My body whipped around as I heard applauding from behind me. Had
I been caught, or was it just applause from the end of the show?
No, I wouldn't be able to hear such a thing from out hear, it
would be muffled. It was a single, deep clap from a male who
appeared to be thirty years old, which made him thirteen years
older than myself.
Nothing but fear ran through my body. The adrenaline which once
existed in my veins was now gone. "I like how clean that cut is,"
He said with a smirk and my face dropped. My eyes wandered back
to the bulky man who now lays motionless, breathless and cold.
The slash across his throat was quick and it was as easy shot for
It helps hiding your blade on the inside of your jacket. The line
was perfectly straight so I'm guessing I have a sturdy hand.
"I've seen your work," The man told me, bringing me to confusion.
What does he mean he's seen my work?
All I do for a living is draw while at home. Draw and design
dresses. On the odd occassion I do archery out back, but my house
is so seculded and is a large place. But this is the first person
I've killed! "I have men on the inside of your house. They work
for you and me. Well I guess they worked for your parents first,
but now that they're deceased I gu-"
"Stay out of my parents death," I spat as I looked down at the
man who lay by my feet. His bloody was now pooling around his
body and it was disgusting. Whatever drove me to do such a thing
Two years ago, my parents were brutally murdered in front of my
eyes by the man who now lays by my feet. In this city, murder
isn't anything new or scary. Actually, it's common here but only
really during the times of nine at night up until dawn.
Trilox is a frightening place to live if you don't know how to
fight. If you don't know how to fight, well, you're screwed. Was
this man standing before planning on killing me, or just here to
admire my work? Slashing throats isn't anything impressive. It's
just quick and easy.
This man with hair that matched the same color of the blood
gushing from the body took long strides towards me. There's no
way that's natural. But no one in this city seems to be natural.
There are people around with some freaky body modifications. I've
always sworn I'd never do any form of body modifications to
myself. I'd only use the assistance of make up and hair color.
My lilac colored hair whipped around my face as I turned to make
a break for it. It wasn't my time to die. Besides killing that
man, I haven't done anything bad in my life.
A strong hand clamped onto my wrist and I was easily pulled up so
I dangled in the air. Loud shrieks of terror passed my lips, but
no one listened. It was just another death that no one would care
about in the morning. I began trashing around trying to get out
of this grip. Of course I'd go falling to the floor, but I want
to get away.
It was no use, he was much stronger than I am. He must have been
at least been a foot taller than myself. It was easy for him to
carry me two feet above the ground with only one hand. "Shut up
little flower," The man said and I spat in his face. There was no
reaction from him! How dare he call me little flower!
As he walked out of the alley with me dangling there, thrashing
around like a fish out of water, people just stared. They really
don't care. There is so much not right with the city of Trilox.
People look at the man carrying me and as he pulls out a small
flask from the pocket of his dress pants.
Amazingly with one hand he was capable of twisting off the cap
and tossing it to the side. I hadn't noticed I was actually
watching his every move until his shinging silver eyes looked up
at me. My eyes widened. It's poison. He's going to poison me!
The strong hand let go of my wrist and I went flying to the
ground. My body landed on the ground with a thud and my head
whacked of the pavement. There's no doubt that there's going to
be a large bump. I tried to get up to run, but before I could
even get an inch of the ground there was a sudden heaviness on my
When I looked up, I saw the large man sitting on me. This was it!
The flask was held above my head and as much as I tried to smack
his hands away it was just no use. I didn't want to be murdered,
but atleast it wont be as bad as my parents death, right?
No, I'm still being murdered. Who's going to avenge my death? No
one. I have no other family. I don't even have friends. But I
have no choice but to accept my fate now.
What am I thinking?! I can't let myself die this easily! My lips
pressed tight together, refusing to let the poison go even enter
my mouth. But I hadn't thought of his options. With no struggle
at all he managed to plug my nostrils shut, leaving my lungs
burning for air after a good thirty seconds. My mouth opened and
I sucked in a large breath of air, but the same time I did the
flask was pressed to my lips and tilted up.
At first this poison tasted like strawberries, until there was an
acid taste to it. My mouth and throat were burning. The man stood
up off of me and stared at me. I rolled over onto my side, my
arms wrapped tightly around my stomach as I began trying to
regurgitate the poison from my body.
The affect of this poison was horrible on me. My tongue was as
dry and rough as sand paper, head spinning, body quivering. At
first, my body was burning hot and I was sweating like I would
after running for hours. After a few moments of the heat my body
started to coold down. But as it cooled, I began curling up in a
ball. It felt like it was now twenty below.
My eyes shut tight and I was hoping I'd open my eyes. When I open
my eyes, I'll be at home with breakfast waiting for me at the end
of my bed. But when I open my eyes, I'm still on the pavement, my
vision is starting to go foggy. As I breath through my mouth, I
can see my breath. This is finally it.
