Twisted Hopus Story

You Can Take This as My Invitation

I smirked as I stalked through the pristine grounds of the castle, blood sliding gently down my arm, stitches extending my lips into a wicked grin. The guards stared at me in shock, looked at each other, then stood strong, their faces set and dangerous. I almost laughed aloud.

"Hellooo~. . . I believe I have a party to get to!" I sang wickedly, a tinge of my psychotic accent peeking through. I grinned at the ecstasy of what the night held in store for me.

The looks of shock amplified, and they stood stronger, holding their weapons out.

"I'd like to see an invitation, please." A sweet smile passed my lips and I nodded calmly, reaching behind me. My hands wrapped around what I had been looking for, the cold blade digging into my slender hand, metal teeth biting down and drawing blood. Hmm. Should've grabbed the handle then. . .

I drew it out slowly, the new blood from my palm dripping down my wrist. They looked at each other in shock, stepping back slightly, I grinned wickedly, placing my hand gently on the guard's lefts shoulder, tilting my head to the side in mock innocence.

"Do you want to find out. . . what happens. . . when people. . . annoy me?" I asked slowly, my smirk slowly fading. His eyes were wide in fear as I slowly brought his arm forward, tugging the sleeve back slowly.

"Well. . . since you don't seem to have an answer- I'm going to have to show you!" I slammed the knife into his arm, carving delicately yet brutally as I dug into his flesh, slicing out the dark blue veins in his arm. The other guard just stood in horror- that shows the quality of protection here, really.

I pulled out a needle from my wrist skillfully and smoothly, the way in which a butcher may select a knife for slaughter, yet with a more delicate air to it. I brought up his face, so that his eyes were in line with my own, and gave him one last wicked grin, before slamming the needle straight into his eyes, then plucking another quickly, straight into his other eye. The knife plunged into his throat smoothly, hot blood pouring from his neck, vocal chords sliding out onto the pristine white floor at his feet.

I slid my hand into his mouth, reaching up into his throat, hands wrapping around his still warm tongue, before pulling it out. I turned to the other man and smirked as he shook visibly, staring at me with wide eyes. I dropped the bloody man's body to the floor, his blood pooling and spreading easily on the smooth ground.

I grinned wickedly, throwing the bloody tongue straight into the other guard's face.

"Take this as my invitation." I said sweetly, stalking through the doors as he wretched at the tongue and the sight of his friend on the ground.

Only one more hour till midnight. . .