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It's not death it's art

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Well what can you expect from an artist also born of blood? She was too young to remember much of anything that happened to them she was barely 6 months old but at least she was protected. Kept with her big brother. The only thing she has this memory of in the back of her mind is red everywhere and it was beautiful not in the same way her brothers think of it but more like an artist. She does photography for the police too. She teaches art to kids she helps her brother with his killings. Not in the way you think though. She's the only person that really understands him. She never saw him as a monster or something evil. Normal serial killers they're said to not have emotions or feelings but she knows that he loves her and that he's grateful for me. Dad never knew they kept it hidden well enough somehow that he never found out she knew the truth and their sister  never knew either. This will just be their little secret and hope they don't ever get caught.

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You'll always be mine. by ErynDixon

I had never seen a monster before, I had this misconception about how it would be. I thought for sure it would be dripping fangs and sharpened claws so to speak. I thought it should at least be easy to tell, that something so evil, so black would leave a mark. Some indication of the stained soul beneath, that if all was fair you should at least be able to tell, feel the evil coming off them. Oh how very wrong this foolish notion was and how unfortunate for me that the very first monster I would ever see would be so horribly beautiful. You would never know from that face, those gentle eyes, the soft spoken politeness. How could I have known that I had just said hello to the angel from my nightmares.

Red Discord by DumplingSoup

Dark whispers. "You created a monster." Hidden secrets. "I killed him once." An evil intensive. "Come children. Let's have - a party..." Since childhood, Kassy Mitchel has always been a rich princess, living an almost perfect life. She has a kind husband, cute daughter, and wonderful family that would be the envy of anyone. But Kassy holds a dark secret she never told anyone before, and now that secret is out to haunt her, or, rather, kill her as it interrupts her child's birthday party. She and her brother, James Barren, must fight to survive the deadly threat that isn't bothered to have to resort to playing mind games to get what it wants or following them to the world's end. James and Kassy find out that life isn't all about parties and there are dark secrets hidden in plain sight. The normal life they thought they had just took a three-hundred and sixty degree turn around as not even the house they grew up in is safe anymore. Now nothing is what it once seemed and even their mother is against them this roll of the dice. Secrets never stay quiet forever and revenge is best served... sweet. Let's hope you're not scared of clowns too much now as we paint the town red. "They're all scary with their big, red noses... and red...” A novel made for NaNoWriMo 2012.

Not His Girl by suzana2220

I stroke her hair and whisper "cry and let it all out, don't bottle it up." As these words leave my mouth I can feel her body start shaking, seconds later she is crying. Clutching my shirt and crying like the whole universe is coming to an end, like her world has toppled down. She is in pain, and her pain is damn deep. But before anything else happens, she backs away, leaving my body cold and in need for her. She wipes her tears with the back of her hand and speaks, the letters heavy on her throat "I don't need you, I hate you." Her words stab me a hundred times, I wish I had died before hearing these words come out of her mouth. It is like getting run over by a truck but worse. Like getting hit with a lightning but worse. She walks away from me, and goes looking for Doruk. I watch as she finds him and leads him to the car. I don't just stop here, I move. I go toward my car and follow them. There is no going back. She'll be mine. (Sequel to In My Blood)

Insanity Stains Red by theauntyapple

A young girl (Red), is raised in a cult environment that performs human sacrifice as a part of their rituals. Red is physically, verbally and sexually abused by her father and his followers. She develops Stockholm's syndrome, but some part of her still knows that it is wrong. Red protects the other girls - victims of the cult, who subsequently hate her, thinking she is just another one of their tormentors. Until one day something goes wrong, and with Red's subtle prompting, the police find out about the abhorrent acts being done in the name of religion. And that's when things really get interesting... Forced to pretend to be normal in a world as strange to her as fluorescent converse, Red must rely on her inner voices to determine what is right or wrong. But how can one be in balance in the world when she is told that everything she has ever known or been a part of was an act against God? What is there left for a young serial killer to believe in, if not the blood of sacrifice?

Damaged by Bloodbathpsycho

Skye was just an ordinary human. One with an unfortunate life. Her mother was killed in an armed robbery when she was barely a year old. Her father turned to alcohol and smoking to hide his pain. As the years went he began to abuse her and was eventually murdered as well by a burgler. She was sent to Wammy's House. As the only girl there, it was hard for her but she made a few friends and was very close with another boy. She stood out easily because of her white hair and small figure but it was mostly her eyes. She wasn't born with her white hair, it turned white from the torture and stress her father put her through. Her eyes were different. She was born with large, blood red eyes. Of course no one knew that she hadn't been born with white hair, not even the boy she was basically dating, except a boy little older than her named Lawliet. He was like a brother to her. Lawliet was given a caretaker named Watari and Skye, one named Yamato. She lived her life as normal as she could and climbed the ranks as a detective; even surpassing L, though she didn't know who he actually was. As it's well knows, shinigami liked to gamble to entertain themselves. The king himself gambled his own life and power on her and a few years before she went into Wammy's. The king bet his that she wouldn't risk her life to save a stranger and used his death note to put her in a situation that she could save a child's life by risking her own or continue walking and not give them a second glance. She saved the child and gained his death note, the shinigami eyes, healing and self-healing, the power to bring back to dead, and knowing whenever someone has been killed using a death note. She had not to try draw attention to herself, since others couldn't see the shinigami she talked to. As the shinigami queen it was hard to be normal. She traveled for cases and decided to dye her hair inky purple when she was in America. She returned to Japan to go to school and observe the Kira case.

