Wrote this in a half hour, and edited it a bit, but its still pretty rough. CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISMS PLEASE!!! I WANNA GET BETTER!!!
Prologue
It's my mother's fault I'm dead. Well, that's not entirely true. I'm dead in a sense, but not completely. You see, when I was born to her, she was a member of the cult "Death's Associates". She was a worshiper of death in hope that he would love her and the rest of the cult more and would have mercy on them so that they would not die. How stupid they were. Death doesn't know what love or mercy are. All he knows is greed and pain. Even being a small child I was not so ignorant, but my mother was caught up in it all, or rather,brainwashed. She was like a robot, following the orders of the leader not steeping out of line, never speaking her opinion. I'm not sure she even had one anymore. For as long as I can remember the leader and his priests told everyone what to do. When I was younger, and still had a will of my own, I broke the rules by asking why the leader was in charge. I was promptly beaten, but still had not learned my lesson. A few years later I asked my mother who my father was. She sat me on her knee and patted down my big blonde curls. "Juliet," she began, "Your father is a very important man. He gave me the privilege of producing new life, which he and I knew was very dangerous." I turned my head to the side and played with her silver bracelet.
"But why is it dangerous?"
"Death is not a fan of life. We must abide to his wishes if we are to hope to gain the gift of immortality."
"My Dad had the power to defy death?" My mother's face became dark. She looked around our hut and outside our window to make sure no one was listening. Or watching. Then she whipped her head around and slapped me.
"Don't talk like that again! If death hears you and thinks that we are arrogant enough to assume we are above him, he'll smite us all!" I began to cry and she dumped me off her lap. "Go help the other girls collect water now Juliet. I don't have time for your stupidity right now. Pray Death doesn't drown you when you lean over the bank." I stopped crying and picked myself up. What would she care if Death drowned me? She'd rejoice because it wasn't her it happened to she would! I didn't drown though. I drew the water from the stream and brought it back to our hut so that we could bathe. My mother didn't thank me or acknowledge that I had come home. She didn't apologize for smacking me earlier, so I didn't apologize for saying what I had. She still hadn't answered my question either. In fact, after that incedent, we pretty much ignored each other for the next 6 months. We went about our lives, doing our chores, worshiping in the temple, and going to school. Then I turned eight. The leader of our cult had a vision of the apocalypse. He told us the only way to appease Death, he told us that a sacrifice must be found. A human sacrifice. My mother did nothing to stop them from taking me. She probably thought it would make Death more fond of her. Idiot. They, the cult members, took me to a great stone that had been placed in the center of our community. I remember the strange shapes carved into it, possibly some ancient language. Possible chisel marks. I remember the feel of gravel under my back as I was dragged out of my hut in the middle of the night. But most of all, I remember the silence. Nobody stepped forward and told our leader that they thought he was crazy, no one tried to rescue me. My mouth was gagged so I certainly couldn't say anything. Two of the leaders most honored priests held my arms and legs so tightly I thought they would break. And then I was tied down onto the stone. A shiver ran down my back at the cold of the rock. I began to cry but my sobs were muffled by the rag. Not that crying solved the matter. The leader and his goons began to circle me chanting in a strange language that would start the rite. Then they stopped. The leader pulled out a long, sharp knife. It glinted in the sunlight casting an eerie shine to his face. The leader knelt down beside my neck and raised it. And then he brought it down.
Chapter 1
"No. No more. You can't make me."
"Yes I can Juliet," Death whispered in my ear, running a bony finger across the scar on my neck. "I control you. You are mine. Forever."
A tear ran down my cheek. I didn't want to. I hated doing Death's dirty work. I hated the look on my victim's faces right before I murdered them. The look of betrayal. I was supposed to be their friend, wasn't I? Why was I pushing them in front of the train? Why was I smothering them? The answer was, I had to. Death made me. But I couldn't tell them that. They were dead before the question could pass their lips. "This is the last one though. Okay?" I asked quietly.
"Possibly... forever is a long time, I might just change my mind." Death slipped into the shadows that surrounded me, only his scythe could be seen gleaming in the dark. "It's a young o
It's a young one this time. You're going to be about five, so I suggest not murdering them. It will make the humans suspicious, and we don't want another Tampa indecent. Do we?" I shook my head slowly. "Good. Now get out of my sight." He turned and left. I slowly started to dematerialize , one particle at a time. I closed my white eyes as my eyelashes turned into a glittery dust and went to wherever dust was sending me. I secretly hoped that this wasn't my last assignment. I desperately wanted to be the one to murder the man who was the leader of the cult "Death's Associates" and if it wasn't me, I wanted to watch.