I can feel people watching me as I die. It's a scary thought.
Karma really does come around and bite you right in the butt!
"Oedipus!" Is the last word I manage to bring out as the male
leans down to look me in the eyes. It took a small challenge to
make out the face, but with hair that shade of read, it's hard to
not tell who he is.
My breathing became shallow and everything went black. It was
scaring me. The last thing I heard was "Little Flower" before I'm
pretty sure I died.
The pillow my face was pressed into still had the aroma of
vanilla shampoo. Curiously, I lifted my head looking at the
pillow that was incased in a cream colored sation cover. I'm in
my bed? Quickly, I turned over onto my back, sitting right up.
Was it all just a dream? I reached aroud behind my head running
my fingertips there. A bump is there, and it hurts. That must
have gotten there as soon as my head made contact with the
ground. Slowly, I moved my hands back onto my lap. The satin
sheets that were on my bare legs were soft against my skin. It
How did I even get home? I feel like I've been sleeping for
months from how stiff my body is. When I looked around my room,
everything was as I left it. Breakfast sat at the end of the bed
like usual. Maybe it all was a dream. Did I really kill a man?
Did a man with bloody red hair try to poison me? I huffed and
crawled forwards to the tray pulling it to me.
Now that I pay more attention, my mouth and throat are still
burning. Maybe eating will help it. As soon as I grab my fork my
stomach rumbles loudly. Right away, I loose all appetite.
Even the sight of them makes me nauseas. I can feel the acid from
the bile in my throat as I scurry off the bed and into the
direction of my personal bathroom, but I don't make it. My
muscles in my abdoment, arms and legs began convulsing as I hurl
out the acidic bile.
My attnetion tuns over to the door. "Raven..." The name came out
in a whisper, calling for my maid. The maid who has also been my
best friend for awhile. Maybe if I had died, she would have been
the one to avenge my death... No. Too innocent.
"Raven," I called just a little bit louder, but she still
wouldn't be able to hear me while I'm this quiet.
I began crawling towards the double doors, avoiding the bile as
much as possible. "Raven!" I now shouted as loud as I possbily
could. This time, a girl with powder blue hair and eyes to match
came charging in.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at the girl in the flimsy
cream colored dress that made her look like she was floating,
charged in. "Miss?" Raven questioned as I fell to the ground on
my side. My arms were weak and they just lay on the ground in
front of me, weak yet they feel as if though they feel a thousand
I let out pleading cries wanting this pain in my stomache to
stop. Raven had to help me up off the ground with some struggle.
It wasn't easy. My body was so feeble right now it seemed to take
an eternity to get me back to the bed. My breakfast still sat
there and I avoided looking at the strawberries. Ever since I was
poisoned, I'm guessing, I can't even look at strawberries.
My once favorite fruit is now practically the most deadly fruit
on the face of the earth. "Do you want to eat your strawberries?
I know they're your favorite," Raven asked as she rathered the
tray off the bed. My muscles tensed right up and I leaned over
the side of the bed spewing out more bile.
Raven had an expression of pure horror. This was something she
never experienced from me. The word made the taste of the poison
reappeared in my mouth. "No! Get them out!" I hollered at Raven
for the first time ever. Right away I began feeling guilty.
Never before have I even the thought of yelling at Raven. "Yes,
Miss," Raven said as she left my bedroom with the tray. All I did
was lay there in bed. My body was burning up again like it had
when I drank the poison.
Was that strawberry tasting acid really even poison? I'm curious
to find this man and find out what happened to me.
Although I know I'll get a mouthful from Raven from leaving bed I
managed to pull myself up again. My legs swung over the side and
before I could tell myself not to, I was standing up, making my
way to the door. My first stop would be to go downstairs and find
Dolson, my god-father.
If it wasn't for him and Raven living in the house, I would feel
lonely all the time. "Dolson?" I called through the hallway as I
walked to the stairs. It's possible he'll be in the sitting room
reading the Trilox Phantom while on the plush red velvet love
There was no response from the elder male. At least not to me
anyways. I could hear his laughter from downstairs. Curiosity got
the better of me. There was never anything interesting in the
Phantom, which means someone must be over. Who would come over?
Besides Raven, Dolson, some other workers and myself never really
stepped foot inside the house. Being as silent as I could, I made
my way to the sitting room where the two voices were coming from.
Dolson and another male sounded like they were reminicing on the
"How long has it really been since we last spent any lengthy time
together besides last night?" Dolson asked the man who sat in the
room with him. I stood outside the sitting room, waiting for the
right time to walk into the room.
There was a small pause and a huff. "I think just before Little
Flower was born," That voice... I would have been able to
recoginize the voice from anywhere! "She's a true born fighter,
just like her father was."
