TEEN: - Ongoing Bloodstained

[Midorikawa]

Just a short story I wrote for creative writing.

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He stared down at the boy lying at his feet, studying the ferret mask over the boy’s face, the colors brown and tan painted in the style of Japanese animal mask, and what seemed to be long brown fur came from it and covered the back of his head. He ignored the ferret’s growl by the boy’s side in favor of looking at the red that adorned all three of them. He stared at his hand, emotionless, unable to process yet what had happened.

“This is why you should come back.” His head jolted towards the sound of a female voice, instantly recognizing the kitsune mask with its long white fur. He knew that under the masks, were the faces of a sixteen year old boy, and a seventeen year old girl. He knew them well from his past with them, his past that finally clicked into place with the current situation. It had caught up to him, had come back to haunt him and steal him back.

“No,” he shook his head. “No, no, no, nononononono, NO!” he screamed out at the top of his lungs, fear evident in his voice. “Never. Never again. I won’t. I won’t come back.” He could feel his breathing become heavy, his heart beat increase.

“You can’t change Grima. You are one of us. No you are superior, our leader, the one most special to all of us, especially him,” she put her hands over her heart, her voice aching with admiration and love for Grima.

“No you’re wrong. It’s sick, all of it is sick. You are all sick, especially him. You are right about one thing: I am superior because I left it behind, I left it all behind.

“Are you sure about that?” she nodded her head at the other boy still on the ground.

“Y-yes,” he stuttered out, his voice making it clear that he was lying to not only her but himself.

“If you say so,” she sang. He turned on his heels and at started walking, and then running. His destination a nearby academy. Once there, he ran to a bathroom, careful to avoid being seen. He washed and washed himself. He scrubbed his skin close to raw to remove the red from it, leaving the red to swirl down the drain. When he finished he looked in the mirror at his shoulder length black hair and black eyes. They were ruined. His right eye’s right half had been taken by the red, the hair on his front right was now a red stripe with scattered bits around it.

He screamed. He screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice strained with pain, and horror. Horror at what he had done, horror at his past returning, horror at being Grima. He screamed the worst scream ever heard at the academy.

 

[Midorikawa]

Well since this is not archived, perfect for me to post in rather than a new thread. I did a challenge where I had to write out an emotion, and I chose Horror. It's basically Bloodstained redone. So feel free to comment. Did I show the horror he's feeling well? What do you think of the style I chose to write in? Etc.

Emotion: Horror

Red.
Why were they all covered in red? Why? He couldn’t remember. All he could see was red. It was on his hands, on his clothes, on him. It was on them both. Why? Why did Copoi have blood on him? Why?
Red.
It was everywhere. On him, on Copoi, on Z, on Tomodachi. Everywhere.
Red.
All over his chest. All over Copoi’s chest.
Red.
Why was Tomodachi growling at him? What was the cause of it?
Red.
He had to. He had to. He had to what?
Red.
He had to get out of there. He had to.
Red.
He stumbled through the forest, the red covering the trees. There was something black following him, something black covered in it.
Red.
The doors. He couldn’t touch them. If he did then they would be red too.
Red.
Like his hands.
Red.
Like what covered him.
Red.
He couldn’t get it on anything else. He couldn’t, he couldn’t, he couldn’t.
Red.
His shirt.
Red.
It wasn’t completely red. He could use part of it. The part that wasn’t red.
Red.
He could see it dripping, getting on the floor. He could not take it, he nearly fell. He saw black covered with red. That red covered black figure was all that prevented the walls from turning red. That figure was keeping the floors clean from the horrid color.
Red.
It wouldn’t stop beating through his head. The color was all over. He couldn’t take it. The bathroom seemed so far away, the showers so far away, even though he knew they were only a few paces.
Red.
White. So much white. Some of it had turned red now. Why? Because he was on the floor? Did he turn the floor red? He had to get rid of it, had.
Red.
The drain. It was so red, his skin. He wanted it off. He scrubbed, and scrubbed, and scrubbed. It was pink, it was so pink from scrubbing, and the drain. It was so red. So much red. Down the drain. Changing the floor from white to red to pink. The white was covered by it. He was covered by it.
Red.
It was gone from him right? He was pink now not red. He was a natural pink now not a red pink right? He was free right?
Red.
He was free right? As he looked in the mirror he was free right?
Red.

As he looked in the mirror his black hair was no longer completely black. A red stripe that seemed as though something had splattered on him, marked the right side. The right side of his right black eye was no longer black either. It was red. It didn’t come off. He wasn’t free. He was permanently adorned with red. So he screamed, a scream that anyone within a short distance could hear.

Bloodstained.

 

[Flaze]

Hmmm it's an interesting piece to be honest. Maybe a little too short in regards to the first one since there' lot of names being mentioned but the second one is more engrossing, I think that maybe there was a lot of mentioning of the color red but I think that was the overall point in the end, it does create a sense of unease and confusion with the situation.

 

[Osprey]

"Out, damned spot!"

Sorry, that was the first thing that came to mind after reading this. I suppose that was what you were going for? Deliriously desperate thoughts reeling through the mind of someone who killed another and wants the blood off? Well, you did a good job encompassing that, especially in the redone version.

 

[Midorikawa]

Decided to attempt something new. I'm going to attempt to tell a story by using one scene in the many points of views of those in it. And with no dialogue! The second post was one view, and here's another.

She watched from her place in the tree, her white fox by her side. He had slipped up. That was good. The other one had been starting to act up and they were told to eliminate him. How perfect it was that he would do the killing for them. And he was walking away just like old times! Perfect so perfect. She wanted to follow him, to tell him how much she had missed him, and how glad she was that he was back. But she couldn’t. She had to get rid of the body, and he had to play the part of good student for a bit longer. Couldn’t raise suspicion after all.

So she jumped down from her perch, just about to take care of the body when a girl came along. Had she seen? If she had then she would have to be taken care of. The body didn’t seem to bother her though. Rather she was looking at Tomodachi. She was soothing him, soothing the feral ferret. It couldn’t be could it? Could she be one of them? Like them? No. Impossible. She would have grown up like them. It is their fate after all.

But then how did she get so close as to wipe blood off the polecat? And was that a fox? Why was a fox following her? Why? This made no sense. There were too many unknowns. That didn’t matter though. She was a witness. Her timing just had to mean she witnessed it. That meant she had to be dealt with. And so she started to walk towards her, ready to commit the deed that must be done. She was entirely ready, for a few moments. And then a scream split the night.