Leslie laughed and blew a kiss to Alain; she thought of him as a surrogate brother and had told him as much when she took him to her secret spot. The air was crisp and fresh, the sun just barely peeking over the trees with their new leaves and flower buds dotting the branches. They walked along through the already tall grass of the field that led to the forest where her secret spot awaited.
Leslie laughed and grabbed at Alain?s hand, urging him to move faster; to run with her.
?It?s not much further, Alain??
Suddenly, the scene changed. It was dark and Leslie was crying. She was seated in a chair, her vibrant pink hair covering her face. A spike was driven through her hand. She screamed.
?Do you know why I want to go, Sage?? Leslie?s pink hair fluttered in the light breeze that came from behind her.
?Yes, but you?re so young, Les?.? Her older brother, many inches taller than her and with the same bright pink colored hair stood before the barely 18 year old. He held her hands in his own and stared at the ground.
?I have to find him, Sage. I have to.?
It was dark again. Sobs echoed eerily inside the black; the smell of blood was thick in the air. Leslie?s head lifted and stared straight ahead, her eyes bulging freakishly. She said something, but it was as if the sound was on mute. Her lips continued to move and suddenly her head was ripped backwards as if by some invisible blow. Blood poured from her mouth.
Leslie cradled something in her hands gently as she sat on the porch steps of Cassandra?s house. Her sandaled feet tapped out a rhythm on the ground, stopping as the sound of footsteps approached. Cassandra stood behind Leslie, peering down into her younger sister?s lap where a little yellow duckling was cradled. Leslie beamed.
A small girl with bright blue hair waded in the surf, waving to someone out further in the water. She wore her hair in pigtails, no older than 6 or 7. It was a mostly empty beach on which she stood, one that stretched on as far as the eye could see in either direction. Palm trees were scattered in the distance and a few houses dotting the hills in the far off distance.
A man came up behind the girl and scooped her into his arms, pressing a kiss to her cheek. He was a large man with broad shoulders, a wide chest and strong arms. Large white wings were folded against his back, his wet hair dripping onto the little girls face as he nuzzled her.
?I love you, Leslie.?
?I love you too, Daddy.?
Dark. It was so dark. Her cries continued to echo on around her, even after Leslie had grown quiet. There was an image in a mirror. It was Leslie. She cried for her ?Daddy? and struggled against her bonds: the spikes driven through her flesh.
?This is it.?
?We?re here??
?Yes. My flowers.? Leslie tugged Alain towards a small patch of earth in a large clearing. She?d promised to take him here and show him where she spent most of her time. A stream ran along one side, tripping and bubbling over rocks and sticks along it?s path. Tall trees surrounded the clearing on every side , yet allowed ample amount of light to shine through to her flower garden. And oh, what a garden it was. Every single flower you could imagine, and some you couldn?t, grew on the small patch of dirt Leslie had portioned out.
?It?s where I come to think.?
?I can see why you?d come here.?
?I love you, Alain.? She hugged him.
Alain smiled.
And again, the scene changed. What was once a bright, happy memory now turned to an image likely to scar one for life. The mangled body of the 18 year old sat limply in her chair. There were voices? not easily distinguishable. They were neither male nor female. There were hands, but they were faded, just hands? no arms. They touched her body. Leslie screamed.
?Alain, come on! Chase me!? The carefree, social butterfly that she was laughed merrily as she ran ahead of him through the field, her long white dress billowing out behind her with each step taken. Laughing wildly as Alain did as he was bade, Leslie led him on a merry chase until they reached the woods.
Leslie turned to him and her smile faded. ?Why aren?t you chasing me anymore, Alain??
She reached for him, but the space between then stretched apart. ?Alain,? Leslie shouted, her voice cracking in terror. The woods behind her, the field surrounding them, and the blue sky above melted away. ?Alain, please! Come to me!? She began to cry and then she fell as their surroundings melted into black. Her screams echoed as she continued to hold her hands out to Alain, falling? falling? crying.
She was back in the chair again, an odd expression on her mangled face. Her body surged against her restraints as she cried out. It looked grotesquely like she was having a seizure of sorts. Finally, her body sagged against the chair, her head lolling to the side. The corners of her mouth turned up in a soft smile?and her eyes grew dark.
