Bittersweet Candy Bowl

I have no idea what I got this from and bla bla bla but I only finished this part and it’s probably bad so feel free to leave some criticism and sdfhsgjfdh
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“On the charge of assault with a deadly weapon, we the jury of this courtroom find the defendant…”

Michael held his breath, making his ribcage hurt slightly. He stared around the large and hushed courtroom, the light reflecting off the marble walls causing him to blink. He tried to move as the hearing had made him uncomfortable, but Lucy’s work on him had caused too much damage to his body and he was unable to move without something hurting. He looked over to the defendant’s chair and ran his eyes over the back of Lucy’s head. Seeing her shackled like that proved too much for him and he looked away from his lover, unable to condone her plight.

It was all his fault she was on the spot, he had started the fight. She merely protected herself and yet his parents pressed charges against the poor girl, fearing for the well being of their son. After so long, he had worked up the courage to tell Lucy how he felt and she confessed the same feelings, a simple fight that was his fault now wedging itself between the two, threatening jail time as Pennsylvania’s laws against assault were severe. His entire being hung on the very last words the juror uttered.

“Guilty as charged.”

Michael gasped quietly as his mother smiled. He saw tears well up in Lucy’s eyes and longed to be there for her, to comfort her in this time of great need. The gallery began to grumble quietly but was swiftly silenced as three bangs from the judge’s gavel rung around the room. She motioned at the juror for him to continue the verdict.

“On the charge of assault with intent to kill, we the jury of this courtroom find the defendant not guilty.”

Michael breathed a short-lived sigh of relief as the juror stepped down, prompting another gavel smash by the judge.

“Court will reconvene after a brief recess so we can sentence the defendant. Bailiff, take Ms. Evans into custody.”

The large burly dog saluted the judge and grabbed Lucy by the arm, dragging her trembling and crying figure from the defendant’s chair and down the hallway, passing the watchful members of the gallery. Lucy’s lawyer hung his head and began to pack his suitcase as Michael rose from his chair only to be held back by the strong arm of his mother. He looked up at her with disdain in his eyes and forcefully broke from her grasp, rushing out of the courtroom as fast as his bandaged leg could carry him. He spun around in the corridor and noticed the doorway to Defendant Lobby #4 and hurried over, the guard dog staring down at him as he approached.

“Please, sir.” Michael begged the dog. “This is the last time I’ll be able to see her… to be with her.”

The officer rolled his eyes at Michael and sighed heavily.

“Look kid, if she does anything to you it’s not our fault. She’s not shackled in here.”

Michael nodded eagerly as the guard dog pushed open the heavy oak door, allowing the injured cat entrance into the small room. The walls were a light peach and the floor was marble, and there was a breeze rolling through the barred windows over Lucy’s trembling figure which sat in front of a large television set. He silently approached the sobbing girl, feeling his heart sink as he ran his eyes over her body.

“Lucy…?” He asked.

She looked over her shoulder and was extremely happy to see him, launching herself at him and holding him closely, sobbing into his shoulder. He leaned his head against hers and patted her back, trying to comfort her.

“I’m so sorry, Michael!” She sobbed. “I’m so sorry…”

He quieted her and led her over to the sofa, allowing her to lie down and place her head in his lap, taking care not to hurt his damaged leg. He gently stroked her face as tears rolled down her cheeks. He was truly saddened by her current state, but there was not much he could do. She had been found guilty.

“I’m scared, Michael.” She whispered, trembling. “I don’t want to leave you.”

He wiped away a few of her tears and looked away from her. “It was all my fault. I started the fight.”

He closed his eyes as he felt his hot tears roll down his cheeks. “It’s all my fault…”
She grasped his other hand firmly as it was her turn to comfort him. She sat up and hugged him tightly, drawing a sniffle from his lips. She kissed him tenderly, both savoring their final moments together.

“I promise I’ll wait for you, Lucy.” He whispered to her, staring deep into the pits of her eyes, shining like sapphires under the dim light. “I’ll wait until hell freezes over for you.”

She smiled at him and blushed, knowing that she wouldn’t have to spend this ordeal alone. “Do you mean it?”

