The girl twisted and Cried in pain as the pure Evil Shils (charrie) used his rusted and bent blade to cut through her fine skin, the blood trickled down his hands all he could was smirk and Continue cutting as his master instructed, even though his thoughts clawed at his mind "no don’t do it, she is innocent" the girl cried as her muscle began to show on her calf "STOP STOP PLEASE" she cried blood because of the many bashes she received earlier....
42 hours earlier…. 2:00 Friday the 13th
“Mike Ambrose junior, I have a distaste for that kind of stuffs” Claire the young teenage student dating her college Teacher said as she swatted his hand from her leg during their Holidays, they both decided to spend time together away for peering eyes at a isolated hut in the forest, they both drove up to the cottage excitement Flourishing in her eyes, But Mike had one thing on his mind…
Claire pushed Mikes hand away again for the 4th time as they drove upon the small retreat, the only thing that surrounded them was trees and Grass, a little sign above the gate swung back and forth has they drove underneath it, It said: Enchanted Cottage and in tiny little red letters on the back said: Little Cottage Of Massacre. Some of the letters seem to drip as if they were newly painted but was it paint... Of course not this story is written me, Its Blood. Claire and Mike were completely oblivious to these words as they cannot be seen unless you knew they were there.
The ½ young couple climbed out into the clearing, Mike walked over and lovingly placed his hands around Claire’s waist inching his hands lower and lower, Claire scowled and looked back at him, they kissed “isn’t it beautiful” Claire said looking back at the cottage “I mean you cant get any more tranquil” “your right, lets take our stuff inside” Mike said as he opened the boot “Arghh” he shouted, Claire ran over and Screamed, she gasped and fell into Mike “how did that get in there?” she said panicked.
A headless Raccoon with its spine hanging loose from its fur, maimed and Mangled lay in their trunk over their luggage everything was soaked in its blood. Claire walked away and gagged, she came back and went to close the passenger door when she found the head of the Raccoon, its eyes bulging at her, veins from its neck sprawled across the seat and stitched amongst the threads of the material. Claire leapt back falling over and sprawled across the ground, when a rather tall man dragged her further off, his hat smothered her face.
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Buffy Summers
Angel Inc Life or Death, But Which Is Which?
