Damn. It was so dark. The sky was pitch-black and barely, just barely tiny specs of faint white dots shimmered down to the Earth. Rushing through the forest at this hour was going to be tougher than she thought. "Dammit, I'm going to get another lecture for being late!" She cursed to herself as she panted down the long dirt path, which was now being muddied by the rain pouring from the gloomy rain-clouds.
Her martial arts teacher had kept her until all the boards were broken, so her hands and feet were bruised and bloodied; scarred as well, she hissed at the stinging sensation that kissed her skin and chilled down over her body. She hated staying so late; Father Alexander was going to lecture her so badly this time. The other churchmen were going to get a good laugh at this.
Pushing the two grand ivory woven gates open to enter the church's garden (she always used the back entrance, but even the back entrance was so lovely and well-kept churchgoers really should have used it more often); she winced at the loud creaking noise the doors made. They were loud.
"Hello? I'm home!" Her voice echoed throughout the church. She slowly stepped inside and her feet squeaked against the floorboards and echoed throughout the large corridor. It was decorated with various ornaments; this was a hallway that daily or nightly churchgoers did not see. Though she had permission, she was family to this church and its people; she called it home. She had been for as long as she could remember.
The weary silence and the unusual darkness were unsettling. She shivered as a chill went down her spine, and as she noticed the lite was on in her father's study, she slowly peered around the corner of the arch… and there was a harrowing scream and it harmonized with a roar of thunder.
There was so much blood; so much. "SHIT!" She skins quickly to the ground, punching the bloody-stained carpets and digging her own dirtied nails into the fabric. Who could have done this?! She bit her lip and tried to hold back the vile that was rising up, the smells of the dead corpses was worsening. She continued to dig. She continued to cry. She continued to scream. Help me. Please god. Someone help me. I don't want to die.
"Do you like it Abel?" Called a familiar voice, it was soothing and deep, it was monotonous. It was frightening.
Red eyes widened and she slowly turned, her heart began to slow down. Her heart skipped a beat; she could feel her body get cold. "You did this?" She stood up unevenly and then caught herself against a pole and then she looked at the voice's face, stained in blood. Abel doubled over and began dry-heaving. She couldn't get sick for some reason, and she cursed at herself for it, because she really, really wanted to.
She was brought back to when they were children. A churchman was teaching them about the butterfly garden, it was a beautiful place and they had just gotten butterflies for the first time in two years. He said something like this: butterflies symbolize gracefulness and harmony, they don't hurt anything but they look so beautiful at the same time. They are the perfect example of what mankind should be; love and peace.
Those were the good times. At that moment Abel was just a child, she was awestruck and amazed at what such a weak and pathetic-looking creature was capable of being. Something so beautiful and graceful, is it really worth it? It wasn't until her train of thought was cut off by her twin sister Noelle, who was having a hard time understanding the situation. Hell, it seemed she was having a hard time comprehending everything. Questions always seemed to go unanswered for her.
"But if you don't kill the butterflies the spiders will die! Sometimes even the littlest sacrifices have to be made in order to survive, isn't that right?! They taught you that in science today, so which one is it?!"
"Well yes- we do- but I don't see what-"
"I don't understand!"
There was a scream. She understood now. She understood. Dammit. She didn't want to understand! Closing her eyes and bracing herself for the worst, Abel let her sister come towards her. Closer and closer, closer and closer until eventually she felt her being kicked. Noelle kicked her to the ground and Abel clashed against the wall and yelped. She rubbed her head and began to cry. "Please no more, please no more…"
"You're weak. It's pathetic and a shame that human beings are so ignorant. You know, those men and father deserved to die! They were always talking about sacrifices, so what's the problem?" Noelle readied her blade and began to walk closer toward Abel. "I am actually rather thankful for Alexander's stupid tendency to trust everyone throughout the years; it gave me the upper hand to plot this ordeal! Now prepare to DIE!"
"SHUT UP! BRING HIM BACK, BRING HIM BACK RIGHT NOW!"
"What the hell?"
Suddenly Abel shot up from her fetal-like position and her eyes glowed red. It was like looking into the eyes of hell. Abel then ran toward Noelle and grabbed her by the collar, choking her slightly and twisting her hands. She was out of control- going berserk- and it was… inhuman.
"I'll be dammed. I actually did it." Noelle was thrown to the ground and she yelped; her eyes widened in pure horror as she had never seen her sister… so hellish before. She was horrific. "But I'm not going to die today, if that's what you're planning." Truth was she was scared as hell but Noelle forced a laugh. It was rough and choked but she managed a laugh. "At last I did it! At last I made you see reality!"
"Bitch…" Abel's eyes began to return to normal and she stumbled backwards and fell to the floor with a loud thud.
Now was her chance. Now Noelle could kill her and be done with it! Though what- what is this feeling she's getting? "You're the bitch. How come I can't…?" She put a bloodied hand over her mouth, Noelle gasped, and she wasn't going to say it. She wasn't going to say it.
Noelle gulped. Then she remembered something, father's study, there was a sword hanging above the desk brought back from a churchman who visited China several years ago. "I could use that." So she did. Noelle stumbled throughout the narrow hallways (or at least it seemed narrower now that she was so exhausted from her manslaughter).
She carefully lifted the blade from its pedestal and with ease, walked back to the room where her sister laid unconscious. "At least when I do this, I know I'll be at peace with myself. I know it won't be my fault!" She bent down and positioned the blade… and there was a scream.
But it wasn't from Abel this time.