Prologue
It's my mother's fault I'm dead. Well, that's not entirely true. I'm dead in a sense, but not completely. You see, when I was born to her, she was a member of the cult "Death's Associates". She was a worshiper of death in hope that he would love her and the rest of the cult more and would have mercy on them so that they would not die. How stupid they were. Death doesn't know what love or mercy are. All he knows is greed and pain. Even being a small child I was not so ignorant, but my mother was caught up in it all, or rather,brainwashed. She was like a robot, following the orders of the leader not steeping out of line, never speaking her opinion. I'm not sure she even had one anymore. For as long as I can remember the leader and his priests told everyone what to do. When I was younger, and still had a will of my own, I broke the rules by asking why the leader was in charge. I was promptly beaten, but still had not learned my lesson. A few years later I asked my mother who my father was. She sat me on her knee and patted down my big blonde curls. "Juliet," she began, "Your father is a very important man. He gave me the privilege of producing new life, which he and I knew was very dangerous." I turned my head to the side and played with her silver bracelet.
"But why is it dangerous?"
"Death is not a fan of life. We must abide to his wishes if we are to hope to gain the gift of immortality."
"My Dad had the power to defy death?" My mother's face became dark. She looked around our hut and outside our window to make sure no one was listening. Or watching. Then she whipped her head around and slapped me.
"Don't talk like that again! If death hears you and thinks that we are arrogant enough to assume we are above him, he'll smite us all!" I began to cry and she dumped me off her lap. "Go help the other girls collect water now Juliet. I don't have time for your stupidity right now. Pray Death doesn't drown you when you lean over the bank." I stopped crying and picked myself up. What would she care if Death drowned me? She'd rejoice because it wasn't her it happened to she would! I didn't drown though. I drew the water from the stream and brought it back to our hut so that we could bathe. My mother didn't thank me or acknowledge that I had come home. She didn't apologize for smacking me earlier, so I didn't apologize for saying what I had. She still hadn't answered my question either. In fact, after that incedent, we pretty much ignored each other for the next 6 months. We went about our lives, doing our chores, worshiping in the temple, and going to school. Then I turned eight. The leader of our cult had a vision of the apocalypse. He told us the only way to appease Death, he told us that a sacrifice must be found. A human sacrifice. My mother did nothing to stop them from taking me. She probably thought it would make Death more fond of her. Idiot. They, the cult members, took me to a great stone that had been placed in the center of our community. I remember the strange shapes carved into it, possibly some ancient language. Possible chisel marks. I remember the feel of gravel under my back as I was dragged out of my hut in the middle of the night. But most of all, I remember the silence. Nobody stepped forward and told our leader that they thought he was crazy, no one tried to rescue me. My mouth was gagged so I certainly couldn't say anything. Two of the leaders most honored priests held my arms and legs so tightly I thought they would break. And then I was tied down onto the stone. A shiver ran down my back at the cold of the rock. I began to cry but my sobs were muffled by the rag. Not that crying solved the matter. The leader and his goons began to circle me chanting in a strange language that would start the rite. Then they stopped. The leader pulled out a long, sharp knife. It glinted in the sunlight casting an eerie shine to his face. The leader knelt down beside my neck and raised it. And then he brought it down.
Chapter 1
"No. No more. You can't make me."
"Yes I can Juliet," Death whispered in my ear, running a bony finger across the scar on my neck. "I control you. You are mine. Forever."
A tear ran down my cheek. I didn't want to. I hated doing Death's dirty work. I hated the look on my victim's faces right before I murdered them. The look of betrayal. I was supposed to be their friend, wasn't I? Why was I pushing them in front of the train? Why was I smothering them? The answer was, I had to. Death made me. But I couldn't tell them that. They were dead before the question could pass their lips. "This is the last one though. Okay?" I asked quietly.
"Possibly... forever is a long time, I might just change my mind." Death slipped into the shadows that surrounded me, only his scythe could be seen gleaming in the dark. "It's a young o
It's a young one this time. You're going to be about five, so I suggest not murdering them. It will make the humans suspicious, and we don't want another Tampa indecent. Do we?" I shook my head slowly. "Good. Now get out of my sight." He turned and left. I slowly started to dematerialize , one particle at a time. I closed my white eyes as my eyelashes turned into a glittery dust and went to wherever dust was sending me. I secretly hoped that this wasn't my last assignment. I desperately wanted to be the one to murder the man who was the leader of the cult "Death's Associates" and if it wasn't me, I wanted to watch.