Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2016 20:31:29 GMT -6
INSANITY WAS THE ANGEL THAT SURROUNDED MY CRADLE.
Fingers moved through black hair, nails covered in red, eyes wild and dangerous. And then slowly a bag was placed at her mouth, teeth ripping into the plastic and red liquid traveled through her lips and down her throat. The scene slowly slipped further out, a young girl was seated on the floor, a white dress with dripping red stains all over the front, empty plastic bags littering the ground around her. Blood. The man raised his gun further, the hospital staff cowering in the background as they watched the woman drink the blood from the bag before dropping it. She seemed to close her eyes and relish in the feeling of it all.
‘Put your hands where I can see them! NOW!’
The wild black-haired girl’s attention was on him now, her eyes snapping open and look to be filled with fire. But they weren’t. They were just black, their normal dark brown hues fuming at him. Slowly she stood to her full height. And then she was lifting up her dress, the white moving up porcelain thighs before revealing white underwear and a dagger within the waistband of them. A woman screamed and the officer grew even more terrified, the gun in his hands shaking with fright. And then he was dead. Without even noticing the young woman had thrown the knife and it went straight between his eyes. His body dropped to the ground with a thump, the nurse screaming once more. Nikolina smirked as the dress slowly fluttered back down to her ankles. “I never miss,” she hissed out, watching as two guy nurses rushed out and grabbed her arms. She began kicking and screaming, blood covering their once clean white scrubs.
‘Take her to her room!’ ‘Don’t let her out!’ ‘Jacket her!’
The screams of the nurses and doctors filled her ears as another man appeared out of the crowd with a jacket, one that he wrapped around Nikolina and forced her arms to wrap themselves around her as they strapped it up. She continued to scream at them in Latin, telling them that it was their fault she was like this, that she would have her revenge. That they would all die. And then they were carrying her kicking and screaming body to one of the padded rooms in the back. A place that she would stay at all times, from now and forever.
She flinched at the memory, licking her lips as if the blood was still there…lingering upon pink flesh. She seemed to moan at the thought of the blood sliding down her throat. She was broken from relishing in the memory by the scream of a woman. Her eyes snapped towards the sound to see her screaming and pointing towards Nikolina’s feet, a man was there, bloody and bruised and not breathing. Her hands were covered in the blood of the man, slowly her hands raised to her face and she ran them over the pink flesh of her lips, licking at the red substance. Suddenly the sound of sirens filled the air, her eyes snapped up and quickly she was taking off. Running towards the woods, people screaming and officers screaming for her to stop, gunshots rang out. None hit her of course but they were close enough. She disappeared into the woods and the police officers stood outside, calling for backup.
She pushed against a tree, screaming in Latin. Her hands slowly slammed against the tree before she began slamming her head against the tree, blood smearing down her face and into her eyes. She stood, breathing heavily and then the sound of something snapping behind her had her whip out her blade and hold it above her neck, waiting for the monster to leave the shadows.
“Show yourself!” she screamed in Latin. The funny thing is her language wasn’t Latin, it was English, but for some reason, after the insanity clicked inside her at sixteen, she spoke both perfectly. She never questioned it, but others did. Mainly the therapist that had been to her padded room, a few of them leaving without ears or fingers. One woman even lost a hand because it was feeding time and Nikolina got a hold of a knife with her mouth and took the hand clean off. Suddenly an officer came out of the darkness telling her to drop the weapon, she only screamed at him and threw the knife hitting him square between the eyes she ran forward grabbing the knife and kicking him to the ground, dead. A new man came up behind her and she spun around and slit his throat, watching as the officer gagged and choked, holding his throat as he slowly went down.
Then she froze, a breeze filling the air and a gunshot run out, she disappeared from that movement, moving so fast that the officer didn’t see her before she was jumping in the air, her ankles wrapping around his neck and twisted, his body flipping over and his neck broken. She breathed heavily and deeply, her eyes manic and blood covered her body.
‘Put your hands where I can see them! NOW!’
The wild black-haired girl’s attention was on him now, her eyes snapping open and look to be filled with fire. But they weren’t. They were just black, their normal dark brown hues fuming at him. Slowly she stood to her full height. And then she was lifting up her dress, the white moving up porcelain thighs before revealing white underwear and a dagger within the waistband of them. A woman screamed and the officer grew even more terrified, the gun in his hands shaking with fright. And then he was dead. Without even noticing the young woman had thrown the knife and it went straight between his eyes. His body dropped to the ground with a thump, the nurse screaming once more. Nikolina smirked as the dress slowly fluttered back down to her ankles. “I never miss,” she hissed out, watching as two guy nurses rushed out and grabbed her arms. She began kicking and screaming, blood covering their once clean white scrubs.
‘Take her to her room!’ ‘Don’t let her out!’ ‘Jacket her!’
The screams of the nurses and doctors filled her ears as another man appeared out of the crowd with a jacket, one that he wrapped around Nikolina and forced her arms to wrap themselves around her as they strapped it up. She continued to scream at them in Latin, telling them that it was their fault she was like this, that she would have her revenge. That they would all die. And then they were carrying her kicking and screaming body to one of the padded rooms in the back. A place that she would stay at all times, from now and forever.
She flinched at the memory, licking her lips as if the blood was still there…lingering upon pink flesh. She seemed to moan at the thought of the blood sliding down her throat. She was broken from relishing in the memory by the scream of a woman. Her eyes snapped towards the sound to see her screaming and pointing towards Nikolina’s feet, a man was there, bloody and bruised and not breathing. Her hands were covered in the blood of the man, slowly her hands raised to her face and she ran them over the pink flesh of her lips, licking at the red substance. Suddenly the sound of sirens filled the air, her eyes snapped up and quickly she was taking off. Running towards the woods, people screaming and officers screaming for her to stop, gunshots rang out. None hit her of course but they were close enough. She disappeared into the woods and the police officers stood outside, calling for backup.
She pushed against a tree, screaming in Latin. Her hands slowly slammed against the tree before she began slamming her head against the tree, blood smearing down her face and into her eyes. She stood, breathing heavily and then the sound of something snapping behind her had her whip out her blade and hold it above her neck, waiting for the monster to leave the shadows.
“Show yourself!” she screamed in Latin. The funny thing is her language wasn’t Latin, it was English, but for some reason, after the insanity clicked inside her at sixteen, she spoke both perfectly. She never questioned it, but others did. Mainly the therapist that had been to her padded room, a few of them leaving without ears or fingers. One woman even lost a hand because it was feeding time and Nikolina got a hold of a knife with her mouth and took the hand clean off. Suddenly an officer came out of the darkness telling her to drop the weapon, she only screamed at him and threw the knife hitting him square between the eyes she ran forward grabbing the knife and kicking him to the ground, dead. A new man came up behind her and she spun around and slit his throat, watching as the officer gagged and choked, holding his throat as he slowly went down.
Then she froze, a breeze filling the air and a gunshot run out, she disappeared from that movement, moving so fast that the officer didn’t see her before she was jumping in the air, her ankles wrapping around his neck and twisted, his body flipping over and his neck broken. She breathed heavily and deeply, her eyes manic and blood covered her body.
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