I just finished writing this on Dusk... I just wrote to write. I came up with this in about 15-20 minutes.
Uvana walked slowly and elegantly down the street, as if it had been a red carpet rolled out specifically for her. The gunfire and screams of pure terror were the cheers of the crowd and paparazzi. The flashlights flashing and spinning wildly on the streets were the cameras and spotlights, trying to capture every movement her perfect body made.
As she walked, she glorified in the blood splattered along the cemented roads and crumbled walls. It made her perfectly shaped lips curl upwards in an amused smirk. Her head turned slowly, smoothly, her beautiful eyes capturing the art of blood and murder. The wind blew, tossing her raven-black hair, the smell of a lovely death filling the air. A smell that drew you in close, then kicked you in the gut and threw you away. The smell clung to her skin, velvet red dress, and hair; a trap.
She finally reached her destination. It was a flimsy shack, crammed between two apartment buildings. Where there should be an alley, there was none, only a door. She walked up to it, and knocked on it, almost giggling, an ironic excitement circling around her presence. No one answered, as expected, and she opened the door. She walked in slowly, deliberately, glancing around the small interior. Everything had been thrown around, torn. An obvious distraction.
She cautiously walked around the house until she found what she was looking for. Her foot, shoe-less, bumped into the edge of a trapdoor not properly closed. She smiled to herself, whispering, "Found you..."
The smile disappeared almost as fast as the shotgun appeared.
Detailed. Kinda reminds me of WET a little bit.
dont be a freak. XD
