Yes. Sorta a Phantom of the Opera parody thing... But BETTER! Lol jk... ;n; ------- Who am I. What is this? Drops of blood from my cut finger? I feel pain. I feel sadness. He had left me. What is this sorrow? Why can I feel grief? ... Who was he? What is there left to my pathetic life? Nothing. 'He's gone.' Gone. 'Both of them.' Both. 'They completed me.' Complete. 'Two halves of one soul.' Soul. 'They're dead.' Dead. 'I've lost it.' Lost. 'Love, is what you humans call it.' Love. 'He called it Lust and Manipulation.' Lust. 'He called it Love and Life.' Life. 'I'm nothing.' With those words, the lady with the black dress, stepped off the stool, her life, coming to an end. Words... ------- Prolouge to a dramatic story. >.> THIS MUST BE COMPLETED! Farm me if I stop this. Please!!!
XD thank you guys! I'm hoomed on this and yes. FARM. --------- "... Papa. Where are we going?" The young girl pulled on her father's black robes, hoping he'd listen and pay attention to his only daughter. "Not now, child!" Her father pulled her next to him, shielding her from the evil that roams the village. "Don't say. Anything..." The young girl nodded and dug her face into the soft dark fabric. Her father held a torch, the villagers behind him as well. "BEGONE! FOUL DEMON!" There was a hiss in the forest the mob was marching into, a loud hiss followed by screaming and shrieking. The angry mob stepped back a little but that one man stepped forward. "You shall not terrorize this village no more!" There was silence. Awkward silence. "... dad?" Then... There was nothing. Flashes of red and white light fought each other, screams and laughter were heard. The young girl grabbed her father's limp figure, screaming out his name. "Papa!" The girl was crying, her brunette curls covering her face. The screaming stopped. The girl turned around to look at the damage caused, and saw nothing. There were only dead bodies sprawled on the dry grass, blood staining the gray. The girl turned and looked at her dad and screamed. She dropped the old man and collapsed on the floor, grabbing her head and screaming louder and louder each time. -------- "Claire?" ------ Yes it was a flashback. Don't kill me.