A Time to Kill

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Ann is a 12 year old girl. She wears solid colors and a matching bow in her hair. She never seems to lose her composure and doesn’t say much. She is very strong for her age and very bright.

Submitted: January 02, 2012

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A Time to Kill

  Ann is a 12 year old girl.  She wears solid colors and a matching bow in her hair.  She never seems to lose her composure and doesn’t say much.  She is very strong for her age and very bright. Her room is simple with a desk, dresser, closet, and a bed in the far corner.  On the desk sits an ant farm containing the worlds most lethal and dangerous ant species; siafu.  The siafu are totally blind and eat animals and sometimes people.  They build temporary nests from living ants with their strong legs.  These African ants eat everything in their way.  They have the largest brain to body ratio, two stomachs, and can carry up to 20 times their body weight.She looks at these ants every night before she goes to sleep, around three.  She is just like normal people except for her all too real dreams that scare her.  Her dream tonight will violently push her from the accepted “sanity” of society into the passionate whirlwind of insanity… this tale starts in her room and with it the going down of the Sun accompanied by those vivid night mares ...

Standing and shivering violently, she looks at her friend, Bianca.  Dead.  Her body is scorched black but she is still weeping silently.  Suddenly, Ann laughs cynically.  Her laughs heighten as they cause her more pain.  Bianca’s crying sends the dark part of her soul jumping with a devilish delight.  Haggardly, Ann stumbles for the rusty ax in the corner.  The bittersweet sounds of pure agony at its best drive Ann to swiftly end the sweet harmony of death and pain.  “Hack!”  Goes the ax taking with it Bianca’s charcoal like head.  The huge piece of burnt skull rolls to Ann’s feet and she lifts it by the hair and kisses it.  The rock hard lips fuel more warm cold blooded laughter.  Her work isn’t done.  She grabs lighter fluid and matches found on a shelf. After drowning the unrecognizable mass in lighter fluid, she lights the match.  The basement is pitch dark and the light of the match drew an unusual shadow on Ann’s face, acting like a door and letting her dark side show.  She threw the match on the body and deftly flew up the stairs. She looks at the fire, and in the recesses of her mind wonders what possessed her to commit such a heinous act. “The mere ability to do so.”  She says with finality that she hopes will silence that voice in her mind forever.  Her body was coated in sweat and she smiled.  Oddly she felt at peace and walked home. The next morning she watched the news with her mother…

“Good morning New York. I’m Sandra Baker.  This morning, police found a mutilated and burned child in her basement.  Police are withholding any more information until a suspect is found.  In other news…”  “I sure hope it was no one we know.”Her mother said nervously.  “Yeah umm can you give me a ride to school today?”  Ann asked seemingly uncomfortable with where this conversation was going.  “Sure.”…

By now people had found out that the body belonged to Bianca Frasier, a girl that went to Lincoln Middle School and had many friends, including Ann.  A funeral was made and a suspect went unfound.  Ann hated funerals and sat there bored wishing she could be somewhere else.  “Why can’t they just let her die?”  She thought angrily.  The only part she looked forward to was seeing the body.  Unfortunately the casket was closed.  She went home and slept. She smiled as she slipped into her dream world from hell.  In her dream she had the foreboding feeling that she was in trouble.  Suddenly, a high pitched scream pierced her ears and shook her brain.  She ran in a field soaked with blood. She looked down at her feet and realized that blades took the place of the grass.  Still she ran stabbing her feet and screaming in pain.  She knew she couldn’t stop now; she had a deep wrenching fear planted in her withering soul.  While running she attempted to turn her head a gaze upon her pursuer and saw fire red rain setting the city line ablaze.  Still faster and faster she ran her feet turning into bloody stumps and trying to be lighter on what was left of her feet was making it worse.In the coming horizon she saw a cave, and her mother was standing outside of if it yelling towards her. “Ann, darling come on you can make it!”  Ann almost stopped and fell.  With the last bit of strength, she sprinted to her ever beckoning mother.  For a moment, she thought this was a dream, that she would reach her mom and seek help inside the cave.  Or that in a minute, she would just vanish and when she woke up she would call her mother and sleep with her.  Closer and closer she came to being with her loving mother. First, she thought they would treat her terrible wounds, then, they will eat for now she felt the sharp pangs of hunger eating at her stomach.  It came to her when she saw the blades stop short and the blood run freely off the edge. But she pushed that thought away and focused again on her mother. But wait, that’s not her mom anymore, its Bianca!  Burned to blackness and laughing horribly while holding her own head that locks its milky veiled eyes with Ann’s.  She slipped on the flowing blood. It was as if the ground was bleeding and dying slowly.  Her fall was quick but her decent was slow.  Glancing back up towards the cave, she couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw Bianca shift into the devil.  First her black charred skin changed hues and textures, from a deep rough black to a scaly red leopard like skin, short horns making their way to the surface of her head.  Just then a new terror reached her as she finally realized where she was.  The prince of the world looked down on her and yelled so she could hear, “You insolent, dumb girl!  You thought you could get away with all you have done?!?” “Noooo! Noo!” she screamed with all the fright that overwhelmed her body.  “You will soon pay for this, don’t worry.”  Her fall was pure peril. She looked at what was to befall her.  A vast ferocious and flowing lake of fire.  She could feel the heat claw and bite at her skin like the attack of a fearsome animal.  Her hair was disappearing and floating down and catching fire as it drifted down towards the lake.  Screaming, wailing, and flailing about she knew her end was soon.  The plunge came quick.  The lava was so hot it that as it burned her body it sent an ice cold sensation through her nerves so powerful that while it froze her already cold heart, her soul died.  This is the end of Ann Barker. 

Morning came and her mother quietly walked into her daughter’s room.  It was a Saturday and the sun was pouring into little Ann’s room, a bird sat ever so stately upon the outside window sill and sang good morning to all who could hear it.She made her way towards the bed and pulled back the covers.  “Good mor—Ahhhh!”  She cried and fell backwards hiding her eyes from what she saw.  It was as if her daughter’s whole body was black and moving.  Slowly she crept towards the bed and looked just close enough to see the horrible incident that had befallen her sweet little angel.  She didn’t have to call the police or the ambulance; she could tell her child was dead.  And hoped she was resting in heaven.  But then again, she caught a foreboding feeling that maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t.


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