Snippet #1338696

The Old One was feeling rather giddy. The boy has ACTUALLY thought to attack, something most people feared to do."Ahh the innocence of youth, so so innocent."She said to herself as she continued to move along the Manor, always hiding in the shadows. She watched both Maria and then Michaline head off, thinking it was rather silly of them to be apart."Don't they know it's easier to hurt them....while away from eachother..."

The Old One first however, decided to target Kurt. He had killed a boy simply because he believed he had a gun, and for this he would be punished. The Old One smiled her brittle and sinister smile, right before taking the form of the bloody and wounded boy Kurt had shot, moving to step out of the shadows.

"I was still a child, I had people who loved me...."She whispered , her voice now masculine and clearly in pain. Blood dripped onto the floor, staining it. This was real, and she wanted Kurt to see it.