When the sky turned red and cried
Imogen's gold sodden hair stuck to her pail defined face like a fresh coat of glue. In a slow and swift movement she held her slim hands aloft. As the Crimson liquid trickled down her fingers. The world was an un naturally silence apart from the dripping of the rain . she cast her eyes to the liquid pooling around her bare feet. Without warning an ear splitting scream exploded in the air. As she noticed a Girl in a once baby blue petty coat now stained ruby who convoluted and shook on the damp alley floor. Her eyes white her breathing hoarse. Her body curled in the foetus formation and the agonising screams coming from her small lips was devastating. Suddenly her spasms subsided and she stood like a puppet apron strings. Her movements fast and unearthly. Her tongue flickered in and out as she twisted her neck in order to view her surroundings. The constant dripping in Imogen's head was deafening. The girl catching sight of Imogen scrambled forwards. Imogen looked high all had come to pass the sky had turned red and cried the blood of many.