The woman smiled and wiped the tear from Scarlett's cheek. Her wounds stopped fighting and stopped trying to help her body. Dark blood began to spill from where she’d been injured. She said, “You two are so beautiful. My precious girls.” Her words were slow and painful as she choked on them. Death was getting nearer and nearer. “Scarlett, Liveria I love you.” She muttered.
Scarlett eyed the black bloody mess, and picked up the bullets that were seeping out of her mother. It was a tiny, circular metallic thing, the bullet. When she placed it over her nose to get a whiff, it was like acid. The fumes had burned the insides of her nostrils. She threw the bloody bullet away from her face angrily in pain.
“Glycarian.” She said, and wiped her eyes from tears.“Someone’s trying to kill us.” The one substance that was strong enough to absolutely destroy the Vampric. Whoever killed her mother, had gotten those bullets illegally, as it was completely illegal to own or make the substance in the country of Impala. Glycarian was forbidden.
She gazed at her mother in melancholy, her lips trembling. Scarlett didn’t want this to be the end. She needed a mother, she needed a father. She needed parents and stability. She then turned to Liveria.
The pink-haired girl sobbed quietly, as her mother’s eyes then slowly closed, and her head went limp. Liveria shook her head, her eyes glassy as makeup ran down her cheek. She held her hand over her mouth. “Where's dad?” She questioned. Scarlett was silent in shock. Somebody was out to get them. Why would a random person even think to break in their house and shoot their mother? And where was their father?
Pushing her emotions back, she wiped her tears once more. “Pack a bag, Liv. We need to leave.” Scarlett spoke, “We can’t stay here, whoever came and shot Mom probably left something inside the house. It's too quiet. So pack quick. Someone’s out to get us.” She told her sister. Scarlett didn’t want to believe her own words.
Her mother’s blood was soaked against the green sweater. She looked Scarlett into the pale of her eyes, how terror danced inside of them, and she nodded. Liveria’s expression exploded in a paroxysm, as her lips shook. “Okay.” Her voice was weak and fragile, her eyes still glossy.
Scarlett raced up the staircase and into her room. Quickly, she’d grabbed two dark duffel bags. In one, she threw a majority of her clothing and shoes, and her toiletries. In the second bag, she packed it with as many of her weapons as she could fit, a few books, and the charger for her oracle. She then grabbed all of the coinage that she could possibly find that was hidden away in her room. Scarlett tried hard not to remember how her stepmother looked as she’d said goodbye to her and her sister.
She then raced quickly to her parents room, and twisted open the door. As she entered, reality felt altered. There, in the center stood her parents’ bed. It held thick dark covers with expensive satin pillows, and black drapes that fell in front of the window. There were photographs of Liveria, Scarlett, and of course, their mother, on their dresser. Scarlett looked at a picture of her mother and her father. They looked happy, she thought. Oh, how she longed to be inside of a photograph. In a frozen moment. A frozen world. A lense of everything perfect, where nothing could touch her. Nothing could trap her. Where nothing tried to kill her. All of her emotions were crashing down on her and she realized that she was crying.
When she’d finished packing in the little time that they’d both had, she began hearing a ticking noise. She was right. Scarlett raced down her staircase in Vampric frenzy. Liveria was already down there, she held four bags. Two on each of her shoulders, and two in the both of her hands. They were sparkly. Despite the chaotic events, Liveria always seemed to be in some sort of style. The silver haired girl both motioned them out the door as the two sisters then rushed out of their house. They heard the explosion behind them, and watched as it fell apart in tiny but gradual fragments,as if it were a firework. The ground had vibrated, as chemical-like smoke had littered the air. It burned to pieces, and the glow of it all reflected into their open irises. Soon, neighbors would hurry outside, as different Vampric creatures came rushing to see what the large commotion was. Liveria was still sobbing quietly, as her sister hugged her and kissed her forehead.
She felt unstable, but Liveria was the only family she had left. “It’s going to be alright.” She spoke, the ruins of ash and dirt littering their faces. Scarlett’s hands shook. She wanted reassurance. From someone else. She was only saying what sounded right, she was only saying what she wanted someone to say to her. “It’s going to be alright.” But was it?
For the first time in her life, she was scared. And she didn’t know what to do. She watched, as their home fell apart. The flames reflected into the paleness of Scarlett’s iris, and the deep green of Liveria’s. Flecks of black blood streaking their clothes and tinting their hair. They watched their house be destroyed in silence. There was a mixture of anger, sadness, and grief that Scarlett had felt within her at that moment. Her nails dug into the skin of her palms, creating holes and sores of blood that