The man who poisoned me has no right to speak of my father like
they were best friends! I don't even know who this man is! "Yes
well, she'll always be like that," Dolson said in agreement. It
was shocking to hear Dolson say such a thing about me.
Finally, things became so outrageous that I just walked right
into the room, giving them both a blank expression. "Ah! Little
Flower!" The man said a grin as if though he were pleased to see
My expression turned sour as I looked at him. Whoever he is.
Dolson turned to face me with a grin. I don't mind if he's
pleased to see me, but I want nothing to do with this other man.
Fiery red hair has been slicked back and those silver eyes showed
he's nothing but trouble! His eyes are lined in a layer of green
eye shadow and when he speaks there's dimples. Not natural.
They're man made dimples.
Recent too, because even when he doesn't speak or smile dimples
are there. "Darling, this is Jovie Cerqa," Dolson said gesturing
to the man who sat across from him in a large white leather arm
Jovie Cerqa, the man who witnessed me kill a person, the man who
poisoned me and the man who is now acting as if though none of it
The blood haired man rose from the chair, striding towards me
like he had last night. My eyes widened and I instinctively stood
a step back in fear of him. Am I to trust him? No! Trust him? Why
that's just too funny!
My eyes scanned the room, looking for the small sea foam green
pack. It didn't take long until I noticed them sitting on the
crystal table that was meant to be shapped like an eyeball. It
almost scared me, but it was useful.
There was an evil smile plastered on his lips and I managed to
dodge his hug. He must be kidding me! I ran to the crystal
eyeball, lifing up the sea foam green package. Dolson's face
dropped. He watched me, thinking I was kidding.
I wasn't. I stayed calm as I opened the top of the package with
no hesitations. There sat seven cigarettes with green filters,
giving it a minty flavor. Sometimes you got to love how much
companies push smoking now.
Luckily for me, the strawberry filtered cigarettes aren't sitting
out. "Darling, you aren't serious, are you?" Dolson asked and I
stared at him as I gingerly pulle out one of the sticks. I made
it very clear that I was serious as I placed the green filter
between my pale pink lips.
The silver lighter sat on the table and before Dolson had the
chance too, I snatched it up. It didn't take much to ignite the
lighter before setting the flame over the tip of the cigarette.
As I did, I inhaled the minty smoke looking at Dolson. As I
exhaled the smoke, I noticed it was green as well.
There was silence in the room and I looked at the two
nonchalantly. I saw no problem with what I was doing. It's the
year 2017, by this day in age, they can fix nearly everything. Of
course it usually costs a pretty penny. It's okay though for me,
my family has always been wealthy.
My parents were music producers. World famous at that. Other
producers got jealous and that's why their dead. "I'm sure
smoking can come back into style. I mean, murder and poisoning
seems to be in style," I said with a simple shrug.
Still, silence filled the room. It didn't bother me, I'd just go
back to my room and prepare myself for whatever is to come today.
I've never really followed any set schedules so I always seem to
go with it. "Little Flower, where are you off to?" Jovie asked me
and as I walked past him to head back upstairs I scowled.
My entire body turned to face him. "You will not call me Little
Flower, you will call me by my name," I demanded feeling enraged
that he still had the guts to call me "Little Flower".
Jovie looked at me with a smile. "My sincerest apologizes,
Snowelle," Jovie said with a smirk. I was nearly ready to explode
but before I could say anything, I placed the filter back in
between my lips.
That's right, my name is Snowelle. I guess my parents loved the
idea of snow and on the night I was born, it snowed for the first
time. At least the first time for them. It snows all the time
now. It's ridiculous.
As I acsended the stairs, I paid no more attention to the world.
I was only determined to go back to my room. Of course, it didn't
go as planned. Raven stopped me in the hall with a short, fluffy
skirt the color of pearls drapped over her arms. "It's a big day
today!" Raven exclaimed and I stared at her in confusion.
What's today? "You should had remembered, I have it on your
cellphone's planner," Raven said with a huff and I blushed
deeply. Raven went through the trouble of putting an important
date into my phone and I hadn't even checked it! "Miss, it's the
day of your clothing lines launch," Raven told me and I nearly
How could I forget such a thing? Oh yes, I was poisoned. Not
exactly my fault than. "I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed seeming a tad
bit sad. Raven has been one of the only people I've shown
emotions too since my parents death.
Raven pushed the apology aside and hurried me into my room. I'm
guessing we didn't have much time for me to get ready the way she
made me rush in the bath. Since my parents death, Raven has been
the one to wash my hair. Sure I'm a grown girl and I'm fully
capable of it but Raven's always been there to do it. Plus, I
like feeling like a child again.
All the shampoo was rinsed out of my hair with the golden shower
head as I sat in the tub to match. "Let's get going, your robe is
next to the tub," Raven said as she stood up right and cracked
her back. I always told her it was such a dirty habit, but I'd
let her be.
