I flow wherever the wind takes me
Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2018 1:48 am
((Continued from Who Can Say What the Day Will Bring?))
There was a loud crashing sound as a figure entered the now broken window of the green house. The figure moved quickly and quietly, attempting to not draw any attention to herself, just incase anyone was outside. She made her way to the house's bedrooms and searched through the draws. Nothing. The draws had all been emptied of any semblance of clothing. She cursed to herself. She knew green wasn't her color today.
The figure of G#25, Mariavel Varella, scoffed at the thought. How dare they? They expect her to be able to sneak around in this? Green isn't a sneaky color. She sighed and made her way down the stairs when something crossed her line of vision. A baseball bat. How ironic. She's just murdered the girl whose father she murdered with a baseball bat similar to that one. She felt bad. The girl didn't deserve that. She should've at least given her a quick death. It can't be helped though. She sighed again and sat on one of the couches in the house's living room. She took the knife from her pocket and examined it.
"Very nice. I guess that's one thing good that came out of her death. This kickass weapon." She laughed at her own hypocrisy. One minute cursing herself for the murder sand the next praising herself. Hilarious. She needed to REALLY fix her head on straight one of these days.
There was a loud crashing sound as a figure entered the now broken window of the green house. The figure moved quickly and quietly, attempting to not draw any attention to herself, just incase anyone was outside. She made her way to the house's bedrooms and searched through the draws. Nothing. The draws had all been emptied of any semblance of clothing. She cursed to herself. She knew green wasn't her color today.
The figure of G#25, Mariavel Varella, scoffed at the thought. How dare they? They expect her to be able to sneak around in this? Green isn't a sneaky color. She sighed and made her way down the stairs when something crossed her line of vision. A baseball bat. How ironic. She's just murdered the girl whose father she murdered with a baseball bat similar to that one. She felt bad. The girl didn't deserve that. She should've at least given her a quick death. It can't be helped though. She sighed again and sat on one of the couches in the house's living room. She took the knife from her pocket and examined it.
"Very nice. I guess that's one thing good that came out of her death. This kickass weapon." She laughed at her own hypocrisy. One minute cursing herself for the murder sand the next praising herself. Hilarious. She needed to REALLY fix her head on straight one of these days.