The horizen grinned satisfactory with it's orange and red stained teeth, singing softly, oh so softly...
(Ring around the roisies, pockets full of poisies.)
But the song became more louder and more shrill to teh point at which it didn't sound like singing at all it sounded like...
(Ashes, ashes, we all.)
screams,yes, just like screams. Exactly like screams! And the horizen took on a richer color. Richer oranges. Richer yellows. Richer reds. And it was moving. Swaying, spitting, twisting, turning, bellowing, roaring! It wasn't the same soft pastels that once ckaed the skys, it was...
(Fall down.)
fire. Tall, blood thirsty waves of flames threatening the hundreds of horrified blurs of people that ran, paniced, from the hulking ember waves. Threatening to collapes, crash down upon the people, and drown them.
(Ring around the roisies.)
That's when 'Her own hands' came into focus. Or, atleast, what she believed to be 'Her own hands', because, for a split second, they felt detached from 'Her body'. But the connecting muscles in her arms pulsed once more and she knew that these hands, these filthy, disgusting, putrid hands, where 'Her own hands'. Perfectly mounted at each wrist, the mechanical light, cast from teh towers of fire, started to bring the images before her into focus.
(Pocket full of posies.)
The blurs of people came into focus becoming more crisp and clear, and for the first time in her life she felt complete and utter horror. Horror, as she watched people literally run in circles because they had no idea where to flee. Horror, as she saw children violently shakign decapitated corpses of their parents as if thryin gto wake them from a heavy sllep. And horror, as she glanced down at her filthy, disgusting, putrid hands, and saw...
(Ashes.)
blood and saw...
(Ashes.)
chunks of freshly removed tissue, and saw laying in the dirt, past her outstreached filthy hands...
(We all.)
a glistening pool of blood, trickling out from...
(Fall.)
a blood caked wound, located conviently over the ribcage of a small, frail, defenceless, body...
(Down.)
of her own dead brother, killed with 'Her own Hands'. . . . . .
