Chapter 1

PROLOGUE

 

DEAD, LIFELESS BODIES WERE SCATTERED ACROSS THE MARBLE FLOOR. BLOOD SMEARED AND stained onto the walls. Faces revealed the horror etched upon them, moments before their timely death. Their eyes filled with terror and fright. Their bones twisted and strewed across the floor, forming unnatural sculptures. While other body pieces have been ripped apart, with bits and pieces found strewed around the building. The once regal chandelier, now holding the fright-stricken heads; had ruby red blood dripping down the diamond formed crystals and onto the marble floor. The formerly proud building; Parliament House now a death place from Hell.

 

The entrance opened for all to see, revealed the officers to the horrors that lay inside. Taking cautious steps, the officers made their way inside with guns clutched in their hands, pointed ahead. The police slowly reach for their torches, afraid to make sudden movements and alert whatever lies within the structure. A high pitched noise starts ringing throughout the building making the police officers cover their ears from the deafening sound. The ringing is gradually getting louder, while the officers slowly fall to the ground clutching their bleeding ears.

 

From the corner of the room black mist starts to appear, predatorily drifting towards the pain stricken officers crouched figures. Like a loin stalking its prey, waiting to go in for the kill, the mist glides towards their cradled forms.

 

The mist forms a tendril and it starts slithering towards one officers cradled form, slowly as if teasing the officer knowing that he can’t move and save himself, mocking him knowing he’s going to die. The tendril creeps up the officer’s leg, like a snake, twirling itself tightly around his leg, cutting off the circulation. The officer pathetically shakes and tries to pull his leg from the tendrils grasp but in the end his effort is useless.

 

His cradled form starts being heaved along the marble floor, the officer clawing at the ground, trying to flee. His screams echoes throughout the room, bouncing off the walls making them seem louder. His legs disappear into the mist, his screams getting louder, asking for help, his comrades lay still in their cradled forms ignoring him. Slowly his body disappears into the mist, leaving the building in a deafening silence, his screams still ringing in his comrades’ ears.

 

Four of the cradled officers’ forms are left on the floor, tensing their bodies, awaiting their foreseen death. A subtle cry slipped past an officer’s lips breaking the silence.

 

“Do you want to hear a little poem I made?” a child’s voice says above the officers.

 

The officers try to move their bodies but cringing from the amount of pain that curses through their figures. The child’s laughs echo’s throughout the building, basking in the pleasure that their pain brings her.

 

“It goes like this. Around, all around, the shadows gather,” the little girl’s voice says happily.

 

The officers try to decipher where the child is but their eyes can only see darkness, blood and bodies.

 

“My pleasure grows as your body fills with dread, the stroke of death falling against your naked soul,” her voice sounding closer to the officers, their eyes frantically searching for the source of the voice.

 

“It crushes you, and darkly your essence drips to the wicked earth that is your prison,” her voice cackles all around.

 

The black mists starts circling around the officers cradled forms again, its tendrils flicking out towards their bodies, scorching their skin.

 

“In unholy terror you cry out while Death’s shadow looms over you,” her voice whispers sounding right in their ears.

 

A tendril, fast as lightning winds itself around an officers neck and drags him away, his screams of pain sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. Only three left. Two tendrils slithering towards two of the officers, wrapping around their legs, they scream out in pain as the tendrils cut off the circulation. The mist lift the two officers into the air slowly letting the blood rush to their heads before throwing them against the marble wall repeatedly until their blood stained the walls and their lifeless bodies crumbled to the floor, their faces all distorted.

 

“Now alone, your soul falls upon cold eyes,” her voice booms.

 

“P-p-please . . . p-pleas-se leave me be. I beg of you. Let me live. I have a wife at home a-and two children. Please,” the officer manages to choke out in all his pain.

 

“Your death awaits you, trust me when I say, it’s . . . coming . . . for . . . you,” the little girl says, her hands knitting in his hair, pulling him up by his hair. Pins and needles shooting through his head as his head up pulled up to look into her cold eyes.

 

“P-p-pleeeaaa . . . . .,” he manages to choke out before the little girl snaps his necks and drops his dead body to the floor.

 

The little girl’s giggles reverberating through the building and her sweet and innocent voice saying:

 

Around, all around, the shadows gather.

 

My pleasure grows as your body fills with dread, the stroke of death falling against your naked soul.

 

It crushes you, and darkly your essence drips to the wicked earth that is your prison.

 

In unholy terror you cry out while Death’s shadow looms over you.

 

Now alone, your soul falls upon cold eyes.

 

Your death awaits you, trust me when I say, it’s coming for you.

Author's Note

What do you think? Any tips or advice?

Reviews

[4$H]

Its actually very well done :O
A bit of advice, reduce the amount of violence in it ;P
But well done!

[eatme]

I would pick a nom de plume that moved away from 12yr old romance writer. It's a bit creepy.