Post by mushroomdruggie on Oct 15, 2009 6:03:28 GMT -5
Well, here it goes.
A wedding should not be held around rotting trees, Gemma thought, nor should they be on Halloween night either.
Seated on the second row on the bride’s side, Gemma was accompanied by her best friend. They were camouflaged under the white dresses, black tuxedos or trench coats and silver masks that was worn all around the forest. She was playing with the hem of her dress.
Gemma held Matthew’s hand tighter. Matthew turned and smiled. His fiery hair stood out against the moonlight. “Nervous?” he asked.
“Yes.” Gemma whispered quietly. “I have great fear of the bride Matthew.”
Matthew squeezed her hand. “All will be well my dear. Trust me.”
Matthew was eight of age, two years her senior but himself seemed like centuries wiser than other people. They were both inseparable.
The bridals march started. Everyone silenced. All eyes reverted to the front where a man was holding a small, satin dolls with button eyes where. His black buttons and black strings of hair, turned to look at the bride marching down.
Her skin, white as a sheet, matched her dress and the moon glowed at her yellow stringed hair.
She was being carried by Gemma’s elder sister, Tarryn. Ten years her senior.
The priest cleared his throat. “We are gathered today, to join these two in holy matrimony.”
The dolls faced at each other. It’s fingerless hands reached up to touch each others and the stitches that outlined their faces was shown when the wind blew at their faces.
It gave Gemma a little chill. She shivered and Matthew put his arms around her.
“To love and to-”
“Excuse me,” A cool female voice sounded.
Everyone turned their head slowly. The doll’s buttons are hauntingly dark when they met her blood red ones.
“Sorry to bother the wedding but, we have found a pest in our corn field.” She flicked her hand and out flew a man in a police uniform.
“He was phoning for hunters to break the wedding and hunt us down. Shall I get rid of him?” Her eyes danced with hunger as fangs started to grow out.
Gemma gasped quietly with recognition. “Matthew, he is the police officer who gave the children in my class some candy.”
Matthew pat her head lower. “Shhh, don not let him see you.”
“You…” He looked at them all. “You… monsters! You treacherous beasts. You people killed the secretary!”
Matthew’s eyes blacked out and he held Gemma tighter.
Gemma looked up and her heart stopped. She knew he just had a vision. That was his gift. And usually when his eyes blacked out completely, it means something bad is up ahead.
“You sent those witches to destroy our town and kidnap our mayor and-”
Choking sounds. The man was choking. Gemma moved her head up to see a black shadow circling round his neck.
The bride doll held her hand up. And made a cutting movement with her hand.
The shadow went across his neck and his head swiftly feel off while his body slumped onto the ground.
All was silent, and then the priest continued.
“To love and to hold…”
Gemma really wished she hadn’t seen that. She hugged Matthew closer.
“Matthew,” She whispered, shaking him. “What did you see? Was it any of our witches that was causing trouble?”
Matthew snapped out of it and swallowed. He pursed his lips before answering.
“They are new witches,” he whispered, “More powerful than our ones. Lots of them, there were lots of them and they want to challenge the bride.”
Gemma’s insides went still. “The bride? That means…”
“We are going to be at war with the witches.” He finished.
A wedding should not be held around rotting trees, Gemma thought, nor should they be on Halloween night either.
Seated on the second row on the bride’s side, Gemma was accompanied by her best friend. They were camouflaged under the white dresses, black tuxedos or trench coats and silver masks that was worn all around the forest. She was playing with the hem of her dress.
Gemma held Matthew’s hand tighter. Matthew turned and smiled. His fiery hair stood out against the moonlight. “Nervous?” he asked.
“Yes.” Gemma whispered quietly. “I have great fear of the bride Matthew.”
Matthew squeezed her hand. “All will be well my dear. Trust me.”
Matthew was eight of age, two years her senior but himself seemed like centuries wiser than other people. They were both inseparable.
The bridals march started. Everyone silenced. All eyes reverted to the front where a man was holding a small, satin dolls with button eyes where. His black buttons and black strings of hair, turned to look at the bride marching down.
Her skin, white as a sheet, matched her dress and the moon glowed at her yellow stringed hair.
She was being carried by Gemma’s elder sister, Tarryn. Ten years her senior.
The priest cleared his throat. “We are gathered today, to join these two in holy matrimony.”
The dolls faced at each other. It’s fingerless hands reached up to touch each others and the stitches that outlined their faces was shown when the wind blew at their faces.
It gave Gemma a little chill. She shivered and Matthew put his arms around her.
“To love and to-”
“Excuse me,” A cool female voice sounded.
Everyone turned their head slowly. The doll’s buttons are hauntingly dark when they met her blood red ones.
“Sorry to bother the wedding but, we have found a pest in our corn field.” She flicked her hand and out flew a man in a police uniform.
“He was phoning for hunters to break the wedding and hunt us down. Shall I get rid of him?” Her eyes danced with hunger as fangs started to grow out.
Gemma gasped quietly with recognition. “Matthew, he is the police officer who gave the children in my class some candy.”
Matthew pat her head lower. “Shhh, don not let him see you.”
“You…” He looked at them all. “You… monsters! You treacherous beasts. You people killed the secretary!”
Matthew’s eyes blacked out and he held Gemma tighter.
Gemma looked up and her heart stopped. She knew he just had a vision. That was his gift. And usually when his eyes blacked out completely, it means something bad is up ahead.
“You sent those witches to destroy our town and kidnap our mayor and-”
Choking sounds. The man was choking. Gemma moved her head up to see a black shadow circling round his neck.
The bride doll held her hand up. And made a cutting movement with her hand.
The shadow went across his neck and his head swiftly feel off while his body slumped onto the ground.
All was silent, and then the priest continued.
“To love and to hold…”
Gemma really wished she hadn’t seen that. She hugged Matthew closer.
“Matthew,” She whispered, shaking him. “What did you see? Was it any of our witches that was causing trouble?”
Matthew snapped out of it and swallowed. He pursed his lips before answering.
“They are new witches,” he whispered, “More powerful than our ones. Lots of them, there were lots of them and they want to challenge the bride.”
Gemma’s insides went still. “The bride? That means…”
“We are going to be at war with the witches.” He finished.