Writing Prompts

Prompt #1 cont.

"How in the world could you say something like that? Now you are the one making accusations without any true knowledge of the situation! And to add to the subject of knowlage, how in God's name do you know my name? And how dare you address me as so, you underclass scum!" Damien declared with an escalating raging and disoriented tone.

The girl said nothing to him and only gave him a small smile and a faint giggle. This is her game and she knows exactly how all of the pieces should fall into place.

Damien is now slightly shaking and looking around at his surroundings, wondering why this is happening and how it's possible.

The little girl was about to tap his back to get his attention, but before she could even take two steps towards him, he immediately spins around on his heels and looks at her with such bewilderment and anguish, he almost brakes down into tears.

The girl spoke in a honeyed voice, "Mister Damien, I tried to warn you about the truth, but you insisted you could take it, and now look at you; you're on the verge of having a complete mental breakdown! To think I thought you were an upperclassman, you're slowly sinking to the brink of madness; the lowest point anyone can reach."

She was right. Damien realizes his manor and corrects his posture and takes in a deep breath. Once he regaines his composure, for the most part, still confused and afraid, he asks her another question that has been daunting on his mind.

"How did the cars dissapear? Only the owner has the keys, and to get them, you'd have to break into their home, and everyone keeps their doors locked," Damien went on.

"That's a very good question. And I can answer that if you follow me," the girl answers while holding her hand out. Damien takes it hesitantly and walks with the girl down the road and just out of the village.

As they walk, Damien keeps an eye out for anything else strange he would be able to question the girl on. But, to Damion's dismay, there is nothing he could find on his own that struck out to him, other than what the girl had previously stated before.

The girl eventually leads Damien to a grassy hill that scours the village. The pair were standing just at the edge, overlooking the village and how absolutely barren and gloomy the village looks.

The girl sighs, "You see now, Damien. This doesn't look right, does it? It looks... surreal, wouldn't you say?"

Damirn replies timidly, "I suppose so." He then asks with suspicion, "What are you implying?"

"I'm not implying anything. I'm trying to tell you the truth; my truth." She states in a honeyed manner.

"Alright, listen to me," Damien says in a gruff and affirmative voice. "If you don't tell me who the hell you think you are or what game you're playing, I swear on my daughter's life I will end you." Damien points his cane directly on her heart.

She laughs at his attempt of a threat.
"Please, you aren't fooling anyone with your petty threats, especially not me. You cannot even attempt to threaten the girl who has all the cards in her hand," She says with a impish smirk.

He takes the cane off of her chest and straightens his posture again. "So what exactly is 'your' truth, girl? What have you done?" Damien asks
insensately.

The girl grins widely and fire dances in her eyes.

"If it's the truth you want, I have no choice but to show you personally."