He pressed his lips against hers again and showed her his response before her lawyer walked in, grasping his suitcase tightly. “We’re to reconvene now, Ms. Evans.” He told her. She shot one last longing look at Michael before two guards came in and shackled her arms, dragging her back into the courtroom for her final sentencing. Michael followed them back into the main courtroom and reluctantly sat back down next to his mother as the judge entered the room and sat at her chair, elevated above the rest of the room. She folded her hands and stared down at Lucy’s petite figure before letting out a loud sigh.

“It is the finding of this court that the defendant be sentenced to ten years in a state penitentiary with no chance of parole.”

The courtroom nearly exploded as the judge was forced to smash her gavel into the surface before her. Michael closed his eyes and shook his head, hoping and praying that this was just a dream. Ten years without Lucy at his side seemed unbearable. He loved her too much for them to be apart for that long.

“Order! Order! I will have order!” She shouted, seemingly almost breaking her gavel. The gallery quieted down as the judge rested her gavel on its stand, folding her hands again shortly after. “Ms. Evans, you will be taken to Roseville Women’s Penitentiary and will spend the entirety of your sentence there. You may bring a few personal items and will be allowed to have visitors every day that are specified by your warden. Court is adjourned.”

Bang, bang, bang. The sounds of the gavel seemed to echo in Michael’s head as all other noise drowned out, his eyes focusing on the distraught figure of Lucy being led away by the bailiff, her pleading eyes asking for help that he could not give. He wanted to rise up and take her away, away from this courtroom and away from this life in prison but there was nothing he could do. As he began to cry, he felt a warm hand grasp his shoulder. He shrugged it off and rose from his chair, pointing an incriminating finger at his mother.

“You… you… bitch!” He spat at her, unable to put his anger into words. She seemed taken aback by his reaction and frightfully placed her hand over her chest, reeling back with every curse would her son spouted at her.

“I can’t believe you would do this to me; to us! I love that woman!”

“You’re sixteen; you don’t know what love is!”

“The hell I don’t!”

She rose and approached him, but he shoved her back, causing her to nearly stumble over the low fence that separated the gallery from the courtroom floor. She clung to it for dear life, unable to think of a reaction to her son’s sudden behavior. He once again pointed his finger at her, seething.

“I hate you, mother. I don’t ever want to deal with you again!”

He left his mother trembling and crying as he turned around, pushing his way through the crowd that had circled them. He hobbled towards the large oak doors of the courthouse and caught a final glance of Lucy as they led her to a police vehicle.

“Lucy!” He called, making her turn her head to face him. “I love you!”

Before she had a chance to answer, she was forcefully shoved into the backseat of the vehicle. Michael balled up his fists as the police car departed, the imprisoned figure of his lover in the back. An idea crossed his head and he flicked the edge of his orange scarf over his shoulder, hobbling down the street towards his home to get the gift ready for Lucy. He would visit her as soon as he could.

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part end

The plot thickens.

Man michael is always getting the shit beaten out of him. You would think after being punched by lucy while growing up, being trampled by an angry mob of kids after being called a cheater by paulo like a million times, fighting rapecat, smacking his head against that rock in the stream, falling from that cliff at alcapulco, and anything else I may have missed, he’d be dumb as dirt.

Seriously he must have the cranial strength of a tricerotops.

c: nice

I love this one. Seriously.

As far as constructive criticism is concerned, so I don’t sound like an utter suck-ass, I think there’s just a few things I’d watch out for. Like, I’m not clear on what it is exactly what went down to get her charged this way, unless it’s something you intend to go over soon in which case ignore this shit. I’d lay off the semicolons a little bit too, maybe.

Hahahaha. I’m really interested to see what you’d do if you were to play against your usual archtypes. But this is pretty good. I’m interested to see how this all came about.

So far this is great, i can’t wait for the next part!

You need to keep going at this. It’s great.

“Objection!” Michael shouted, pointing his finger at the prosecutor. “This witness is biased and her testimony cannot be held accountable!”

