Heart Carver

Interested

The room was as dark as death and no speck of light was to be witnessed. The interior was richly decorated. The walls were pitch black and it was so silent you could practically hear your heart beat.

Among the darkness, came the ear piercing sound of a knife being sharpened. Then, a gut wrenching scream and sinister laugh.

There were painful moans and cries for help. Someone was having trouble with breathing. Then there was a shriek. A child's.

"Please stop. I want mooooommmmyyy."

Slow painful sobs were heard and pitiful screams echoed through the dark halls.

Then, the noise of something breaking. Something strong and rigid. The breaking of bones.

The screams and cries for help increased and so did the noise of breaking bones. After a while, it stopped.

Their was a sound of a knife slitting open the flesh and a man grabbed out the child's heart. The dead child's heart.

He smirked triumphantly and stabbed the heart multiple times. He then took a dagger and split it in half. After engraving two letters on either side of the heart, the man threw it away.

He sat on a black jewelled table with a similar arm chair. His eyes were as cold as ice and as emotionless as a robot's.

He took out a picture from his pocket and carefully examined it.

It was the picture of a girl. She had blooming white skin and a wealth of flowing blond hair that ended near her elbows. Her hair were swept to one side. Her eyes were ocean blue. They were like a flowing river, warm and filled with emotion and they were lit up with joy. Her smooth pink lips stretched into a graceful smile. She wore a plain white shirt with a pretty pink skirt and had a bag. Her pastel pink shoes complimented her crystal pink earring. Her cheeks were full of colour.

She looked as free as a bird who flies with the wind and as happy as a clam.

"Mae Lisa," he spoke in a low dangerous voice.

Her life was perfect. Adoring parents who always looked out for her and were always trying to keep her happy. Friends that supported her through thick and thin and always stood up for her. And also an admirer, who was always worried for her, following her everywhere like an eager puppy following his master. Doing everything in his power just to see her smile.

He had heard this about her before and now when he had earlier bumped into her, noticed it too.

Her aura was sweet and euphoric. As though there was absolutely nothing in the world that could harm her or take the great treasure of her glee from her. She was as innocent as a butterfly.

But butterflies were also easily scared and vulnerable. Cowards who flew away as soon as they noticed someone coming towards them. Same was the case with her.

His grip on the picture tightened and he smirked. His eyes grew colder and menacing. His aura was as dark as a tunnel that had never seen daylight.

He let the picture slip through his fingers and land on the table.

He walked away slowly and took out a dagger from a crystal box, fingers caressing  the blade and he threw it towards the picture with such agility and accuracy that the blade pierced through the paper and went deep in the table, attaching the picture to it.

His steely grey eyes held viciousness and darkness.

"What an interesting little butterfly," he whispered in a hair raising tone.

"I'm interested."

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