Child Of Darkness

rika.jpg img0081795fk.jpg She ran, That's all she could do now. Nobody to turn to, her mind had taken care of that. It hadn't been her fault, really it hadn't. She needed to believe that at least. But with every step she took she felt less and less sure. All gone. Painted scarlet, staining the snow a mucky brownish colour. It sickened her. These things she had done were beyond belief. Little Elsie carried a bloody axe and as she ran, in her mind she sensed the world looking on. And knew if the air had eyes, it would be disgusted with what it saw. Those who found them were shocked at the sheer brutality. The report submitted read: Fmily of four beheaded and disembowled. Three heads found, one missing. Bodies frozen solid by the frost. Heads spread out in the garden. Eldest daughter's head missing. Youngest daughter cannot be located. Murder weapon appears to have been large and slightly blunt. Elsie ran. The bag was heavy. It held three things. The axe which she had taken just incase. Her big sister's head, taken for no real reason other than Elsie thought she might want somebody to talk to. The bag also contained a teddy, taken for comfort. Afterll a child of six is lost without her teddy bear. She had run far enough. Deep in the woods she collapsed under a tree. Spent from exhaustion, all she could do was cry. She hugged her sisters head and tryed to forget. Something inside her had broken - she wanted her family back, she loved them. But she found it not at all odd or disturbing that she was hugging the severed head of her sister. Blood dripped and little Elsie was covered, stained red. All alone, she cryed. ******* Inside Elsie something stirred. It was waking up. Soon she would kill again. 'He' would make sure of it. You see... it really wasn't Elsie's fault... She's the child of darkness, and she's under his protection now pointple.mp3