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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2014 0:56:43 GMT -5
Three minutes to midnight, each beat drifted ever so slowly, away from the river of life.
Amidst the silence, Anna could hear the rhythmic clacking of shoes against the ice-cold pavement, becoming louder with every second. She heard his horrid swan song as he stepped closer toward the crossroad of his demise, to the cul-de-sac of his deflated existence. Playfully, she smirked as Val whispered in her right ear, calling hell to rise, and Anna gripped her wand tightly, raising it near her heart. Instantly, she struck the Imperius Curse as the man walked by, his slouched silhouette only inches away from them. The horrid singing stopped dead. The clacks on the blacktop deadened, too.
Anna stepped out of the darkness and stopped at least a metre away from the standing duck. It felt so nice when he walked towards her, hollow-eyed stare floating in sheer apathy towards his puppeteer, moon-paled face frozen in his artificial bliss. However thrilled she had been up to this moment, they all blanched in comparison to the wings of her soaring exhilaration. Indeed, actions hold much greater intensity than airy words. Perching on her claws, Anna had the man's miseries thrown out of shackles, leaving an untraceable happiness in his wasted mind. She watched as he continued stepping forward, limply, while an overwhelming hatred grew fast within her. Anger, excitement, loathing, all brewed into one clenched mass of terror in her gut, threatening to implode. The white vapour he breathed smelled putrid with helplessness. And she, who despised weakness, could no longer take control of herself. She made him take his shoes off. She made him crawl on the moist, graveled earth. She had become a prisoner of her own hell.
Her knuckles turned white. Her grip tightened around her wand, coiling like a serpent. When he halted at her feet, Anna leaned toward his ear and whispered her little rhyme, "My sweet, darling, toy, tonight we shall play. Uh-uh, do not fight, just sleep, nice and... Tight." There be no more rules, no more hiding, only utter, complete freedom.
At last, she smiled at her sister, waiting eagerly for her evil misguidance. THANK YOU MALIA TATE FROM ADOXOGRAPHY
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2014 21:05:49 GMT -5
Val took in the girl at work as Anna uttered the incantation and controlled the man like her own big toy. She almost envied the girl and how she was experiencing this for the first time.
"Yes, my darling, play... play," she said. "Feel the power to control a pathetic soul and make him do as you please. They'll be more soon, so many more. Think about controlling a group of people... and army, ruling a part of the country that the Dark Lady will bestow upon you for pleasing her and fighting for her. You and your lover boy, ruling side by side."
Val knelt down and placed her hands on Anna's shoulder.
"Tell me, sweetheart, has someone ever angered you and made you feel helpless?" she asked. "Did you want to force them to do something, to punish themselves for wronging you? Imagine this man is one of them. Make him pay for hurting you."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2014 1:23:29 GMT -5
Tortured in her slumber, the child finally embraced holding knives and needles; carving dreamlike figures on fragile skin, piercing through the rhythms of beating hearts.
Anna was not a bad girl. She was far better than fleeting heartaches and innocent troublemakers. Anna was her own worst nightmare, the eternal damnation against which her slender soul had been fighting. Imprisoned in an everlasting dance with her own devil, she sold hers to him long ago. Her conscience swam vainly in her ears, eventually drowned in the spinning deluge of nefarious schemes, screaming amok in her mind. She craved for this. She craved for power, for control, for pain, for fear, for chaos, for beauty, and for so much more. Anna no longer cared about her own little frame, always standing at a height barely noticeable by anyone, her soft voice always straining to be heard from the faceless crowd. She found that along the path to power, hiding was foolish; for if she could command death's door to be opened with a simple stroke of her fingers and tongue, and a tiny sliver of vision from her kaleidoscope of madness; she could have the world sprawled out, crawling at her little feet.
Yes, the nicest thing would happen to her on this forbidden night. Thad had intended for this to come to pass, even if he had not told her so; but Anna knew that he, too, despised weakness and would gladly rid the world of these weaklings. The Dark Lady would, too. Thad had warned her that nothing must hold her back now, his hopes and passions giving fire to her wickedness; and she did not worry, because she could feel her every nerve and fibre raging for this. Why hold back from such enjoyment?
The beautiful words of her sister tempted her passion, her eyes blazing as banked coals over the moonlight dust. She always knew the scariest things to say, and for that, Anna loved her fiercely. Anna brought the crawling man to a place where quietness was thick in the air, so Val and she could revel in his desperate screams searing through the night, with no distractions to interrupt their pleasure. She did not think, for her head was already thundering with evil thoughts; she did as her most primal emotions pleased – to destroy. A dark-winged terror flew agitatedly within her heart, its pinions buffeting frenetically for freedom. Anna did not realise that once she unlatched its confine, it would unleash for ever, and never would she be capable of bringing it to perch for eternity. Little did she know either, that before long, its thorny talons would pierce through her twisted sanity. Yet her emotions were a rainstorm, her own terrible mix of fear and terror, unable to reverse course from her free-fall towards muddied humanity.
"Yes."
His fingers latched onto the ground, her big toy immediately writhed greatly from excruciation; his sallow skin tightening and contorting with pain, horrid voice gurgling and crackling from suffocation; and Anna could nearly sense his agony multiplied as sadism entrenched its claws within her. She grinned sinfully, staring with amusement at her squirming plaything. The more he shrieked-yelled-cried, the more Anna hungered to tweak his insides and throw them about, tear his skin and rip them apart, as flimsy as fabric. He did not even realise what maddened him, wretched little fly on the wall. She wondered briefly about what Val would make of her now, but for the moment she was enraptured in her own dark shadows. As the clear cries carried on blaring through the night, her mirthful laughter briefly filled the surreal landscape with undying terror; until at last silence came, for there was no more voice left in him, and she had to decide whether to keep on playing or to break him at death's door.
