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This is a story I wrote one night. Well, it's really a part of the end of a story. I like it, but then again, i'm kinda angsty.
I'll leave the foot notes in so you get where it's going.

In a society without rules, there are two classes. Those who we would consider "law
abiding citizens" and those who are ruthless, cold blooded killers. What happens
when a sheltered young girl stumbles into the twisted world of blood and betrayal-
and tries to change a heartless murderer who is both unwilling and unable to change?

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EXCERPT:

I smiled as I watched her blood seep from the gashes in her chest and back.
It oozed out and settled into a dirty dark red pool around her body. I want her
to see, to understand as she dies that no sheltered, inexperienced girl as naive
and weak as she could ever hope to change me. I see the hurt and betrayal in her
eyes as she feels the agony of death, and that ghost of a smile I had on morphed
into a true smile. She asked for this fate. From the momment she thought of changing
me she sealed her fate. She was stupid to think she could make and impact on us.
After the thrill of blood, the rush of feeling the bones snapping, blood seeping,
a person pathetically begging, first with screams, then whimpers, and finally their
eyes.... After knowing that, how could they expect us to fit in to their perfect little world?

She deserved what she got... she was a fool... and now she knows the price of her
actions.

I can't change.... and further more... I don't want to.
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This isn't really a story about me... it's a story about a girl who messed with
a demon... and paid.
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Sorry if it's too dark. I was just wondering how I could create a plotline about
knowing the limits of what is and is not possible. There are so many stories about
the "good girls" who hang around "bad boys" and the bad boy
falls in love with good girl and tries to change for her... baddy blah blah. I was
sick of all the "justifying" of the "bad boys" There aren't
enough stories that say "well, yeah, some criminals have their own set of morals
(however warped they maybe), but there are plenty who DON'T. Those who are just
cold blooded, killing for the thrill. (AKA psychopaths) But i wanted to show that
there are those "bad boys" who just CAN"T BE CHANGED... and it's
not worth trying. Then i thot about Edgar Allen Poe's The Telltale Heart... and
i got this. Is it TOO dark and depressing? I tried not to make it gory, really,
as much as just... that OVERLOAD of logic that gives a sense of insanity... the
NO FEELINGS touch,

HUGS (sickeningy ironic ^)
Rachel

KNOW YOUR LIMITS.