& She laughs in the face of DEATH.                             . D E S T R O Y I N G  Y O U . εïз . warning : this roleplay is not intended for people who have strong dislike for graphic material. It's not my fault you're a coward.     *The pyro princess IS B A C K. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The scene commences outside of an unknown area with broken down houses and fallen trees . It's a dark, spooky night with nothing but silence swallowing the entire place. In the same vicinity, we find the ruins of a deserted playground. The whole place is plagued with horror which completes the story of a broken doll. The playground equipment doesn't seem like it would make any use to anyone. One of the swings is wrapped up on the bar, while the other; torn from one of the hooks and dragging through the mud. It looks like someone was strangled in that house, dragged outside and then murdered near the lake, which is located far beyond the playground. Whatever it was, it was probably a struggle as fresh blood stains still cover most of the rusty swings. However, the only swing that was not destroyed by this animal was one that hung from a dead tree. Thick rope was used to hold it up and knots were tied through a wooden plank where one would be seated on. It made no sound like an actual swing on a playground with, but this old rippling sound whenever it moved backwards as if something was tearing through the wood. Suddenly a deep but loud panting is heard as footsteps make their way through dry leaves that lay on the pavement leading to the house from the playground. Traces and drops of blood mixed with mud are seen on the floor as we move towards the doorstep where the door is flung open and someone rushes inside. We don't see who it is, as they move pretty quickly. This time we enter the same scene but only in a more blurry vision. Hidden under the stairs leading to the bedroom is a young girl about the age of six huddled next to wall. She hides her face since her clothes already camouflage her in hopes that she won't get caught by whatever she was running from. A sudden gust of wind blows in her face and then she hears the door slam shut. She panics knowing that she must have shut it but it swung open because of the strogn wind, inviting the unknown with open arms. "Blood.." the voice of a female becomes audible from the main room. The footsteps of what seems to be steel toed boots make their way towards the small passage that leads to the bedroom stairway. "Why do they always leave a trail of their blood behind leading to where they have decided to stop running and chose to hide instead?" We're right, those are indeed steel toed, black suede boots covered with someone else's blood as they show themselves at the foot of the stairs. The blood is as thick as can be, therefore making it visible on the dark colored boots. The woman begins to walk up the stairs, purposely making loud thumps as she walks over the girl. "Lights!" she screams loud enough to make the hair on one's neck rise. And alas, the lights vacate the house, leaving it in complete darkness.  The young girl starts to breathe heavily, so heavily that she can see her breath in the form of white fog in the darkness. Perphaps, it's because of the lack of heat in the house and the warmth of her body serves no purpose either. "Come out, come out wherever you are." the woman says in a sing song voice. Although this time, he voice doesn't sound as harsh, there is a hint of coldness in her tone. The camera pans getting a medium shot of the woman who appears to be none other than Rebecca Rancid, the tormenting devil herself. She is dressed in a black trench coat which comes undone and she carries a big ol' axe with her. Would have been a chainsaw if those weren't as big and heavy and not so easily concealable. She looks back down, but this time into the kitchen area. The stove is burn down and refrigerator is broken thus proving that no one has lived here in quite a while. She arches an eyebrow as she had never grown accustomed to the monotony of her housework. The door is swung open once again, it seems as though they've got another frequent guest joining them this evening; the wind. Rebecca just smirks and looks down at the trail of blood leading behind the staircase. She slowly moves back to ground level and walks towards where the girl is. With every step she takes, fear is envoked into the young lass who can't help but wait for her sweet misery. She takes a deep breath preparing for the inevitable as it might just be her last one. "Boo.." The girl is greated by Rebecca's piercing eyes on her fox shaped face as she slowly leans in closer and closer. "Please! Please don't hurt me?" she asks kindly, finally giving in to all that was mean to scare her. Rebecca stops for a second and looks at the lass quizically. She takes a moment to ponder giving the girl a fair amount of time to try and make her grand escape, but the opportunity is not seized as she sits still like a brave young warrior. "Why should I?" she questions and tilts her head to the side waiting for a response. "Because of this!" the girl answers in a louder, more menancing tone as she grabs the axe half heartedly and slams the business end into Rebecca's leg. She then pushes Rebecca who automatically steps aside and then begins to run as swiftly as before. The girl is now out of sight as Rebecca winces in pain. She grabs hold of her wounded leg and squeezes some of the blood around it. Reaching up to snag a fair amount of fabric from her dress underneath her trench coat, she wraps it around her wounded ankle and then tightens it. "Thank you!" she shouts out lously, knowing that the girl is still in the house. Oh yes, she senses it because both Rebecca and the little woman know that she's safer in there than out in the wilderness. "But that only makes your dead even more painful." she adds with a slight smirk as she begins to walk upstairs where the girl had last ran off to. But as she reaches the bedroom, it seems as though she won't be finding what she cmae hunting for. The first thing that's noticeable in the room is an open window. Rebecca rushes towards the crime scene and looks down where she finds a white knotted sheet dancing with the wind. A smirk spreads slowly across her lips. It seems as though the little girl is smarter than you'd think. She nods her head slightly and begins to walk back downstairs but suddenly the window slams against the frame, grabbing her attention once more. "Who's hunting who?" she mumbles to herself as she exits the ruins of the house. We're back outside in the playground where surprisingly the girl sits still on the swing. She looks as though she was waiting for Rebecca to approach her and that is exactly what Rebecca does. "I know what you're looking for." she says with a slight smirk on her face forcing Rebecca to grab hold of her hand tightly. "You want.." "What? What is it that I could possibly want from a child like you?" she inquires, stressing on the word child. "You just want me to spare your life and that's fine. But trust me, there's nothing you can do but lay flat till I get done with running my car over you and spilling your blood on that pavement." Tears fill the eyes of the young woman until they start to run down her soft, pink cheeks. "Why? Why do you want to kill me?" she asks through all the whimpering but Rebecca just rolls her eyes. "You're just a little girl, aren't you? You spent the last hour boring me with dull reasonings and many other randomly spoken words that made no sense at all. Is this the sequeal to another one of your sob stories? Because I'm certainly not in the mood for listening to them. I want to kill you because it's all I know and it's all I am. The bringer of pain, tears, grime and gore followed up shortly by DEATH. That's what I've been doing for the past four hundred years of my life without any reasoning whatsoever. Why? Because I don't have to have a reason or make excuses like you do. This is not about you. For once, let's not make this about YOU. Everything has always gone your way hasn't it? Well it's time for a fucking change and this time, it's NOT about what you want or what you want for me. It's about me and what *I* want and I don't care whether it's beneficial to you or not. Just like you did to me all along..." Rebecca pauses momentarily realizing that she isn't making sense to the girl as she's too busy crying her eyes out. Snapping out of it, Rebecca immediately grabs hold of the girls hair and drags her away into the wilderness. Loud screaming and crying is heard from a far distance and then with one final stroke, it ends. It all ends.     Cherie [c] 2006: by stealing this layout, you're only further proving my point that you want to be ME.