A blur of black and red rushed through the crowded streets. She was not running from some, but to someone. Death was her name. And the one she ran towards was the infamous murderer, Mr. Berry. Click… click… click… Her heels tapped loudly against the concrete. Though she didn’t care, for silence was not a key thing right now. Why did she need to go to him; her deranged accomplice? He had asked it of her, and her dark love for him made the girl unable to resist.
Opening the wooden door to the shack they lived in she looked around cautiously. It was pitch black, and the light of the moon only penetrated the inky night enough to illuminate the blurry outlines of her surroundings.
“Mizter Berry..?” Her voice sounded softly through the house. She took a few steps in, then the door slammed behind her, causing the huntress to jump slightly. “Berry Dear?” She called out again, wondering just why it was so dark within the walls of this safe haven. Death hoped this was all some trick that the mad man had come up with, but the feeling in her gut told her otherwise…
“Welcome home… Deathie…” A dark voice whispered from behind the crimson haired girl. It was Berry, but the glow of his eyes told her that her instincts were true. He was hunting her…
“Mizter Berry, v’at… are ju doing?” The girl responded, resisting the urge to cower in fear. The demon of a man took a step close to her, only the outline of his large body and the slight contours of his face shone in the moonlight.
“You have fascinated me for too long, Girlie. Too long that I have wondered about the thoughts that run through that pretty little head of yours…” His voice was frightening, and this was the first time she had ever witnessed this side of her accomplice.
“V’at do ju mean?...” Her teal eyes darted from his glowing red ones that were merely a foot away.
“I think we both know very well what I mean… Death.” Never had the girl been so frightened in all of her existance. And she knew he was going to kill her.. Every cell in her body was screaming for her to run, to get away, but her mind was having a hard time comprehending that the man she had fallen for was going to kill her.
The blonde haired male stepped towards her, she stepped back; trying desperately to keep the small distance between them.
“N-nein! Ju can’t!” She squeaked, backing away from him until her back hit the white painted wall, which was chipping and in about the same horrid condition as the rest of the shack. That fact about this that scared her the most was how uncharacteristically serious he was..
“Oh, Death, bleed once again for me… For our strange little dance is nearly through… My power over you, Girlie… grows stronger yet!” He ran his hand over her marred cheek, almost as if a lover. But his other hand was aiming a dagger at her.
“But Berry! I am jur shadow, jur darkness.. Jur lov-” The girl was cut off by a quick stab to the stomach.
“It’s me they fear!!” He yelled, ripping the blade up to her ribcage as blood splattered his clothes. The rage in his look hurt her more than the blade itself. Her head dropped as she coughed up blood.
“Don’t turn away from me, wretch!” The mad man shrieked, stabbing her near where he heart should be. She gasped and tried to push him away, her claws digging deep into his chest. A scream escaped her scarred lips as he dug the blade deeper.
“Ah!” His face contorted into his usual deranged grin, and he let out a laugh as he shoved the blade through her and into the wall. “In all your fantasies, Girlie, you always knew it would end this way. It was always on your mind, I was always in your mind!!!” His dark, evil laughter rung through the room, sending shivers down her spine. He quickly pulled the knife, and his hand, out of her chest. His eyes lit up at the sight of her blood dripping gracefully off his fingers.
“B-berry Dear…” She coughed out, whimpering, not sure if she was even still standing. Though she was, for he had pinned her to the wall with his other arm.
“What, my Angel of Murder?” His voice wasn’t mocking, but it wasn’t sane in the slightest. Her teal eyes, now dull with pain, flicked up to his.
“V’y?” Death whispered, then coughed more blood out. This room now resembled a slaughter house, her own blood splashed everywhere and pooling quickly at their feet. Mr. Berry raised his blood drenched hand to her face, and smudged the scarlet liquid across it. Tears streamed down her face, leaving trails in the blood.
“You look so pretty paint with blood.” He said, ignoring her question. Then he stabbed her again. Another of her screams ripping it was from her throat. Those screams, it seemed, her addictive to him, so he lured another one by stabbing her neck.
“Scream, my Angel of Murder!!!” He called out, twisting the blade in her wound. Her shrieks inhuman in their haunting beauty.
“Bleed!” The blonde yelled, plunging the knife into her over and over again.
“Scream for me!!!” He was in a frenzy, lost in the pure ecstasy of the kill. Death’s own screams were now being rivaled by Mr. Berry’s maniacal laughter. The next few moment drug on as he continuously buried the sliver blade into her body, always stabbing a new spot.
“Scream!” He himself screamed at her. Blood was everywhere, and they were both covered in it. She couldn’t ever hear her own voice over the searing pain that was ripping her body apart.
“Bleed my Angel! Scream!” He stabbed the dagger directly into the chasm where her heart would have been and grinned. Moving the blade from there, he rested it against the pale skin of her neck. Her whimpers and screams quieted. That is… until he sliced her throat wide open. One final shriek of pain escaped the she crumpled onto the floor into the pool of her own crimson blood. But still, after all that…
“Ich… liebe dich… Mr. Berry…” She whispered, blood dripping from her lips.