“Not so fast!” The prosecutor retorted, shaking his orange-furred finger. Paulo sighed and crossed his arms, smirking at Michael’s figure. “This witness’ only bias is towards you, Michael. She was your ex-girlfriend.”

Michael began to sweat and tugged at his suit collar, averting his gaze to the witness stand prompting a shining grin from Sandy. She winked at him and blew him a kiss, causing him to shudder. Paulo smiled smugly and rummaged through his bag, pulling out a white piece of paper.

“I’d like to present this to the court as evidence.” He said, rapping the paper with his hand. The judge nodded and it was added to the court record, following a huge smile by Paulo. “Now, ladies and gentlemen of this courtroom,” He began, running his eyes over the black ink before him, “This paper says that you were in a relationship with Sandy up until a few months ago, is this correct?”

“Objection!” Michael shouted, banging his fist on the table. “I’m not the one on trial here!”

“Sustained.” The judge said, turning his head towards Paulo. “You’d better be going somewhere with this line of questioning, prosecutor.”

Paulo merely shrugged his shoulders. “I only hope to make a correlation between this young lady and the reason for the defendant’s being here, your honor.”
The judge nodded his head and allowed Paulo to continue, forcing an exasperated sigh from Michael.

“Now, when you broke up with Sandy, it was to get together with Lucy, is that correct?” Michael nodded his head reluctantly and Paulo smirked. “Now, the relationship went pretty smooth at first, until you two seemingly had a fight, is that correct?” Another nod from Michael prompted a smug grin from Paulo. “And Lucy is here because she was the one who assaulted you, correct?”

Michael bit his lip as the judge glared down at him. “You’re under oath, Michael.” He said.

Michael lowered his head in a defeated fashion and nodded, causing Paulo to lean back and rest his papers on the surface before him. “I rest my case, your honor.”

Michael buried his face in his hands as the judge rapped his gavel on his desk.

“This court has heard enough. We find the defendant, Lucy, guilty as charged and will be sentenced to ten years in a federal prison. Court is adjourned.” Michael reluctantly turned his gaze to face Lucy who was being dragged away, still shackled. Her tear filled eyes begged him to tell the truth, to say it was him who had started the fight. He averted his gaze from her and sighed, feeling tears well in his eyes. Paulo chuckled and packed his briefcase, exiting the courtroom shortly after. As Michael wept, a tender hand grasped his shoulder. He looked up into the radiant eyes of Sandy, and she smiled at him.

“Don’t cry, Maishul.” She said, bearing a psychopathic grin. “Now we can finally be together.” She tightened her grip on his shoulder, her nails elongating and tearing at the suit’s fabric, burrowing into his flesh and drawing blood. Her face contorted, her teeth becoming yellow and sharp. Her eyes glowed a bright red, an animalistic ferocity that burned on the agony of one thousand angels seated in their pits.

“Together forever.” She spoke in a demonic tone.

The courtroom around him collapsed and melted as he found himself in a twisted hospital corridor, the only exit a door at the far end, its glass stained red with blood. As Michael approached the door, the crying of an infant could be heard beyond its confines. He shakily extended his hand to push the heavy wooden door open and stepped into a contorted delivery room, the nurses standing in such ways that were impossible to do with the boundaries of one’s body. Sandy sat on a hospital bed, her large and twisted face smiling down at two bundles in her arms. When she noticed Michael, her eyes flashed red and she beckoned to him. He started to back up, but the nurses from behind carried him in a shifty fashion over to Sandy’s bed, thrusting him onto her lap as she continued to grin at him.

“You’re a daddy now, Maishul.” Her demonic voice spoke, echoing around the hospital room. “Take a look at your babies, love them.”

He extended his hand and moved the cloth from the bundles, reeling back in horror at what was inside. One contained Lucy’s severed head, her eyes rolled back in their sockets and blood dripping from her stub of a neck, her lumbar region exposed and fresh. The other contained Lucy’s womb, cut directly from her body and sloshing around in a gross fashion. Michael’s eyes widened as he stared up at Sandy’s twisted face, her grin getting bigger and bigger.

“Don’t you just love them?” She asked.

