Rain Drops Fall, Like Tears…

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Moments Earlier

    Screams bellow darkly from the halls of an out-of-work warehouse, but it is not empty by far. Questions ring out, a soft voice trembling with uncertainty…

  “Who are you? What do you want of me? What are you gong to do to me?! Rape Me?!! KILL ME?!??!”

   A man dressed in rags dances gracefully, around the troubled girl, humming a happy, even joyous song.

Au Clair De La Lune, Mon Ami Pierrot
Prete Moi Ta Plume Ecrire Un Mot
Me Chandelle Est Morte, Je N‘ai Plus De Feu
Ouvre Moi Ta Porte, Pour L’am-

   The silly girl  screams her questions again, The man just scoffs.

“You are so annoying! What’s with all the questions?! Are you trying to give me ideas?!”

   The man sighs against the rain, and slumps to his knees…

“Ya know they called my big brother The Pied Piper. He was so much better at this than I am. He could lure and kill a girl like you without a bat of an eye...”

Au Clair de la Lune, Pierrot Repondes
Je N'ai Pas De Plume, Je Suis Dans Mon Lit
Va Chez La Voisi-

“...Are you ...Are you going to kill me?..”

   The young woman loses all her heart in that question. She even sounds a little hopeful in a positive response. I think she wants to die…

   The man in rags throws the girl down standing over her with a menacing smile on his face.

“You really like interrupting me, don’t you? Mmm.. I’ll change that.”

   The young woman trembles, from the threatening words against her, and the pain of the cold concrete hitting her ass.
     A flash of light beams off of a slick blade that betrays its deadliest feature - the monster holding it above the girl, who is easing away, across the warehouse floor.

“Sorry, Sweetheart. I gotta’ do this to ya’. Your kinda’ cute, too... Well, no, I’m not sorry at all! Don’t take this personal, will ya’?”


At this moment the man in shambles stands tall and fearsome in all his dark features. He snatches the girl up from the tight little ball she has formed herself into.  RIP! He makes a quick and hasty stab into his teenage victim’s stomach, and drops her to the floor once again, carelessly, before realizing that he is not alone with the young woman any longer.

“So, you’ve finally come. Well… You’re a little late.  I already started on this cutie. You’ll have to find your own!”

   The very same man slides his weapon from the girl’s body, tasting the blood that left a trail on it, smirking viciously. Humming the child’s tune.

“Mmm…”

   Across  the room a man gracefully walks out from the shadows he once resided in, and takes his statue-like form. Tall, slender, with broad shoulders and platinum blonde hair lazing from his shoulders. Dressed very opposite to his poor looking counterpart.


              Now the two men stand opposite of each other, in a pool of pure crimson blood.

“That girl had nothing to do with what happened between you, me and your pathetic dead brother. Why kill her? Still sore about him, so your going to get back at me by taking her from her own family?”

  

   The ragged man sneers evilly at the new man, as he makes his statement, proving the blonde correct.  He barks back to him in response, calling him.

“God’s Left Hand?!……..”

   Spitting.

“You do the work of the devil, yourself…”

   The casually dressed man sighs, nonchalantly.

“Say what you will, I am sending you back to hell.”

                      “Back to hell?     …What are they talking about?      …What are these men?”

“Let the girl go and just come back. I’ll make it considerably easier for something like you. I’ll kill you, quickly.”

   Only a few silent moments pass by before a soft, insecure chuckle treads the thick air.

   The raven-featured man speaks.

“Something like me?       …We are the same…”

“Why should I let her go? She is almost dead now. …Unlike me…I have too much to live for, and I’m not letting you take me back!”

   As the slender man approaches.

“It has already been decided, by divine judgment, that you are going back to Hades’ Palace with the other filth of your kind. So may the-”

The only man in defense, quickly snatches the young woman back up and holds his blood stained blade to her back, grinning, sadistically.

“Well, then, this cute little thing right here is keeping me company. Come On, Bitch!”

The blonde’s head snaps back and he growls, lowly, enraged.

“I Said Leave Her!!!”

     Then...at that sudden moment…the stranger who gripped me tightly in his left arm, rose his right one clutching his weapon, timorously. He gave a quick glare to the one called “God’s Left Hand”. Then, with more intrepid, lowered his right arm back down onto the flesh of my back.  Inches he went, nearly splitting me into two…..but he wasn’t that kind to have killed me right then. I didn’t feel much after that, just the distinct thump of my body hitting the floor, once again. Streams of my thick, hot blood pouring away from me, and my soul slipping its bounding body.  Soon after, there was no more pain…I could only watch, still having none of my questions answered…. It looked as if I was in hell, as I saw the body of my killer ascend into fire and brimstone flames, creating blue-black ashes. With the devil himself, in his beauty, watching, stimulating the flames, with a cold stare on his face. My heart chilled as I looked onward. But…That is what he deserves!!! I did not ask to die!! …But  …do I really care?   ...Am I ready to die?   ... Do I want to die?