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Post by katia on Apr 8, 2009 18:38:22 GMT -5
Finally after all those months Katia's wish had been granted. She had gone to a rave. A smirked played on her lips as her tongue ring clicked away. She remembered the dancing and the lights spazzing like there was no tomorrow and best of all she could still feel all those boys and girls she had violently pressed her lips against, their faces were just a blur and she had never bother with their names. Katia wasn't a girl that would consider someone her boyfriend or girlfriend nor her lover everybody she had gotten intimate with even by a kiss she saw as a mere sex toy, a little tool that calmed her lust and a living toy to play rough with. Even in bed Katia brought part of her sadistic tendencies maybe not whips and chains but it was indeed rough.
Because of her dancing katia had black ballet flats that matched her red skinny jeans with black zebra stripes and her long black shirt that was ripped in the middle and was kept together by clothes pins that were showing her belly button and the ring that had a skull dangling from it. Her step was quick and steady her hands smelling like cigarettes,the ecstasy had already worn off but there was still a faint scent of the absinthe she had drank and of blood, she had to feed at some point and what better to do it in a bar when everybody was pissed drunk or high as a kite. Her platinum blond hair loose and smooth smelling like the sweat of all the people she had moshed against and a little bit messy as she remembered that one of the girls she had been making out with started to drag her hands all over Katia's hair.
For Katia it could not have gotten better than that. But there was more, rumors were around that there was another death to add to the list of the execution squad, and as one of the biggest Execution squad wannabes she couldn't help but feel pride and happiness. Her face that always appeared emotionless was now calm and with a please vibe to it. The person had it coming anyways she thought. Katia was in a good mood which meant it wasn't really good for everybody else, she wanted to hear screams of agony and to see tears of misery, she wanted to feel the despair as she hurt someone, God she was one sick and twisted bitch but she couldn't have it any other way.
Katia entered the school, she was nowhere near tired. In fact Katia was pumped and hyper, but the cold weather made her decide against going to the forest and went to the next best place... The astronomy tower. Her step fastened wanting to feel the cold air hit her already cold cheeks she wanted to picture people falling and crashing, she wanted to push someone off the tower many things she wanted and none of them were what society would see as "healthy" as she climbed the last steps Katia began humming a funeral song. Death was always around her whether physically or mentally Death was art it was where macabre meets beauty.
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