He staggered back, tripping over a tray of medical instruments.
“You… you… I don’t like you anymore, we’re through! We’ve been through! How could you…!”

Her smiled flashed into a frown as the walls and air around Michael turned a dark red, flames erupting from the floor and licking the walls accompanied by a sickly crackling sound. The furniture in the room disappeared and Sandy’s body extended, her head miles above him and shrouded in shadows, only her yellow grin and red eyes penetrating the veil of darkness.

“If I can’t have you, no one will!” She shrieked, her arms reaching down to him and their phalanges grasping him tightly. She lifted him to her enlarged face and her eye followed him around as she waved him, enjoying the terrified look on his face. He struggled against her tense grasp, but to no avail. As he struggled, she opened her large mouth and moved him towards it. With a final thrust, she sent him spiraling down into her body to be dissolved by her stomach juices.

Michael awoke with a start in his bed, his body drenched in sweat. The calming morning light fluttered through the window and encompassed his figure as he ran a finger over his face, his own screams echoing in his ears. He shook his head and slid out of bed, walking to his bathroom to tidy himself up. He smoothed his tensed-out fur and brushed his teeth before slipping his orange and yellow scarf over his neck and taking the brightly-wrapped gift he had for Lucy. He jogged down the stairs from his bedroom and proceeded to quietly sneak out of the house, but the knowing voice of his mother called out to him.

“Where are you going?”

He snarled quietly and turned to face her.

“Where do you think?”

“Certainly not going to visit that criminal.”

“That’s none of your business.”

The two shared a hostile stare before he reached for the doorknob, leaving the powerless figure of his mother in the brightly-painted foyer of his home. The cool fall winds brushed against his face as he trekked down the sidewalk towards the penitentiary Lucy had been sent to a week ago. She hadn’t had any time for visits until today, and he was quite eager to see her. Prison control scanned him and admitted him to the dark and dreary hallways of Roseville Women’s Penitentiary, forcing him to be escorted by a female guard. She thrusted him into a room with a single Plexiglas panel creating a boundary between the outside world and the criminal world. He took a seat in the only chair and waited. Soon enough, the side door to the room opened and Lucy stepped in clothed in orange prison robes, taking a seat at the chair on the other side. Michael gripped the black phone on his end and rose it to his face, Lucy mimicking his action. He smiled weakly at her and she blushed.

“Hey Lucy, how’re you doing?”

“It’s no hotel, I’ll tell you that.”

The two laughed quietly before Michael placed his hand against the window. “I miss you Lucy. So God damn much.”

She raised her hand and placed it against the window, the only obstacle between their touch.

“I miss you too, Michael.”

He grinned and handed the female officer the brightly-wrapped but now open box and told her to go hand it to Lucy. They talked for a few moments before the officer reappeared and slid the box into the room. Michael nodded encouragingly at Lucy as she opened the box, her expression turning to that of wonder at what was contained inside. Michael’s blue scarf lay in the box. She took it out and wrapped it around her neck, rubbing her face against the soft blue material. Michael smiled at her response and she hurried over to the phone to thank him.

“Wow, thanks Mike… I needed something to remember you by.”

He laughed. “There’s also a few pictures of everyone in there. Tack ‘em up in your cell.”

She blushed and smiled at him. “Thanks a lot, Michael.”

The guard by the door tapped her watch impatiently and stared down at Michael, sending him a subliminal message that visiting was just about over. He turned his face back towards Lucy and frowned, closing his eyes to keep himself from crying.

“I love you, Lucy. So god damn much.”

Her reassuring voice came back through the phone. “I love you too, Mike.”

He sniffled and hung up the phone as the guard came and took Lucy back out of the room. As she departed, she blew him a kiss. Michael wiped a few tears from his eyes and was escorted from the prison by the same female guard who had been with him the whole time. As the large fenced gate of the prison shut behind him, he turned to face its stone-cold outer shell. He placed a hand over his heart and turned his gaze towards the heavens.

“Keep her safe, please.” He begged. “I love that girl… I’ll wait for her forever.”
He lowered his head and started on his long journey back home, nothing but the thought of Lucy entering his brain the entire journey back.

