A Pierce to The Heart

A Pierce to The Heart

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Please read this give it a chance I promise fantasy lovers will not be turned down. The beginning is a little slow but it gets better, I'll keep writing if people like it. I've already got a lot finished I just don't know if I should post it. The sharp iron head of the arrow was cold, but not as cold as the chill coming in from the open window. It pierced my skin leaving a cut with a drop of blood running down my face. My crimson blood matched the drapes of the window perfectly. I like them more now that they're red, it's better than the blue in the day room. I blinked as I looked at my step-mother, Elaine. She wore that wicked grin upon her face that I loved so much. I smiled at her knowing she meant to mark up my face just to prove how good she was. I relaxed my body and turned around to retrieve the arrow she had fired from Lucifer, her bow, wiping the blood off my face.
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"Kill..." the low whispering voice trailed off into my head. I don't think the strange whispering voice came from anyone in the room. It was too loud; too abnormel; too deadly. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down my back making me scream and cry out for someone, something, anything. I want to be alone, somwhere dark, somewhere safe. My eyes open to see a woman cradling me in her arms. A man with red eyes, tan skin, and blonde hair starred at me. His eyes sunk into my head making me wince. The woman is natuarlly warm and comfortable, but her face is stained with tears mixed with blood on her, once beautiful, face. She smeared some of the blood onto my puffy cheeks with a warm beaten and calloused hand. "You're gonna be okay," she assured me. More tears fell from her eyes. I looked closer into her grayish, I think, eyes. They had evil tucked beneath fear in them. I don't know what she means, yet her words mean the world to me at this very moment: 4 minutes ago, I was born.

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