Her voice echoed through the scene: her dead body surrounded by three others standing around her. ?I need you.?
Leslie laughed and grabbed at Alain?s hand, urging him to move faster; to run with her.
?It?s not much further, Alain??
Suddenly, the scene changed. It was dark and Leslie was crying. She was seated in a chair, her vibrant pink hair covering her face. A spike was driven through her hand. She screamed.
?Do you know why I want to go, Sage?? Leslie?s pink hair fluttered in the light breeze that came from behind her.
?Yes, but you?re so young, Les?.? Her older brother, many inches taller than her and with the same bright pink colored hair stood before the barely 18 year old. He held her hands in his own and stared at the ground.
?I have to find him, Sage. I have to.?
It was dark again. Sobs echoed eerily inside the black; the smell of blood was thick in the air. Leslie?s head lifted and stared straight ahead, her eyes bulging freakishly. She said something, but it was as if the sound was on mute. Her lips continued to move and suddenly her head was ripped backwards as if by some invisible blow. Blood poured from her mouth.
Leslie cradled something in her hands gently as she sat on the porch steps of Cassandra?s house. Her sandaled feet tapped out a rhythm on the ground, stopping as the sound of footsteps approached. Cassandra stood behind Leslie, peering down into her younger sister?s lap where a little yellow duckling was cradled. Leslie beamed.
A small girl with bright blue hair waded in the surf, waving to someone out further in the water. She wore her hair in pigtails, no older than 6 or 7. It was a mostly empty beach on which she stood, one that stretched on as far as the eye could see in either direction. Palm trees were scattered in the distance and a few houses dotting the hills in the far off distance.
A man came up behind the girl and scooped her into his arms, pressing a kiss to her cheek. He was a large man with broad shoulders, a wide chest and strong arms. Large white wings were folded against his back, his wet hair dripping onto the little girls face as he nuzzled her.
?I love you, Leslie.?
?I love you too, Daddy.?
Dark. It was so dark. Her cries continued to echo on around her, even after Leslie had grown quiet. There was an image in a mirror. It was Leslie. She cried for her ?Daddy? and struggled against her bonds: the spikes driven through her flesh.
?This is it.?
?We?re here??
?Yes. My flowers.? Leslie tugged Alain towards a small patch of earth in a large clearing. She?d promised to take him here and show him where she spent most of her time. A stream ran along one side, tripping and bubbling over rocks and sticks along it?s path. Tall trees surrounded the clearing on every side , yet allowed ample amount of light to shine through to her flower garden. And oh, what a garden it was. Every single flower you could imagine, and some you couldn?t, grew on the small patch of dirt Leslie had portioned out.
?It?s where I come to think.?
?I can see why you?d come here.?
?I love you, Alain.? She hugged him.
Alain smiled.
And again, the scene changed. What was once a bright, happy memory now turned to an image likely to scar one for life. The mangled body of the 18 year old sat limply in her chair. There were voices? not easily distinguishable. They were neither male nor female. There were hands, but they were faded, just hands? no arms. They touched her body. Leslie screamed.
?Alain, come on! Chase me!? The carefree, social butterfly that she was laughed merrily as she ran ahead of him through the field, her long white dress billowing out behind her with each step taken. Laughing wildly as Alain did as he was bade, Leslie led him on a merry chase until they reached the woods.
Leslie turned to him and her smile faded. ?Why aren?t you chasing me anymore, Alain??
She reached for him, but the space between then stretched apart. ?Alain,? Leslie shouted, her voice cracking in terror. The woods behind her, the field surrounding them, and the blue sky above melted away. ?Alain, please! Come to me!? She began to cry and then she fell as their surroundings melted into black. Her screams echoed as she continued to hold her hands out to Alain, falling? falling? crying.
She was back in the chair again, an odd expression on her mangled face. Her body surged against her restraints as she cried out. It looked grotesquely like she was having a seizure of sorts. Finally, her body sagged against the chair, her head lolling to the side. The corners of her mouth turned up in a soft smile?and her eyes grew dark.
Her voice echoed through the scene: her dead body surrounded by three others standing around her. ?I need you.?