Monologue Of Nidala Alternate Ending

Her lips formed strange and unusual sounds, her eyes closed softly and her cheeks paled. From her side belt she withdrew a small knife, a dagger. With a quick movement she cut her left hand with the dagger. As the drops of blood hit the cold marble floor the knife also clattered to the ground. The girl remained speaking her foreign tongue and let her life's blood run down her outstretched arm.

Her throat had been severed, and then her body had apparently been moved to the middle of the bed and eviscerated. Much of the skin had been removed from her thighs, and her breasts had been cut off by circular incisions. One of her breasts was near her right foot and the other was under her head. Her intestines were by her left side, her liver was between her feet, and on the table next to the bed were large flaps of skin and muscle that had been removed from her abdomen and her thighs. Her face had been mutilated “beyond recognition.” (151,

Instead her attackers were shrieking and blindly stabbing into the darkness, trying to attack the one attacking them. The woman dropped to her knees in terror, but Jessie never dropped her gaze. One by one the attackers fell to the cacophony of bones snapping, blood splattering against the stone walls, and howls of agony. The 'hero's' cloak swept around his body as he fought them, the edges of it stained in their blood, and in the distant moonlight Jessie could just make out his face - the deep blue eyes devoid of any light, warmth, or

He let the pistol drop to the floor. All at once hands seized him and dragged him over backward

He strangled and suffocated him and sat down in a chair to watch him die.

One night, thoroughly past her bedtime, Georgiana crept stealthily downstairs to sneak a bite of pie, even though her mother would never approve. She immediately realized a heavy drape of desolation. The only noise was her heart beating to the rapid rhythm of the twitching fan. Georgiana thought that no one would be awake at one in the morning. She slipped through the doorway into the kitchen. For an instant, her heart stopped. A dreadful sight stood in her way. An innocent and isolated individual lay with his hand grasping for life, but it was already over. Taking a step back, she

Through the blue room, to the purple room, to the green room, to the orange room, to the white room, to the violet room I then ended my path in the black room. The same black room with the ebony clock and the blood stained glass. It was a beautiful room with the black tape rites and glow from the other tripods, it was a shame that not a single guest stood in the room as well. Though when the fearful are cooped up for so long it is to be expected. These were the thoughts running through my mind as I stood in the black room until I heard a mad shuffle of feet behind me. It was here that the prince who decided to storm towards me with a dagger raised high and posed to strike until I looked into his eyes. My gaunt face and sullen eyes peered into the very soul of the prince and after the moment had passed the dagger fell to the ground, along with the now dead Prince Prospero. Gasp rang through all seven rooms and fear was thick through the air but I paid no mind to it. My process had begun and it was time to take the rest. One by one the people dropped from the sick that they tried so hard to run from. The ebony clocked stopped its movement and the tripods blew out

She whipped her eyes towards him, but suddenly lurched and fell to the ground. The world slowed, she felt something warm and sticky pool around her. She had managed to turn her head in his direction, only then seeing the enemy army that had caught up with them. One knight savaged her son with his sword and then discarded his body. She tried to reach him, but a spear protruding from her back weighed her down. Then she saw us again, watched as the way the enemy avoided us . She felt cold, knowing her time had come , she looked right in my eyes as her life thread was cut. The end frayed as her body slumped to the ground, but it didn’t matter. She was one insignificant life that we had

Influenza over the years has mutated so many different times that it is hard for scientists to keep up with new and updated versions of vaccines to keep people protected. The Flu for some people can cause major complications such as pneumonia and bronchitis because the Flu attacks the respiratory area, but most people who get the Flu will recover in a few days or up to a few weeks. The 1918 Spanish Flu was the worst epidemic that ever hit the world and the contributing factors of the millions of death were that there was no such thing as vaccines or antibiotics to fight off infections. The side effects were so severe that doctors misdiagnosed Influenza as a different infectious disease, and this specific Flu killed more people than the plague.

Blood dripped from my knife as I grasped the leather wrapped handle, my hand seemingly frozen. I couldn't bring myself to move my arm or look away. "Did I do this? What have I done? Who am I?" Paralyzed as the crimson liquid built up at the tip of the bright blade, then fell, as if in slow motion. I was snapped from my trance as the glimmering droplet spattered on the dry, hard, dirt. "Who are you. The girl you used to be wouldn't be so heartless." Quickly I snatched up the hem of my tattered, brown cloak. Urgently wiping away the blood, as if that could wipe away the pain, the thoughts, the memories.... "That's not who you are know! She was weak and valuable." I quickly turned and walked swiftly

Smooth, thin, and cold, the sharp object lying in her hands trembled due to her petite quivering fingers. The unforgiving sharp blade effortlessly sliced through her skin, pain and then numbness overshadowed her thoughts. With the world weighing down on her shoulders and with the sense of oppression, the girl carved into her arm without a feeling of regret. Daring, she placed the knife parallel to her veins located under her thin pasty skin. Finally, with resolution, digging the knife into her small arm, the young tortured girl could feel the deadly weapon tearing and mutilating her long tender veins. Gasping for breath, the pain surged throughout her body. However, with agony coursing through her body, the victim would not stop her leisurely stroll to the grave.

Her wide, blindly staring eyes sink away, crawling backwards into the dark, morbid abyss of her skull. They swim around, receding as their pale, sky-like blue colour remains situated in the centre, away from the dark, earie shadows that creep menacingly around her hollowed, lifeless eyes. Her features are nothing short from a skeleton, cheekbones jotted out, as if they were trying to pull themselves away from one another, then in one fell swoop they cave in on themselves, leaving a hollow, cave-like shadow below her prominent cheekbones. Her Jaw line is strong like her cheeks, leaving a long, tall shadow across her long neck, her jaw looking almost as if it was not a part of her;

They room was crammed with dozens of bodies. The ground trembled, the walls shook, and debris began falling from the ceiling. Many shrieked and cried as they listened to the chaos surrounding

The ancient Greeks are famous for several things. In 776 BCE they invented the first Olympics games. (52) Hellenic polytheists, or commonly known as Greek Mythology, was very poplar religion that helped shaped their foundation of the Greeks. From that foundation, the famous Alexander the Great had resin and concerned most of the middle east. However, nothing is more noticeable then their art. From their sculptures to their paintings, the feature that stand out to me as the most Greek, is their art.

I stared in horror – that wall was stained with gruesome blood stains. What the smell was became all too obvious and I felt the need to vomit… that motion put away and forgotten in an instant when the shuffling of feet rustled behind me. Panic. I turned around in a blur, my eyes huge and watering. My stomach stirred in the slightest. A lamp? Indeed, a tall standing lamp radiated a warm light only a few metres in front of me. Was it real or a figment of my abused mind? Curiosity would get the best of me, lending me a tiny spurt of energy to boost me on my feet. Teetering footsteps led me forward cautiously, random tremors reminding me of my weakness. The lamp was close enough to touch, its friendly warmth the only hope in the world to me. Basking in it for some slow seconds, I wondered, maybe there were more things in the room that hadn’t been revealed to the naked eye? Turning sharp on my heel, I let out a blood curdling screech as I came face to face with the most horrific thing I had ever seen. Huge fly-like eyes took in my paling complexion, and a lopsided smile of stinking razor sharp teeth mocked me. Rancid skin that looked like the algae layer that sat upon a swamp bubbled and oozed, trickling down a sharply shaped ‘face’. Flight or fight reaction chose the obvious option and I turned back again to run. Where, I did not