'I stared down at the broken, mangled bodies before me. I gasped for breath and fought back the tears threatening to spill. The only thought running through my mind was the question on what I had done. I killed them. I killed those innocent people. A choked sob escaped as I looked over at the corner of the chamber. There, curled up in a ball, was the curly haired boy I had captured before, his green eyes staring at me in fear.
I had to end the boy before he could tell of the horrible things that had happened. The thought of it caused a sob to escape my lips, I picked up my machete and walked over to him. He whimpered and tried to stay as far from me as he could, still holding my gaze.
I raised the blade over my head, aiming it. A sob escaped my lips.
"I'm sorry," I whisper before letting the machete swing.'
Adelicia seems like a normal girl. She has friends, she has an adoring family, she even has a loving boyfriend. What they don't know is that Adelicia has a very disturbing side to her. A side that she can't control.
She may be a serial killer, and no one knows but her. A simple flame ignited her passion for killing and torture, but one curly haired boy might be the one to put out the fire.
Just a simple prisoner chained up in her life might be able to bring Adelicia back to the way she used to be. But even if he does, she still committed all those crimes. Will the prisoner be able to save Adelicia and, better yet, himself? Or will he end up like all the others who encountered her under such horrible circumstances?
Mask on... No identity.
"Who are you?" I asked after the enchanting dance we just had.
"You'll never know" he said.
It was a party where everyone was masked. But there was something about this one person. Something enchanting , something magical, something intense, something that made her want to see him again.
The way he held her close. The way they both moved in sync to the music. The way his eyes never left hers. The way her heart speed picked up every time he was around. The way she was nervous and couldn't help but look at him.
But he wasn't all that different from her. . She was abused, so was he. She had nightmares, So did he. He was darkness, she was the same. His past was evil, hers was filled with cries. The things he did were unspeakable and unforgettable. She was innocent, he was not. He wasn't good for her. She tried to make peace, he was war. She wasn't feeling, he was DEAD.
As she left the party she looked back at him one more time. "Will we see each other again?" she asked. "Certainly" he said kissing her knuckles before he disappeared into the night.
She thought she would have never seen him again but then.
"Your back" she said. "Yes I am" he said. "But your not yourself" she said. "I'm a monster" he said before he attacked her.
"I want to know who you really are" she said. "If you knew you would run" he said.
"Shhh.. Just one more" he said as he kissed her lips and was so wrapped up with the innocence present in her eyes. "Hold me" she said looking deep into his eyes. "Don't leave me" she said. "I can't stay" he said.
"Why are you leaving?" she asked crying. "Don't worry we'll meet again" he said and walked down the lonely dark halls. "BYE" she whispered.