Christ, this is good. ;-;

“Alright ladies, get up!”

The officer’s harsh voice caused Lucy’s eyelids to flutter. She wiped her brow as she sat up, the summer heat causing her to sweat. She gazed around her small cell, the familiar faces of her friends grinning back at her. It had been five years since she was incarcerated, the only contact with the outside world with her friends that came and visited her. Lately, though, Michael had been visiting her less and less frequently and she worried that something was up. This was his longest absence from her, a total of three weeks now. She stretched and yawned as the female officer ran her nightstick over her cell bars to wake her up fully.

“Let’s get going, Lucy. You’ve got a job to do, remember?”

She smiled at the officer who returned the grin. Lucy was ecstatic after hearing that the judge’s ruling had been overturned and she was to be released next year, only six out of the ten served. She lovingly wrapped Michael’s worn scarf around her neck and exited the cell, waving at her group of friends. The guard escorted her to the yard and over to the small metallic shed that stood on the other end. She entered and grabbed the tools of her trade – gardening. She worked on the flowers outside of the jail, most notably their infamous rosebushes. They were said to be the sharpest of them all, and yet Lucy never pricked herself on any of them, something the other ladies could not master.

She never needed gloves for that simple reason, so she grabbed her gardening tools and watering can, exiting the shed with a smile on her face. The guard, Lola, walked her down the path to the prison’s entrance and stood watch over her as Lucy tended the flora. She picked a few and wrapped them in paper, asking Lola to hold on to them. The guard grinned down at Lucy and obliged as she returned to her gardening duties. Lola was her very best friend and the guard that she had requested to be around with at all times. She was very comforting of Lucy when she first arrived, a young girl of fifteen, and the two of them had been inseparable ever since. Michael was to visit her today, so she wanted to present him flowers when she told him of her early release.

After her usual gardening rounds were complete, it was about time for her to meet Michael. He had already arrived as she was told, and Lola took her and led her back to the shed and subsequently back through the hallways to that familiar room with the Plexiglas barrier. She took a seat in the chair and smiled at Michael, although her mood was hampered when he did not return the smile. His face was stone cold and his eyes shifted about suspiciously. Scared by his behavior, she picked up the phone and he reluctantly did the same. There was a quiet silence before Lucy spoke.

“Hi, Mike.” She said quietly. He mumbled something back to her and shifted his gaze away, causing further anxiety in her. “Is something wrong?”

He sighed heavily and ran a hand over his face. He had changed so much in five years. He was a strapping young lad of the age of twenty-one, and his orange scarf had been replaced by a bright-red cashmere one, bearing unfamiliar initials in gold stitch. Lucy’s mind dwelt on the worst of thoughts as he opened his mouth to speak.

“I… I’m sorry that I haven’t been visiting lately…” He started, closing his eyes. Lucy pressed her hand against the glass in an effort to comfort him, but it did not succeed. He sniffled and turned away from her, drawing an anxious response.
“Michael, is something wrong?”

He sighed and rubbed his temple with his free hand.

“Look, Lucy… something’s… something’s changed.”

She made a small noise as he continued to rub his temple, tears welling in his eyes.

“I… I…”

He took a deep breath and turned to face her.

“I’m getting married.”

Lucy didn’t know how to handle this news. The phone slipped from her hand and smashed against the table as tears began to roll down her cheeks, her brain incapable of forming any action to show how she felt. In a dazed state, she picked up the phone in a robotic manner and raised it back to her ear.

“Who.”

“Sandy.”

“Why.”

“I… I… I couldn’t wait anymore, and I feel… like I love Sandy. We’ve spent so much time together…”

There was a tense silence before Michael let out a sigh, Lucy staring ahead in a robotic fashion, crying quietly.

“I’m sorry, Lucy… I… I wasn’t strong enough.”

