wow it's been awhile..... sorry guys I've been having problems in my family and some personal problems as well as grade 8 trip, projects my teachers leave to the end of the year to mess with us, a week long ear infecting that was mostly spent crying and just being too damn lazy. Enjoy and... *nervous chuckle* DONT KILL ME IM SORRY I KILLED THE BABIES! and dunt hate Amey, the babies were always gonna die.
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Jack's POV-
Something's wrong. It's been three days. Sandy would have sent for me by now, right? So why hadn't he come to tell me Sally was fine? Something wasn't right and I intend to find out what.
I stood up and grabbed me jacket, looking out the window. It was pouring with lightning and thunder flashing all the time. But I loved Sally and my worry overrode my dislike of the weather and before I knew it I was outside running to the holiday trees.
Please let Sally be okay... I whispered softly as I opened the Christmas Door and jumped inside.
What awaited me left me hollow and empty. For the first time I actually felt dead, as though nothing was inside me and I was cold as ice.
The normally pale snow was a lust crimson and bodies littered the ground like fallen autumn leaves. The snow had crimson puddles on it, mixed with the blood of the elves and the water melted from the heat that escaped the dying people. All the buildings were either ashes, rubble or still on fire and the sky was dark with smoke and rainclouds. "Sally..... Sally!" I screamed, running to the Claws' house. Or what remained of it.
Laying in a dark pool was Mrs. Claws. Mary, as she insisted we called her. Her brown eyes were flat and her red, white and green dress was scarlet. Her striped candy cane stockings were ripped beyond repair and her soft snowy hair was matted with filth. A knife lay embedded in her chest.
But that isn't what broke my heart, shattered it into a billion shards. No, it was something I would give my after-life to never have seen.
Laying in the snow was two small bodies. New borns, their heads at such awkward angles it was obvious they were no longer living. I slowly approached the two bodies, my eye sockets wide and my heart feeling like it was about to explode. It was two skeleton babies, both with little tuffs of ruby hair. Skeletons with red hair... Hair so much like Sally's.....
In a flash of terror I knew.
"No.. no.... please no..." I whimpered, sinking to my knees. "Please don't be dead! Wake up! Please!" I begged, tears falling like raindrops and I picks up the two still bodies and held them to my chest which now help my shattered heart. "No! No please no!" I screamed into the dark, smoke clouded sky, sobs wracking my body.
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I don't know how long I crouched their holding my daughters while their pale little faces became damp with my tears. After a long time of sobbing a praying that they would wake up, I stood. I knew where they were. I paused for a second to feel grief that I never knew their names or that they never saw my face before I carried the two of them over to a tall tree which had bee spared in the flames that ate this once festive holiday and dug two small graves and burried the two halves of my heart.
Something was wrong. My daughters were here but where was Sally? She was gone.
Please don't let Sally be dead too... I begged silently. I don't think I could have survived if Sally was gone as well. I looked at the ground and saw something odd. Footprints. Someone with four toes in the shape of a dnosaur foot. "What the...." I mused, following them. The footsteps brought me to two more sets of footsteps. The first one was a pair of heels with pointly heals and belonged to someone with smallish feet. The other one was a pair of sneakers with a name scratched into the sole so I could read it.
Bending over the footprints, I squinted at the name. Something with an L... L-O...I froze. "Lock." I snarled. "So these two are Barrel and Shock." I stod up, my face one of pure fury. Those three had laid waste to an entire holiday, commited murder, probably stold my Sally and killed my daughters before they could even truely live. They would pay dearly, with their lives if nessecary. I could only hope they resisted arrest so I could excate my revenge.
"Wait a minute." Something interupted my blood colored thoughts. A fourth set of foot prints? This one had no soles, no traction, just a shape. It looked like a pair of flat shoes, almost like ballet shoes in their faint delicate prints. Another person they kidnapped? Or someone who hapened them?
Either way, someone would pay in blood.
With this in mind, I ran, following the footsteps and turning my back on the desruction of my very world.
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Ohh kinda dark, isn't it? well, comment, hope you enjoy and ya....