"I still want to play," she sulked, perverse anger and hatred still evident in her voice. "But this thing is almost broken. Do you want to finish it off, Val?" Anna smiled, having kept the best for the last, for her big sister to play and relish together. 000 WORDS @cristelle I scared myself THANK YOU MALIA TATE FROM ADOXOGRAPHY
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2014 16:36:09 GMT -5
Val smiled at Anna as the girl punished the man, tormented him. She was so proud of her little sister, so proud of how such a young girl could embrace such wickedness at an early age as she herself had. She watched as the girl focused past anger in such a magnificent, violent way. However, when Anna asked if Val could finish him off, Val shook her head.
"No... you must do it, Anna," she said. "Tonight, you must give in fully to the darkness. Just two simple words. That's all you have to say."
Suddenly, two men walked up and gasped when they saw the look in the victim's eyes. They then looked at the young girl.
"She's... used the Imperius Curse on that man!" said one of them. "And that bloody wench is encouraging her!"
"We'll summon an Auror!" said the other man. The two then turned to run and look for an authority figure when Val looked at Anna.
"I'll take care of them, sweetheart," she said. She then ran and leaped. As she was in the air, she morphed into her black panther form. She landed on the two men and mauled them madly, killing them in under a minute. She then walked over to Anna and sat beside her, her large cat's head turning to look at the girl and then back at the brainwashed victim Anna had referred to as her toy.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2014 11:30:37 GMT -5
No spirit of remorse haunted her eyes. Quite the contrary, they were fierce with hardened pleasure. Anna felt neither pity, nor fear, only pure rage, hatred and the intense, familiar longing for freedom.
Realising the gravity of her path to surrendering, she silently mouthed her pledge to submit to the devil's decree. She had barely raised her wand towards the limp, crouching body when a series of gasps broke the silence; just a few steps away from where she stood. Anna quickly turned toward the shouts of panic. Unwanted interruption raised her wrath; stupid little playthings she did not choose should not be barging into the party. Before she could act, even before she could inhale and exhale, Val told her not to worry because she was going to play by her own. Anna observed smugly as her claws and fangs tore through fragile flesh apart, her slenderness betraying the beautiful horror prowling within the smooth sable coat. Her power flashed evidently in every movement, in every flexed muscle beneath her rosette furs. Eyes gleaming with amazement, she saw how natural murder should become. Not much use in them being alive, anyway; then why waste a good fun? Anna looked at Val when she squared up every stray skin, then sitting down beside her, locking their hooded gaze on each other's eyes; golden sepia on hunter green. Now, the dense silence had returned to the air, and Anna was set on enjoying herself, sweet and slow.
If Hell so willed, Anna would bid the moment to crystallise, frozen through eternity for her own demonic pleasures. She knew what she had to do. She prayed to the lowly devils of Purgatory for the absence of mercy, of daunt, of weakness and for her own brand of sanity to be safely kept. Unconscious from brutal violations, there was the man, barely holding his breath, barely holding up his four-legged posture, about to roll off the cliff of humanity, into the bloody depths of desecration. Anna stepped closer to look at him, kneeling down to have a clearer perspective. Suddenly, with a trail of her wand, Anna cut through his sunken face, invoking nothing but a singular twitch and a tremulous whimper. "Save your breath, little fly, a tad pain will not kill you. But won't you just wish you were dead?" She chuckled as she continued her work, until she was satisfied with the shapelessness of his face. An animal; a werewolf attack, people would simply assume.
Afterwards, it was strictly business.
The clock ticked faster, the air seemed lighter and livelier, spirited by the alarming tension. Within a battering heartbeat, Anna struck, "Avada Kedavra!" and crumbled his crouch into a dead sprawl. She had been so confident, but now she could not find the right words to say. Perhaps it was the lemonade streaming through her system, perhaps the urge to kill had been in her all along. Anna simply thought it so beautiful and enchanting, she whispered to Val without thinking, "How have I not seen this sooner? Such a magnificent feeling, killing someone. Just like tearing soft wings off butterflies. Do you like what I did, sister? Do you like what you see?" Killing was all that she could think of, whenever she would close her eyes, whenever she was all alone. She was as enraptured as she suddenly feared of losing her sanity. Quickly looking away from the plundered corpse, defiled, Anna gazed at Val, lips parted slightly, hinting of the sharp gravity that was beginning to plummet her to hell. "What do we do now, Val?" She would remember this night for life. A thrilling night of harshed horror, a perfect storm preluding her damnation to Azkaban – and worse, Hell. Yet even at the moment, Anna lilted her wicked smile, mind blinded by the realisation of her lusts and his passions.
Past midnight, on February the third, Anna had breathed her first air fifteen years ago; and later, an innocent man breathed his last, murdered by her little hand that trembled with fear. THANK YOU MALIA TATE FROM ADOXOGRAPHY
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2014 9:08:45 GMT -5
(Probably should wrap it up here. We can do Thorn/Nienna again after)
The panther looked on, watching as Anna did the deed. Watching a girl make her first kill was a beautiful thing in the dark witch's eyes. Her panther form changed back to her human one and she embraced Nienna, holding her affectionately almost like a proud mother.
"Brilliant, my darling, brilliant," she said. "You truly belong among us. You belong to Thad and me. Tell him I said I am proud of him as well for picking the perfect girl." Val chuckled and gave Anna a kiss on the cheek. "I believe our work is done for the night, and since it is... would you like to go back and try something a bit stronger than lemonade? You made your first kill... may as well enjoy it with your first drink." Val then rose and offered her hand to Anna. "Come, my dark angel."
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