With that, he hung up the black phone and exited the room, leaving her alone and cold. The phone once again slipped from her grip, her hand staying motionless where it had been, her brain no longer able to control its body. She hung it up stiffly and walked out of the room, eyes wide and mouth unmoving. Lola’s expression turned to that of worry as she led the young twenty year old back to her cell. She entered the small room and heard the lock click behind her. She ran her eyes over the walls of her cell, covered with the pictures of her friends and those of Michael. In her hand, she held the roses she had meant to give him. She slammed them down on her bedside table and angrily swiped the pictures of Michael from her wall. She bent down and picked a single photo from the mess, the one that contained Sandy. As her eyes ran over the teenage version of the girl, hatred burned deep down in her soul. She ripped the picture into pieces and stomped them into the ground. She was seething and breathing heavily. She tore Michael’s scarf off her neck and tossed it at the bed, climbing in after it. She grabbed it and rubbed her face against the worn blue scarf, allowing it to wipe away her tears.

“You promised, Michael.” She sobbed, holding the scarf close. “You promised.”

She fell into a deep sleep. As the days wore on, Lucy slowly drifted into a manic depression, the only thing keeping her sane her thoughts about being released and winning Michael back. She no longer talked to Lola or waved to her friends. She ate alone and worked alone, each day coming back with her hand full of holes from the roses outside the prison. She would pluck each flower from its nest and ring it like Sandy’s neck, tearing the flesh of her hand with each flower. She embodied Sandy in the roses, acknowledging the sweetest rose also had the sharpest of thorns.

Even though I think I know whats going on but its really sad that no one crying. Okay, thanks for writing all this

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i feel sad now…

… this is good… keep writing stuff! please?

More,more.

Confusion. Anger. Depression. These emotions flowed over Lucy in an impromptu manner as she stood outside the cold and gray figure of the prison, clutching a box under her arm. The only thing in this box was a few photos of her friends, Michael’s blue scarf, and a few rose packets that Lola had given to her as a going-away gift. She didn’t know where to go. The sky was dark and it was late at night, and it looked like it was going to rain. She sniffled and shivered in the cold, taking Michael’s scarf out of the box and wrapping it around her neck, lovingly rubbing her face against the blue material. She had only one place to go, so she set off down the street and headed for Michael’s home. The dark sky above her thundered as she approached his old house, not worn by the test of time. As she climbed the steps, Sandy’s figure was visible in the window, silhouetted by the light inside the home. She growled under her breath and stepped towards the door, ringing the bell with her finger. There was a rustling sound inside the abode before the oak door opened and Sandy’s figure stood before Lucy, grinning widely.

“Oh, you’re out! Oh, it’s so nice to see you, Lucy.” Sandy said ecstatically, wrapping her arms tightly around Lucy.

The cat bit her lip and refrained from yanking Sandy off of her as she pulled away, smoothing out her apron. “Oh, Maishul will be so happy to see you.” She told Lucy, inviting her inside as the sky thundered yet again, this time accompanied by the light patter of rain on the aluminum awning above Lucy’s head. She stepped into the warm confines of Michael’s home, allowing her eyes to take in the changes that had occurred over six years. Pictures of Michael and Sandy littered the home, causing Lucy to grind her teeth in anger. Sandy led the white feline into her living room, graciously bowing and motioning towards a covered love seat.

“Michael is out at work, now.” She explained. “He’ll be home in about an hour.”
Lucy frowned and plopped down on the loveseat, crossing her arms shortly after. Sandy made a small huffing sound and hurried out of the room, passing a large grand piano on her way to the kitchen. Lucy sat on the sofa for a few moments before the home’s phone rang.

“Oh, Lucy, could you get that? I’m kinda busy in here!” She called in a sing-song voice. Lucy muttered under her breath and rose from the seating and hurried over to the grey portable phone, lifting it to her ear. “Hello?”

“Hey, Sandy babe.” A dark voice called through the phone in a sexual manner. “We on for tonight?”

Lucy blushed and tried to formulate a response. “Michael…?”

“No, you know that, Sandy. It’s your sugar daddy.”

Lucy nearly dropped the phone as she tried to respond.

“Uh… yeah, sure. We’re on.”

There was a small silence before the deep voice spoke again. “Catch you later, babe.”

A click from the other end signaled the disconnection and Lucy slowly lowered the phone to its carrier, the dial tone echoing in her ears as she did so. She balled up her fists in anger and shut her eyes as she tried to keep control.

