RubyDoobyDoo

Katrina walked the darkened streets alone, her hands in her pockets are her mind raced furiously. In the distance she could hear gun shots, and everytime the bang would sound, she would begin to shake. By the time she got to her house, she was trembling like a leaf in the wind. The brunette stuffed earplugs in as fast as her unsteady hands could manage, but though the sound was gone her mind played tircks on her. The sound of her sister crying, begining tortured, sitting alone in a deep, dark, dank room alone haunted Katrina as she hugged her knees close to her chest in Phiona's empty room. Her mind was blank as her eyes widened to any sound

The next time I visited Margot, the runt kid was there. He snarled at me when he opened the door, and would have slammed it on my nose if Margot hadn't heard the door squeak open. I squeezed past him and stuck my tongue out. "Stupid kid.." "I heard that." Jerome snapped back. "You were supposed to," I whispered, walking along the carpet and right up to the atrium. "Je vous ai entendu à la fois, Jérôme qui n'était pas très agréable. Soyez gentil avec notre invité, n'est-ce pas? Elle vient ici tous les jours et met en place avec à la fois de vos bêtises. Maintenant être un bon garçon et

"It's A Case Of Mistaken Identity I Swear; And I Bet I Can Prove It." "A girl?" Thistle's voice dropped to nearly a whisper, not wanting to alert her guest if she was already inside the dining room that was just a thin wall away from the kitchen. She paused, her thoughts racing through her mind faster than she could make use of them. Had they really replaced her that quickly with a new woman? It took her years to reach where she was.. and now, this bitch came in within a few month periods and just.. Took over? "It's a hoax." Thistle said quietly, re-adjusting her dark sunglasses on her face. "You got the wrong one, Roland!" She hiss at the

It's funny how much some things can change in a year. Two, more than that even. Or such little time as well. Maybe a month. Week. Days. Hours. Minutes. Seconds. A single breath. A twitch, disregarding information. A blink can tell a story. A flash of sliver and you know something's wrong. A swish of the hair and something's gone. Someone's gone and they aren't going to return any time soon. What did you do? Nothing. In a small time, things can change. In minutes, people can leave and come into this place. Born, indefinately. Die, indiscriminatly. People can learn to love, And scorn the world with hate. Lives can be twis

"Nothing like a bit of torture to start off the night," Thistle smirked, her hands in her pocket and her two butlers flanking her sides with one of the girls arms in each hand. She had ceased struggling, only because her breathing had become shallow and she had passed out. The younger of the butlers, the one who was to the left of his master, was what could be called the hesitant one. His judgement was not alined with Thistle's yet, which in his line of work was dangerous. When he had accepted this job, Thistle had given him a new name. It wasn't a bad one, it was more tough than his last name. Roland. It was a bland, blank statement that he

I blinked for a moment, I mean, the bandages were... interesting. And distracting. It took me another moment for me to realize that she, Margot, had asked me a question. "Uh, what?" I asked, shifting the vase slightly. "I asked if you would come inside for a moment. To set the flowers down on the table." She repeated the question, her mouth moving but her eyebrows still. "Of course.." The words trailed out of my mouth as I fumbled into the door. Margot turned on her heels gracefully, moving her feet across a rug that ran from the entrance of the house back towards an island. The walls were were littered with portraits, no rhyme or reason