor. Dead. I don't think they even bother to dig graves. Or there were to many to make.

The guards yells cut me from my trance. I look around and see a forest. I look behind me and see the guards getting closer by the second. With long strives, I ran toward the woods. Branches brushed against my skin. The ground blustered my feet even more with glass and cobble wedged in already. The guards made haste behind me. Even cutting down trees in the process. I slipped on dirt and tumbled down a hill. Plants hit my face until I reached the bottom. It took me a while to get on my feet, but I thought best to hide. I scanned around and found a hollow log. I quickly scrambled to it and hid.

"Where did she go?" One guard said.

"This should scare her." I hear a whistle and a few yards away. The dirt sprang from the ground caused by a explosion. I squeeze myself in more to be more careful. I hear footsteps walk away and get quieter and quieter. I let go of a breath a held and crawled out. I went the opposite direction of where I heard the footsteps walk away.

I touch the mysterious tree with cautious fingers. I look up and see a leaf loose grip of a branch. The wind brings in down toward me. I open my hand and leaf fall down. Suddenly, the leaf turns into ice and is knocked away from me into the dirty ground. I scramble to my feet, startled by the freezing of something so quickly. I hear footsteps come toward me. I really wish the sword I once had came back.

A arrow whizzes past me and hits the floor. I run the other way as quick as I could. I'm stopped by a metal snake. The snake hisses at me and slitters toward the owner behind me.

"Hands up!" Says a demanding voice. I turn weakly around and saw not guards. They people who stood before me had dirty clothes on. Looks like it was sowed together. 4 people with the same style held weapons toward me. A guy with brown hair and greenish eyes had a bow that was lighting up like a lightbulb. Also, had light arrows horizontal from the one in the bow. A girl with whitish blondish hair had crystals that she held like daggers. Another guy with fiery red hair and brown eyes had himself two pistols. Ready to fire. Lastly, a guy with silver hair and silver eyes to match held a metal chain that can probably choke me instantly.

"W-who are you?" I said.

"That's none of your concern." The bow and arrow guy yelled.

"We know who you are though." The ice girl started. "Violent Mackmore. The second ruler of America."

I back up slowly. Holding my hands in front of me. How can I explain to them the whole mirror scenario without them believing me. I'm screwed. "Please. I'm not-"

"Guilty? You killed many people. Almost tried to kill us." The bow and arrow guy said.

"We are out for revenge." The chain guy said.

"Wait! Please! Listen. I'm not what you think I am. My name is Violet and I-" The people don't wait for a full explanation. Chains wrap around my body and make me fall to the ground. Guns are placed right on the back at my head. I could tell his hands were on the trigger.

"Hold up. Why isn't she fighting?" The girl says. "Knowing her. Don't you think she would be beating us to a pulp now?"

"Yes! 'Violent' would! I'm not Violent. I'm 'Violet.' Violent is my twin." Well, she's my reflection, but twin works too.

"Wait. Did you go through a mirror?" The gun guy asks me.

"Yes." I admit.

"Ok let her up." The bow and arrow guy says. They hoist me back up and I cringe a little because of my bleeding feet. "We still have out eye on you."

"Thank you." I mange out and seep to the floor. Finally given up at standing.

"Fin, lift her up. Grey keep an eye on her." Says the guy with bow and arrows. The gun guy-who turns out to be Fin- lifts me up with rough hands. Grey the metal guy, keeps watchful eyes on me. I glare at him with eyes that say, 'I said I'm not Violent. Stop looking at me.'

"Where did you find the mirror?" The bow and arrow guy says.

"Long story."

"Good. We have time." He says.

You do, but I don't.

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People screamed and ran all over the place. Markus just walked through the commotion causally as ever with the wine glass in hand. He walked toward Violent's room. Looking at the door. He slowly opened the door and saw the mirror. He grinned like the devil he was as he approached it. He put the wine down by the doorway and headed towards it.

"How empty." He said. He grabbed the mirror with tender fingers. As he turned around and walked out, tipping over the wine in the process. "Let the show go on." He whispered as he headed out.

The wine seeped out of the wine glass and onto the floor. Looking like blood...blood that will soon be shed...

{Hey guys! How do these people know the mirror? What's Markus up to? What will become of our protagonist? I hope you enjoyed this chapter and if you want, you can put who would be awesome to play Violent in the comments. Please leave comments or feedback. Also remember to vote! Happy reading~Moon.}