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Chapter 1- The Curse Of The Virgin Canvas
The sun rose on Gerard's empty studio in a small English town of Slough. Gerard, or as most know him, The Artist is amous for his drawings. All of his works tell some sort of story, many of horror and death.
As the sun rose on this morning, Gerard rolled over to wake his love, Annabel. On this day though, Annabel's lips have gone cold. The woman he had given his heart, along with the means to shatter it, was dead. He felt empty.
"No," he whispered. "No! This has to be a nightmare!" he yelled, clutching his head in disbelief. The smell of blood was so strong in the room he could barely breathe. His eyes searched the room for her murderer, little did he know he was searching for himself. Unable to find the terrible sinner who had commit the crime, Gerard kissed her lips for the last time and cradled her body close.
As they lay there he begged her to wake him from the horrible nightmare, only recieving more blood dripping from the corners of her lips in response. He didn't care if she lied to him, as long as she told him what he wanted to hear: that she wasn't dead.
With a new wave of vengence The Artist ripped the sheets of himself and his lover before kneeling next to her.
"Sweet revenge, he will pay. My, he will pay, dear," he whispered in Annabel's ear. He stormed through his house with no idea of what to do. He was coming undone. His Annabel was gone! He passed his hall mirror and stared into it. He would never be the same again without his beautiful Annabel.
The memories of the previous night returned. Her struggles. Her screams. "Lord, forgive me," he prayed. With the memories fresh in his mind he heaved at the thoughts.
He stared around. Everything was red. Red with her blood-blood that once ran through her veins.
He looked into the mirror once more and saw a monster. A terrible man that had killed the only one he had ever loved. The mirror never lies. He was a monster.
That was when paranoia set in. The Artist searched the house for whoever knew the tragic transgression that had occured. . .
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The Insanity of The Artist (Alesana/MCR)
FanfictionI am here to tell you a story. A story that will torture your thoughts by day and poison your dreams by night. And though I will do my best there are no words that can be written, nor brush strokes laid on canvas that can describe the stark and utt...
