Adrian dreamt about his angel. It didn’t look like it did when he drew her though. Her hair was singed and looked more like flames, fiery orange and wavy like a wildfire. Her armour had been changed to a delicate dress, the short sleeves blackened. Her weapon of choice was gone and replaced by a carving knife the length of her forearm, holding onto it tightly. Her horns still stuck out from the top of her head. The main thing that made Adrian certain it was his angel was her wicked smile, but her eyes had changed. They were colourless. There was a pale sunset-type glow all around but there was no sun and ash rained down around them silently, landing in Adrian’s Black hair. The two of them stood face to face but were separated by a few paces, enough to be able to just hold hands if both held out their arms. She towered over Adrian, or maybe it was just her bat wings that made it seem so. “Why are you here?” He asked.
“Shouldn’t you be asking why ‘we’re’ here?”
“It doesn’t matter what happens to me anymore.”
“That may be so, but you should enjoy yourself.” Adrian just stared back at her. She raised the hand she had the knife in to her left arm and sliced through her flesh until it hit bone. Her face kept her smile. “I’ll tell you something Addy; this is so much more satisfying when you do it to someone else…” Her blood seeped out of the wound down her arm onto her no longer white dress. The scent of blood infiltrated Adrian’s nose and he felt a smile creep across his face. “We can have so much fun.” She handed her knife to Adrian, blade-first and he grabbed onto it, his fingers bleeding. Adrian and his angel’s blood both pooled onto the ground and they mixed together with every drop from the blade.
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Addy the Killer
Teen FictionYou've all heard horror stories from the victim's point of view but what about the killers themselves? A story of a misunderstood boy pressured into killing. Adrian always had trouble with bulling and right up until the very end he struggled.
