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Just a pretty face.

Cobalt Gamer

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Just a pretty face.

I remember her, more then anyone else. I don't know why, I doubt I shall ever truly know the answer to that, but her's is the face that still haunts my dreams. It was summer when I first saw her, so pretty, so young, so full of life and ambitions, not any more though. She changed over the time I knew her, she grew into more of a monster then myself, a pity really, she always seemed like one of the good people. The first time I saw her I knew she was the one, she plagued my dreams, my thoughts, my entire life. Not a second did go by that she was not on my mind, I knew it, deep down, I knew she was the one. As time passed I saw her more frequently, at the shops, around the town, some times with large groups of friends but more often then not just with one or two. They were always in the way. I thought she would never be rid of them, rechid, awful creatures they were, but few become 1 as time passed, then one became none. I knew that everything would work out at that point, everything would be good and finally, I'd be at peace, that day finally came. She was walking home alone in the cold dark streets, she was very wary which made my job all the more difficult. I kept my distance and made sure to not be noticed, she turned into an alley way and that's when I struck, I ran faster then light and turned that corner, she was right in front of me, crying. That once pretty face and happy smile that made my blood tingle, was gone. She was leaned up against a wall, crying like she had just been told her family were all dead and she was being taken into care by an evil family or something stupid like that, she turned to me and said "oh sorry" as she wiped her eye's "I didn't think anyone would be coming down here." I paused for a moment and looked at her, this once amazing woman, who I had dreamed about for months now finally before me, I couldn't move, my throat closed up and I just stared at her with bright blue eye's. "Are you okay?" she asked, such compassion, caring about a complete stranger even though she was in tears, I looked down for a brief moment and then back up, my eye's were jet black and my teeth as sharp as daggers, she screamed and tried to run but she could not out run me, I grabbed her by the arm and threw her against the wall, I had broken her arm and she slumped down on the floor. She began crying again, tears did not affect me, I was a creature of evil but something she said made me stop dead. Just as I was about to rip her neck out she said something in my ear. " Please, just make it quick. I don't want to live in this world anyway..." I paused for a moment, in shock and disbelief, I grabbed her by the throat and pinned her closer to the wall, she did not cry out, nor did she beg for her life, I let her go of my grip and fell back against the other wall, I fell to my knee's and just stared at her, she did not move. I would have thought she would try to escape, even though it would do her no good, I could out run and out strength her, why did she just sit there motionless. We stared at each other for a minute or two when she stood up, I jumped up assuming she was going to run away but the strangest thing happened, she ran over and kissed me, her lips were soft and her touch was gentle. I stood there confused and sad, this girl had awakened something inside my once dead heart, I felt something run down my cheek, It was a tear, for once I felt remorse for my life, I could see all the faces of the people I had killed, because of her! I pushed her away and pinned her up against the wall, She froze from the shock and I lunged at her, I tore out her neck, he skin so soft her flesh so inviting, her blood so delicious. I drained her of her blood and left her on the floor. That pretty face was still there, but in the last moments of her life, I had realised it was all meaningless, her pretty face was just that, a silly little pretty face, because underneath it all, she was as dead as me.

Some new writing by yours truly :3
 
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