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Chapter One
Part One of Two

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I rested my head on the window pane, looking out into the rainy night. Little water droplets flew from the clouds and crashed onto the ground, breaking up into hundreds of pieces. The sun had just set, although you can still see the pink and orange mixing like paint in the black sky. A scenery this beautiful can only last for a moment. Just as I had seen it, the midnight sky engulfed the pink and orange and took control of the stormy sky.

I traced my fingers to the water on my window. When the droplets merged with others, and slid to the bottom of my window, I traced the steady fall until it completely vanished. When I was little I would like to think that when it rained, the Angels started to cry. When it stormed, the Gods were enraged. That was until first grade. At times, you would still catch me thinking about it though.

"Ronnie! Dinner's ready!" My mother called from the bottom of the stairs.

I could already hear my pesky brothers' foot steps as he ran from his room, down the stairs and into the dining room.

I let out a cold sigh and looked up from the window, black hair fell in my face and I pushed it back, running a frustrated hand through my locks. I never really left my room, unless it was to shower or leave for school, since my father had died. He was my world, my life. I had looked up to that man since my mother had left us alone when she decided to cheat on him while he was at work! Everything he did for her and thats how she repays him!

I slammed my black painted fingernailed fist against my creme colored walls. I gritted my teeth through my clenched jaw. Spitting cruel and hurtful words out unto deaf ears.

Even to this day my mother sickens me. My father never did a thing to her but loved her passionately. He didn't yell at her, or beat her, or treat her like she was nothing. He acted as if she were his queen. Sending her a full vase of flowers to her work. Bringing her presents everytime he had a little extra money. Giving her everything she needed! While she was on top of some other guy in some other house that wasn't her own.

I tried not to trash and break everything in my room again. My mother was sick of replacing things for me that I had broken over anger. It doesn't really matter to her now. When my father perished, she recieved all the money he had put under her name in his will. Thousands of dollars. After everything she did, my father still reigned on her like she was his life.

Now that hes gone, I just don't see why she even sticks around. She doesn't care for me and my brother, Jacob. She never really bothered with us. Not until she got the money. Then its like shes Mother of the World.

Its like shes the evil step-mother I never had.​

Chapter One
Part Two of Two
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I dragged myself dowstairs and let out a soft sigh.

"Finally you get your lazy butt of out bed." My mother said in a stern voice. Obviously to be funny.

I looked at her and smiled sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

Its not that I was just being a jerk just to be a jerk. At times, my mother was really a good person to be with, but when she had already ruined my day this morning before I went to school, she just got checked off my mental list for people who I actually want to talk to. Although that list is always short. Maybe I'm just too strict on what I expect from people. I have a right to do that. Its my decision who I want to communicate with, and I have all the right to be strict.

I sat at our small, round kitchen table. I looked down at the steaming hot hamburger on my plate. I scrunched my nose and gently pushed it away, choosing my side salad instead.

"Ronnie, eat your hamburger." My mother barked, taking a fork and knife and cut into her cheeseburger.

"No thank you. I'm good with just a salad." I chimed with a spark of an attitude.

"Veronica, you are not wasting this meal!" A stern tone made me realize that she was serious.

"Karen, I said 'No thank you'."​ Clenching my jaw, I glared up at her through my black bangs.

My mother slammed her silver-ware on the table and stood up. "Veronica Ezabelle Darks! I will not tolerate that language and tone!"

"Well excuse me that you weren't there to raise me!" I hollared back, standing and bending over the table to get into her face. "Its not my fault that you neglected to be there for me or Jacob!"

"I still thought about you guys all the time!"

"Yea?" I smiled tauntingly. "I bet we didn't cross your mind when you were riding some other guy."

My mother looked at me through enraged brown eyes. I felt a sudden sting on my right cheek.

I looked up at my mother and angered and hurt tears almost trickled down my icy-cold, blue eyes. I put a hand on my cheek.

She hit me. For the first time in my life, my mother actually hit me. For the first time of my existence I was struck by a hand. I looked down and clenched my fists on the tables edge. I cussed and pushed the table over.

I ran up stairs, slammed my doors and locked it. 'Dad,' I whimpered. 'I miss you.'

I curled up in my Jack Skellington blanket, and for the first time, I actually cried.​

The blond haired female ran as fast as she could on the cemented path. Her heart was beating and her tears were streaming. She gave out a yelp and felt a strong pain in her left hip. The female glanced down and shrieked out into the cool breeze night. Red liquid formed in to the caresses of her palm. She glanced back and the person who was chasing her, was gone. The female let out a gasping breath and went to run forward, crashing into her unfortunate fate.
The female fell back onto the path and let out a blood-curdling scream as the knife punctured her cold porclein skin. She tried to scream out for help, but the only thing that escaped her red stained lips were slow breaths of near death.
Just an hour ago, I was having the time of my life with my boyfriend. We laughed so hard that we started to cry.
Just an hour ago, the love of my life and presented me to a beautiful promise ring. A promise that he would marry me once we graduated in the spring.
Just an hour ago. . . . I was alive.
As the female looked up into the star filled sky and the glistening full moon, tears began to fall and crashed against the painted cement. Her murderer looked at the girl with satisfaction and looked into her eyes. The female looked into her killers, and for a moment she knew, but before she could say anything, she was engulfed by eternal darkness.
The killer walked away casually, not a single drop of crimson on its body, or clothes. The character walked back over the other five unconsious victims that would soon slaughter and let its body fall next to the cotten candy machine. Since the killer knocked them all out just a few minutes ago, because they had tried to escape the Death Carnival this character created, they won't know who was left consious.
The killer calmed his breath and remained as still as a statue and waited for the others to come alive.
This time, the character will have fun with its victims. Lure them into places and then rip their soul out of their mortal bodies. The killer grimaced and weakly rested his head against the machine.