She is Fatal to Death (Standalone Story) by writeraliciagonzalez

She's dead by the third chapter. Okay, it's a bit more complicated than that. Okay, it's A LOT more complicated than that. Renata wants nothing more than to pay her bills through her mildly boring office job and figure out whether she is still in love with her best friend. The latter half of that desire is just a sneak peak into her messy life-and it's only getting messier. Considering the paranormal world she is about to dive head first into, she will come to realize that figuring out her heart may just be the easiest part of this journey. Well, the endless supply of supernatural hotness in this story may beg to differ-but that's besides the point. Either way, it's gonna be a killer time ;) EXCERPT Chicken tacos it is. Right as Renata grabbed the ingredients, she turned to put them next to the stove, where a clean, plastic cutting board awaited. But as she moved, she was confronted by a stranger, an intruder, standing mere inches from her. Before she could scream, he was on her, slamming her against the fridge. Her back flashed with sharp pain. Her eyes pricked with fear as she drank in his uncovered face. Deeply tanned skin. Ruby red eyes-ruby red eyes? Thick, slashing eyebrows. Flat, broad nose. Buzzcut. Handsome. That was as far as she would go in complimenting him considering this guy held a knife to her throat. When he spoke, his voice came out like thunder. It held a thousand threats and a thousand secrets. It held promise of pain if provoked. "If you scream," he warned, mouth pulled in a slight snarl, "this ends quickly." She didn't dare nod against the blade. He noticed and amusement lit up for just a second in those devilish eyes. Oh, whoever the fuck this was, she already hated him. Considering her predicament, panic was the most prominent emotion coursing through her at the moment. "Good." He removed his hand "Now you're going to answer my questions." °°MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT OF ALL KINDS, AND I MEAN ALL KINDS°

Hate to Love me by gallxr444

She had been alone with me before but the air in the car was excruciatingly lovely. It felt like home. It was as if she was my wife and I was just driving us home after a long day. At the same time, it felt like I couldn't breathe. For fucks sake, my chest was sweating, but I loved it. I glanced at her as she was leaning her head on the window, her dark ponytail sprawled over her chest. She looked so daunting and elegant it made my heart clench. Sometimes, when I looked really hard and noticed everything I didn't get the chance to in all of the nine years I've known her before she disappeared, it made me feel like a high school boy again. That feeling of happiness when I was with her. Or even just the thought of her. Fuck. I grabbed a cigarette from out of one the cup holders and lit it up, trying to distract myself from her. I inhaled, but when I turned to look at Selene she was covering her nose with her shirt. I furrowed my brows and scowled. Did I smell? "What's wrong?" I softly asked. She glanced at me and shook her head gently, dismissing me. I clenched my jaw. When I pulled my hand up to inhale another smoke, it finally clicked. I quickly threw it out the window and turned the AC on, rolling our windows up. I felt her stare on the side of my face and gulped, trying my fucking best not to smile. "Why did you do that?" She asked me, her voice low. Almost sounding like she was whispering. I quickly shot her a glance before answering. "You have asthma." Her gaze darkened. It was so quiet I could hear her heart beating rapidly while we stared at each other. I couldn't help but want to reach up and kiss her, and hold her like she deserved. She swallowed her saliva and looked away, a smile starting to form on the corners of her lips. I chuckled, already knowing I couldn't escape her now. I wouldn't be able to. It'd be like not having oxygen. And so help me, God, if I didn't have my oxygen.

Xalune - Echoes from the past by MavAmant

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The experiment. by shrosz

They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

Can't Buy Me Love by srscrapper

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You'll always be mine.

I had never seen a monster before, I had this misconception about how it would be. I thought for sure it would be dripping fangs and sharpened claws so to speak. I thought it should at least be easy to tell, that something so evil, so black would leave a mark. Some indication of the stained soul beneath, that if all was fair you should at least be able to tell, feel the evil coming off them. Oh how very wrong this foolish notion was and how unfortunate for me that the very first monster I would ever see would be so horribly beautiful. You would never know from that face, those gentle eyes, the soft spoken politeness. How could I have known that I had just said hello to the angel from my nightmares.