Crimson

The clouds inked on the canvas of the clear sky. Plundering down, the rain fell like jagged spears; unable to endure the buffeting of the winds, the black crows took refuge on the peak of the neglected church.

I creaked open the tarnished gate that held on to its hinges lifelessly. The dilapidated and derelict church was an abyss of darkness. Ambiguity and wickedness lingered in the air like the stench of foul cigarettes.
Reluctantly, I took a small step and my soul shrieked for light, heat or anything comforting. The deafening screech of the crows echoing had petrified and alarmed me. Hastily, I trotted to the entrance.
The cross inscripted handle sat loose on the colossal doors that led to much more deceitfulness.
Groaning in agony, the door moaned open.
Cobwebs sprayed in every corner and dust choked the air. As I walk through the door, a timid figure stands in the hallway. Its lips shape words that I cannot hear. Steadily, I walk forward so that I am able to distinguish the figure to be a girl.
Her clothes are soaked in a crimson coloured substance. She wears a black pleated skirt and a red face mask; her eyes are a luminous red. Softly she mutters:
"Good evening, Doctor Watson", "You seem to have followed me here "
"Y-Yes I was worried about you, just don't do that again. Ok?"
"Of course that was very immature of me"
As she says this, she opens her bag with a skull imprinted on it. She takes out an object and swiftly puts it in her pocket.
Leisurely, she stands up and walks to me.
Viciously, thunder claps and rain taps dismally on the windows.
"Don't be scared, come here!"
Inviting me to hug, I reluctantly walked forward.
She put her hand behind me and fiddles in her pockets.
"Why?!" I gasp
"You were a malicious being and just because you were my creator that doesn't mean I'm subservient to you! You treated me like dirt"
Before I could reply, I fell to the cold, hard ground.