[Slaughterhouse]
The wind slowly curled around low branches and grass. The clouds grew darker and intermittently emitted low growls. Droplets of rain fell from the black blanket onto a pale body.
Blood trickled from DD's head and created a pool in the mud. The sudden sensations made her eyelids quiver. The hollow eyes stared back at the angry sky. She laid there motionless. She picked herself up once she won the staring contest with the sky.
DD chuckled and a large inhuman grin spread across her face. Her giggle turned quickly into an insane laugh as she rolled in the puddle of her own blood. Once the bout of laughter escaped her breath, she stood up and looked around. The grin never faltered.
DD started walking. She knew where sh was going. She had gone that way many times. The grass crawled up her skin as she walked through it. Annoyed she used the wind to clear herself a path. The storm grew more chaotic and pounded at her back. The valley lit up and was filled with noise. Daisy covered her ears. After seconds of trying to block out the noise she uncovered them.
"Hüe Hüe. Who am I kidding. It won't stop." She said. The roll of noise sounded again and she laughed. She laughed at the pain and blinding light and trudged on.
After a lot of tiring walking, DD made it to an abandoned farm. The rain had lightened up to the point where she could see more than 10 feet in front of her. She went up to the porch and climbed its steps, lightly caressing the splintered wooden rails. Crooked on broken hinges, the door was ajar. It squealed at her as she moved it out of her way.
Water dripped from large cracks and holes in the ceiling. The windows were foggy from the cold rain. Daisy went up to the precipitate covered glass and dragged her finger down it. The window squeaked as her warm fingers rubbed its surface. When she was done with her work she stepped back and imitated her drawing which was a large smiley face in the bottom corner of the glass.
Once she lost interest, DD explored the musky, wet, ranch house. It was rather small. Perhaps this was the reason it had been abandoned. There were four distinct rooms: a living room, a kitchen, and two bedrooms. She peaked into a bedroom. This room was notably a child's room. There were two beds that basically took up the whole space. One was covered in faded pink, while the other was a dull blue. Next to the beds were a matching shelf. It was tall but thin and contained children's books and toys. In front of the beds there was a set of chests. One was more beat up than the other.
After looking through the chests which were filled with clothing that was too small for her, Daisy moved into the second room. It was about the same size as the last room, but this one contained only one queen sized bed. Against the other wall was a white crib. Daisy glanced into it and found an old looking doll. Next to the doll was a small bracelet. "Daisy," it read.
"Hmm. This süre brings back memories." She laughed and attached it to her wrist. It barley fit.
She turned to the bed. Similar to the first room it had matching shelves on each side of the bed. These however were larger and had less shelves. On one side the shelves held old tattered books on philosophy and science. Above that shelf there was a few fancy dresses. DD pulled out one of the dresses. It was blue, like the outfit she was wearing minus the blood.
DD quickly changed out of her soaked shirt and pants and slipped into the dress. The top was tighter while the bottom flowed out. She spun around gleefully causing the ends to fly up. She found a mirror and stared at herself. Her hair was now messy and wet, but still kept its curled ends.
DD walked over to the second shelf to find more books.She picked one up. Power in the Elements, it read. Its author had been scratched out. Underneath it there was a leather bound journal. It's pages were in disarray and out of order. DD sat and took the time to reorganize the pages and bound them safely into the spine. She admired the beautiful flowing handwriting that covered every page. She searched a rickety old chest that was hidden under the bed to find a leather messenger bag. Oddly, it was covered in some strange brownish crust that was not dirt.
She brushed it off and slung it over her shoulder. When she put the books into the bag, she found it already had items in it. An empty journey with about 100 pages. In a small pocket there was a fountain pen and a bottle of dried ink. For safe measures, DD grabbed another outfit from the second shelf and stuffed it into the bag.
DD exited the house and walked behind it where there was a chicken coop and a small stable. She went first to the chicken coop. Inside, the fat, feathered birds clucked. DD's face scrunched up. These winged creatures had failed her element. They were flightless! They were of no use to air, or her.
She reached into her bag and pulled out the fountain pen. It's silver tip glinted in the available light. The dumb birds looked at the shiny object and turned their heads.
"Welcome to the slaüghter hoüse yoü üseless chicken nüggets." Daisy swung her arm at the nearest bird. Its bodily fluids splattered onto the wall. A sick, twisted grin filled up DD's face. She looked down at the lifeless carcass and to her blood covered hand.
The other chickens seeing what happened shrieked in panic. As they tried to flee, they found themselves flying around the small coop in a whirlwind. They could not control themselves and one after another, they found themselves all over the wall. After completing her work, DD wiped the red in the hay at her feet. She would have left but small cream orb ceased her actions. She picked it up and examined it.
It was and egg. She looked around herself. There were many fertile eggs laying in the hay that had already started to get cold at the absence of their parents. Daisy cocked her head at this. Then she nodded and placed the egg she had in her hand in the satchel. She walked around the coop and did the same thing to the other eggs.
DD left the bloody shamble and went in the direction of the last building. It was a tiny stable that had one stall. Next to the stall was a supply room. However, it had nothing that interested her. She peered into the stable to find a gruesome sight.
Bones. A pile of them. From a horse. Whoever had lived here must have left in a hurry if they left all of their animals and belongings behind. DD wondered how the horse died and not the chickens. The coop door was open, so they must have been able to find food outside. They were dead now, so she was not completely interested. She pulled her head away and walked into the adjacent forest. After a while her legs started to tremble and she fell. She had been away for a very long time and exhausted a lot of her energy.
She picked herself up and crawled closer to the stream she had been following. Dipping her hand in, DD drank the cold water and splashed it into her face. She propped herself up on a rock and sat back on it. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back to listen. The overflowing stream splashed against her rock and wet her shoes. DD shivered and peeled herself off the stone.
Up ahead she found a log that connected her side of the stream to the one parallel. Something caught her interest and she crossed the rotting tree. She stopped and stared. In front of her were two corpses that were charred and black like ebony. Although they had been forgotten for a very long time, the area still seemed to smell like ash.
DD bent over to pick up what had really caught her attention. One of the corpses had a pouch next to them. It was very small, but unscathed. She pulled the strings back to reveal a stone that was similar to her's. However, this one was perfectly spherical and gold. DD decided she was going to do something she had never tried before. She was going to change the ending. Or really, change the way to get to the same ending. It was inevitable, but she liked to switch it up occasionally. Living the same thing continuously got boring.
DD smashed the stone into the rocks. It shattered and the splintered pieces sank into the water. The owner of the stone would no longer need it anyways. Her trademark smile creeped back onto her face. It all seemed too easy. She was taken out of her train of thought when she smelled the familiar scent of smoke. She looked it the direction it was coming from. DD needed to leave, but her sharp senses were being dulled by a bout of drowsiness that swept over her. She slapped herself and started towards the flaming canopy.
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