‘He left me for her, and she’s cheating on him? That harlot. How dare she hurt him, hurt me…’

Her nails dug at the raw and scarred flesh of her palms, causing her to bite her lip and frown even harder. As she opened her eyes, the only thing she saw before her was the grand piano. In a fit of rage, she approached it and yanked a length of wire from its interior, not disturbing Sandy who was playing loud music in the kitchen while she worked. She balled up the wire in her hands and slowly walked into the kitchen, a psychopathic grin on her face. Sandy turned around to face her and smiled.

“Who was on the phone?”

Lucy shook her head and leaned against the wall. “Your sugar daddy.”
Sandy dropped the blue mixing bowl in her hands and it shattered on the floor, sending flour and dough everywhere. She shifted her feet and averted her gaze from Lucy, not noticing the extent of wire in her hands.

“I… But… Whatever do you mean?”

“Don’t you play dumb with me; I know what you’ve done. How dare you hurt Michael like that.”

“I…”

“Don’t you try and explain anything to me. You’re not fit for Michael.”

Lucy lunged at Sandy’s figure and pinned her to the ground, next unraveling the piano wire in her hands. She tied it around Sandy’s neck and tugged hard, sending the string into the flesh and ripping it, cutting off any air flow to her lungs. Sandy struggled and swiped at Lucy, but six years in prison had caused her to become quite strong. Sandy’s eyes bugged out of her head as Lucy tightened the wire’s grip on her neck, tearing away her flesh and causing blood to flow from the thin wounds. Lucy grinned widely as Sandy’s struggling grew weaker and weaker before her body began to spasm. Her eyes rolled up in their sockets and she stopped moving. Lucy sat there on Sandy’s chest for a few more minutes to make sure she was actually dead. And then, it hit her. What has she done?

A wave of panic swept over Lucy. Michael would be home soon and Sandy was dead, killed by her own hands. She hurriedly searched around the home and hatched a plan to cover up Sandy’s death. First, she wrapped Michael’s blue scarf around the dead girl’s neck to prevent any more bleeding. She then dragged the corpse of the girl out into the backyard and spent the next half hour digging up the garden. She rolled the corpse into the hole and filled it with dirt, rushing back into the house and planting a few of the rosebush seeds on the makeshift grave. She sprinted back into the house and began to bleach away the blood, tossed the piano wire in the alley trashcan, and wrote a note as close as she could get to Sandy’s handwriting. After her task was completed, she plopped down on the sofa and buried her face in her hands. She had actually murdered someone. She shuddered and tried to shake the thoughts from her head, but her heart nearly burst through her chest when a blue car pulled up into the driveway and Michael’s figure emerged from its interior. She tried to still her heart as the oak front door opened and Michael stepped in, slightly surprised to see Lucy.

“Lucy…! What are you doing…?”

“I got out early… I… was going to tell you but then you…”

“…I see.”

He looked away from her and blushed before striding into the kitchen. He looked around for Sandy and Lucy feigned sadness as he walked back into the living room.
“Uh… Where’s Sandy?”

Lucy sniffled and shook her head, pointing to a scrap of notebook paper that rested upon the table before her. Michael shot her an uneasy glance and picked it up, rolling his eyes over what he thought was his wife’s handwriting. As he read, he began to shake his head and tears welled in his eyes. He tossed the paper to the ground and plopped down on the sofa next to Lucy. She patted him on the back and held him close as he sobbed into his hands.

“Was it me? Was I a bad husband? Why did she leave me…?”

“Sssh, Michael. Don’t worry about her, you have me.”

“Lucy, I… but, Sandy…”

“Michael, you can’t deny you don’t have feelings for me. I sensed it… last year…”

“I… maybe…”

“She obviously didn’t love you if she ran off with another man. I waited for you, Michael.”

She leaned forward and brushed her lips against his, drawing a small noise from the back of his throat.

“I love you, Michael.”