I waited until Raven was out of the room before I stood up from
the bubbled water and grabbed the robe that matches the color of
my hair. I wrapped it tightly around my body and tied it in place
with the belt.
It was time for me to allow Raven to mess with my body. She would
probably highlight my cheek bones, collar bones and legs in pure
powdered gold. It's nothing new. That's how she usually makes me
appear when I go out to formal affairs. My eyes would be dressed
up with white eyeshadow that has sparkles to highlight my eyes.
The large false lashes that are broidered with diamonds help too.
Raven stood waiting for me at my stool with the blow dryer and
hair brush in hand. It always made her happy, being able to use
me as her own little Barbie doll. But barbies don't seem to be
common anymore this day in age. Maybe it's because everyone here
in Trilox is all pastel and plastic, just like Barbie.
I sighed happily before sitting in the stool, allowing my dear
friend to do what she does best.
By the time Raven was done with me, I actually didn't recognize
myself this time. She had out-done herself now! Sure the parts of
my boy she normally highlights are done like usual, but now she
has actually caused me to look like I'm atleast twenty. My
saphire eyes that are accented with silver flecks stand right out
with my eye lids beign completely covered in what seems to be
Of course the false eyelashes are there, it would be weird if
they weren't. My lips were a soft pink and my hair was curled to
a new extreme. My hair that once down to the middle of my back
now stuck out in curls to my shoulders with pearl woven in here
and there. The dress I was wearing patched the pearls. It was a
wonderful dress. It was a tutu skirt that sent sparkles
everywhere with each step and the bust was embroidered in pearls.
"Snowelle, you're so beautiful," Raven told me as she pushed a
single lace glove onto my right hand and bracelets onto the left.
My nails were even perfectly manicured.
Raven was the beautiful one and I've always admired her. "Thank
you, Raven," I said with a grin and curtsied carefully in the
stilletoes I've been put into.
The powder blue haired girl motioned for me to turn and I did so,
with a huge grin. "Did you hear who your date is?" Raven asked as
I stopped spinning to admire myself in the mirror.
I have a date? That I don't know about? "No... Who?" I asked
curiously. I'm almost worried that Raven will say my date is
Great. I'm stuck with him. I turned to face Raven with a sigh.
"That man poisoned me with some strawberry tasting acid last
night and I swear I was going to die," I told Raven. The first
person I did tell.
Raven paused for a moment before laughing. "No! Mr. Dolson was
looking for you last night, worried, so he sent Mr. Cerqa out
with that sleep cuncoction to put you to sleep so you would come
home," Raven explained and I felt guilty.
I still believed that whatever it was is poison. I wanted to
smack my hands to my face, but I was worried that I would ruin
Raven's wonderful job. "I guess I have to deal with him," I said
taking in a deep breath. With some struggle I walked to the door
of my bedroom, pulling it open.
There stood Jovie, ready to knock with the back of his hand. The
two of us were dressed the same and he looked at me with a smirk.
"Cute," Jovie said before walking along. This would be the most
horrid night of my entire life even though it's suppose to be
Even though I despise him, as I followed Jovie I could help but
admire the pearl white suit we wears with the diamond collar of
the jacket and the pearl tie. His eyes are outlined in a powdered
diamond like mine. There's no doubt that he's a beautiful man,
but he's evil. "Let's go," Jovie said sourly and I scoffed.
He didn't have to be so rude, but outside waited a white hummer
limosine. Impressive. I grinned and hurried to the limo as the
driver opened the door for the two of us. It was mandatory that I
entered first, but I had no problems with that. It means he has
to be a gentleman once we arrive that the festive hall downtown.
The door shut and it wasn't long before we began moving. Behind
us, Raven and Dolson were in their own car. "You poisoned me," I
pointed out, trying to break the silence.
Jovie smirked, looking over at you. "I did not poison you, I
merely putting you to sleep with some disgusting acidic formula,"
Jovie told me before looking over at the mini fridge. It opened
with ease and out came a craft brewed bottle of beer.
If he's a drunk, I wont be shocked. I rolled my eyes and looked
out one of the many tinted windows. "You didn't have to be so
rough with putting me to sleep, next time tell me who you are," I
said coldy and kept my arms at my sides, hating this man more
Jovie didn't seem to pleased to be here with me, but I could
careless. I don't want to be here with him either!
The entire car ride to the festive hall was silent except for the
sound of Jovie chugging down the beer. It's almost repulsive. The
car came to a halt after a good half hour and I was almost
relieved until I remembered that Jovie's my date. A loud
irritated sigh passed my mouth as the door opened.
"Shut up and smile," was the last thing I heard before being
blinded by dozens of camera flashes around me. All I have to do
is smile and get the day over and done with.