It was pitch black, the only thing that I could see were a glowing pair of cat-like eyes. They held a bored, yet curious expression, like a cat who's just eaten but has spotted something shiny.
A lone light bulb hung from the ceiling, swaying to-and-fro in the non-existent wind. The bare concrete floors were cracked and unforgiving to bare feet. The silence was unbearable, it was a pause before a war, the calm before the storm. I felt my throat tighten.
Suddenly there was a high-pitched scream of absolute terror. The lazy expression of the cyan eyes changed back and forth from pain to fear. Finally, the screaming stopped and the expression set to an insane glint in her eyes and a demonic, skin-splitting grin began to creep up her face. Taking small, slow steps to the middle of the room, she began to hum. I could hear the clanking of metal and the screeching of something being sharpened. I couldn't move.
All of a sudden the noise stopped and dead silence took its place. After what seemed like hours there was a click and a dim light filled the room. It held no warmth or comfort, if anything it added to the chill that the off-putting room wore like a cape. The eyes narrowed with disgust at a corner of the room, glaring daggers at an invisible menace.
She quickly spun on her heel and grabbed the weapon she had left on the table.
It was a knife, a beautiful knife. The ebony handle was delicately carved to resemble a crows claw. The blade was a tarnished silver with a pattern of brambles snaking up the centre of the blade as if it was trying to choke the metal. The blade's blood stained tip was curved up viciously, ready to rip someone's organs apart.
The demonic girl giggled childishly and began to creep down the wooden halls of the abandoned house. The discoloured rose wallpaper was peeling off the thin plaster walls and the floor boards were old and splintering and some of them had already collapsed, a major safety hazard. There were holes in the roof and the lichen covered tiles were falling off but the girl didn't care, it was a roof over her head and place to sleep. She skipped outside, into the streets and I was compelled to follow her.
Her white hair glistened in the dreary moonlight curtained in a sheet of clouds. The summer night was drowsy, almost drunk, as the people of the small town were in a deep slumber. She grabbed a rusty pipe and started to drag it against the concrete, making a devastatingly shrill sound that caused dogs to start howling. She hopped and skipped into the middle of town. The young girl let out a deranged chuckle as her Quirk played around with her mind and body like a helpless puppet in the moonlight.
It only got worse because then she started to sing.
"Ring, a ring a Rosie." The demented and possessed voice rang out into the street.
She drags the metal pipe across the ground while marching in a circle.
"The evil thing that knows me," her usually silvery voice was drowning in insanity.
"Ashes, ashes," she began to sing softer but the words still echoed in the empty streets and people began to wake.
"They all fall DOWN!" She bangs the pipe on the ground and let's out a strangled laugh that resonated throughout the streets.
Like rats to the Pied piper, people started to flock towards the centre of town, drawn by her voice.
"Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb" the girl slowly drawled out the words making it sound even more psychotic.
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Revenge- A villian deku story
Fanfiction"What if..." "If only..." "I want a change." These are very well used and bitter phrases in my community, I myself used them far too often From a young age I knew that this world was unfair. Everything was viewed through a black and white lens. Yo...