“I love you too, Deathie.” Berry chuckled and walked away as Death drifted into the black abyss.
Opening the wooden door to the shack they lived in she looked around cautiously. It was pitch black, and the light of the moon only penetrated the inky night enough to illuminate the blurry outlines of her surroundings.
“Mizter Berry..?” Her voice sounded softly through the house. She took a few steps in, then the door slammed behind her, causing the huntress to jump slightly. “Berry Dear?” She called out again, wondering just why it was so dark within the walls of this safe haven. Death hoped this was all some trick that the mad man had come up with, but the feeling in her gut told her otherwise…
“Welcome home… Deathie…” A dark voice whispered from behind the crimson haired girl. It was Berry, but the glow of his eyes told her that her instincts were true. He was hunting her…
“Mizter Berry, v’at… are ju doing?” The girl responded, resisting the urge to cower in fear. The demon of a man took a step close to her, only the outline of his large body and the slight contours of his face shone in the moonlight.
“You have fascinated me for too long, Girlie. Too long that I have wondered about the thoughts that run through that pretty little head of yours…” His voice was frightening, and this was the first time she had ever witnessed this side of her accomplice.
“V’at do ju mean?...” Her teal eyes darted from his glowing red ones that were merely a foot away.
“I think we both know very well what I mean… Death.” Never had the girl been so frightened in all of her existance. And she knew he was going to kill her.. Every cell in her body was screaming for her to run, to get away, but her mind was having a hard time comprehending that the man she had fallen for was going to kill her.
The blonde haired male stepped towards her, she stepped back; trying desperately to keep the small distance between them.
“N-nein! Ju can’t!” She squeaked, backing away from him until her back hit the white painted wall, which was chipping and in about the same horrid condition as the rest of the shack. That fact about this that scared her the most was how uncharacteristically serious he was..
“Oh, Death, bleed once again for me… For our strange little dance is nearly through… My power over you, Girlie… grows stronger yet!” He ran his hand over her marred cheek, almost as if a lover. But his other hand was aiming a dagger at her.
“But Berry! I am jur shadow, jur darkness.. Jur lov-” The girl was cut off by a quick stab to the stomach.
“It’s me they fear!!” He yelled, ripping the blade up to her ribcage as blood splattered his clothes. The rage in his look hurt her more than the blade itself. Her head dropped as she coughed up blood.
“Don’t turn away from me, wretch!” The mad man shrieked, stabbing her near where he heart should be. She gasped and tried to push him away, her claws digging deep into his chest. A scream escaped her scarred lips as he dug the blade deeper.
“Ah!” His face contorted into his usual deranged grin, and he let out a laugh as he shoved the blade through her and into the wall. “In all your fantasies, Girlie, you always knew it would end this way. It was always on your mind, I was always in your mind!!!” His dark, evil laughter rung through the room, sending shivers down her spine. He quickly pulled the knife, and his hand, out of her chest. His eyes lit up at the sight of her blood dripping gracefully off his fingers.
“B-berry Dear…” She coughed out, whimpering, not sure if she was even still standing. Though she was, for he had pinned her to the wall with his other arm.
“What, my Angel of Murder?” His voice wasn’t mocking, but it wasn’t sane in the slightest. Her teal eyes, now dull with pain, flicked up to his.
“V’y?” Death whispered, then coughed more blood out. This room now resembled a slaughter house, her own blood splashed everywhere and pooling quickly at their feet. Mr. Berry raised his blood drenched hand to her face, and smudged the scarlet liquid across it. Tears streamed down her face, leaving trails in the blood.
“You look so pretty paint with blood.” He said, ignoring her question. Then he stabbed her again. Another of her screams ripping it was from her throat. Those screams, it seemed, her addictive to him, so he lured another one by stabbing her neck.
“Scream, my Angel of Murder!!!” He called out, twisting the blade in her wound. Her shrieks inhuman in their haunting beauty.
“Bleed!” The blonde yelled, plunging the knife into her over and over again.
“Scream for me!!!” He was in a frenzy, lost in the pure ecstasy of the kill. Death’s own screams were now being rivaled by Mr. Berry’s maniacal laughter. The next few moment drug on as he continuously buried the sliver blade into her body, always stabbing a new spot.
“Scream!” He himself screamed at her. Blood was everywhere, and they were both covered in it. She couldn’t ever hear her own voice over the searing pain that was ripping her body apart.
“Bleed my Angel! Scream!” He stabbed the dagger directly into the chasm where her heart would have been and grinned. Moving the blade from there, he rested it against the pale skin of her neck. Her whimpers and screams quieted. That is… until he sliced her throat wide open. One final shriek of pain escaped the she crumpled onto the floor into the pool of her own crimson blood. But still, after all that…
“Ich… liebe dich… Mr. Berry…” She whispered, blood dripping from her lips.
“I love you too, Deathie.” Berry chuckled and walked away as Death drifted into the black abyss.