His heart picked up speed. He wanted to kiss her so badly, but his brain was caught in an emotional whirlwind. Who did he really love? He had married Sandy, but he never experienced this feeling when he kissed her. It never felt right. And to top it off, she had run off with someone else, leaving him alone and sad. But… he had Lucy. She was here for him immediately after her release from prison. If that didn’t say something about love, he didn’t know what did. He shuddered as Lucy ran her hands over his shoulders in a sensual fashion, causing his fur to stand on end. He could feel her hot and shallow breath on his face and her lips were so close to his.

“I’ve waited for this moment for years, Michael.” She whispered, taking a hand and running it over his face, wiping away a few of the tears in his eyes. “Sandy may not have loved you, but I do. With the entirety of my being.”

Before he had a chance to react, she pressed her lips against him and forced him onto his back. He struggled at first, but his heart had taken control of his actions. He held her close to him and shared the kiss with her, grabbing tufts of her soft white fur in his hands. Perhaps he had been wrong when he married Sandy, under the mistaken impression he loved her. Perhaps he only felt this way because it seemed he was getting back at his wife for cheating on him. Regardless, his consciousness diverted fully to the moment at hand, savoring the sweet taste of Lucy’s mouth. She broke the kiss and hugged him tightly, and he rested his head on her shoulder.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again, Michael.”

And so the two married after six months together, allowing Michael space so he could get over Sandy. His previous marriage was nullified and he was quite happy with Lucy. Every day, she would go out in the backyard and tend to the rosebushes that hid Sandy’s rotting corpse, their petals stained a dark black and their thorns razor-sharp. Lucy didn’t mind getting pricked, seeing as it was the only way Sandy could hurt her beyond the grave, and she took good care of the roses, the only thing she could do to make up what she did to Sandy. Once again, she embodied Sandy in the roses and they retained her sharp thorns.

The years wore on and Lucy bore two children. The couple lived together happy for the entirety of their lives, the dark secret of Sandy buried deep in the soil behind their home, lost to eternity. Lucy’s daughter inherited their household upon her parent’s death, and she began renovation of the worn abode. She watched the construction workers tear up her backyard for her pool before they ripped the black rose bushes out of the ground. As she covered her eyes with her hand, a scream resonated around the construction site and she rushed over to the bones of a dead cat, buried deep under the soil of her mother’s garden. As the workers gathered around this gruesome corpse, wallowing in its deteriorated flesh and organs, a single petal from the uprooted rose bush touched the soft grass of the lawn, and turned a deep shade of red.

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……..THAT WAS AWESOME

Fucking epic. Just one tip though, after all that time and the rosebush would have rotted away all the flesh and organs, leaving only bones. Other then that the story was epic.

kinda feels like you rushed it at the end… o well, wondertabulus story. you had me simply betwazzled. it was really mindplosive.

Wow.

it was well written but i have on fault. We have all seen that Lucy really breaks down alot in some scenarios that are traumatic to her. She murdered her, though angry but still murdered her. Do you think she could have kept a lid on that in her realtionship with mike for all those years….im just saying that Lucy couldn’t.

Hell, what do i know. Im just noticed that, that’s all.

haha that palo cheating with sandy

I agree a few rose bushes would speed up deteroration so bones would be all remaining, but who really cares good story.

What I wrote about was that bones were all that was left, but it was sitting in a large pile of fetid flesh and organs that had decomposed off of the bones and melted into this large blue-grey puddle of stink.

This was so awesome.

Jerk! Do you want to use your sick yet awesome ideas to destroy people? Then go to THE WAR topic. You can basicly use your sick ideas to eh hem destroy all them humans!


THE WAR topic:sent by Marks, fighting off clown armies and shooting bears

I’m sorry, I don’t believe the title of this thread is called “advertise your shitty spam topics”. Please refrain from your general demeanor of the utmost stupidity while in here because I am quite unable to read your posts without losing a few brain cells in the process.

Ouch………Sorry. New to forums and sucking at it to. Sorry though. But still……im really not that stupid, i was just being annyoing or stupid because i was bored. So onece again Sorry Susan

Very good Susan!

Fanart/giftart for Susan. :3
http://www.bittersweetcandybowl.com/candybooru/ post/view/1728

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Ved <3

•o• that was awesome!