Snow

two.

she was twisted and malevolent. her eyes mirrored his reflection, he saw much of him in all of her. yet there was a part of the girl in the white dress that was pure and innocent. he was thirsty for something fresh and good. he decided he wanted to corrupt that part of her, becoming close and then squishing her heart like a flower underneath the shoes. it was exciting, knowing he will snuff out the rest of the light, it kept him awake and alive. you could say it was his purpose.

backing away from the girl stained in red, he hid behind the trees and fled. he had to start getting ready. he had no plans and had no clue how to approach her. originally, he saw the girl stumble into the woods dazed, he thought she was drunk or sick. he went to help, not thinking that this girl would be his next victim. but then he saw her kill the beautiful fawn. something so innocent and so vulnerable could not be killed for no reason. he was intrigued, and decided this women was his target.

he soon entered his house, the white wicket one on top of the cliff. opening the door, his hand shook. oh dear, it must be time. he thought.

it was like this everyday. at noon, exactly, his hand would start to shake, and if he did nothing, he would become cold and bedridden, then if he did not fix it by then, he would collapse into a pile of mud and mush. the fix was simple, really. an old cigar stuffed with heroin and ecstasy. you could say he was an addict, but that would be comparing a bunny to a giant. you see, this man was so much more than a simple addict. he needed the substance to live.

he grabbed a cigar and headed out into his white porch onlooking the ocean. it was his palace, and he was the prince of this kingdom. he sat in his chair like he owned the world, and the cigar as his staff. for his crown, he owned a gold crown, yes a crown. he wore it frequently when he was alone. the boy liked to think of himself as royalty.

but he pouted his lips, something was missing. oh dear. he thought, but where is my queen?