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This is a short little story I did for a contest. The rules were that you had to tie in a Nightwish song's lyrics with the story. This is the song Planet Hell, which fits Skade pretty well. This is just kind of a little experiment I did with her character. She will feature in a novel I plan to write when I become famous and successful (yeah right...if that ever happens when crap like Twilight is being published and we classical style writers get left out). Anyhoo...WARNING, INTENSELY VIOLENT AND GORY! *chows down on ribs*
Skade’s Planet Hell
Skade felt the metallic tang of fresh blood crusting about her stained tongue. She smiled, mangled lips curving into a snarl that passed for a grimacing half moon of savage delight. Crooked fangs, filed to strange, unnatural points of red-smeared bone, were bared to the gutted carcass before her. Such a beautiful sight…a freshly cleaned corpse…and such a beautiful fragrance brought from it. The dead eye, a blank orb of milky yellow, rolled uselessly in its own blood in the heavily scarred socket, constantly oozing sticky tears onto the ridged cheek.
She remembered her first victim, closing her single eye as she thought back to those years that had been before her ‘freedom’. She had been at the tender age of nine, a veteran of human cruelty. Her horribly mangled face had attracted unwanted attention and was the target for many a cruel word. She bore it as long as she could, until that fateful day.
The sky had been tinged red with the sunset, and she was making her way home from an errand, a small child alone along the deserted outskirts of the village. She could hear them…hear them in the surrounding brush. Then they came out from the bushes and trees like swarms of plague rats, drawing a tight ring about her. She stood silent and stony, watching them. They didn’t frighten her.
Denying the lying…
The leader, a tall boy aged seventeen, came forward, a dagger held in his hand. He smiled cruelly at the small girl.
“Well, Half-Face,” he savored the brutal nickname as he neared the deformed girl, dagger held ready, “I’ve decided…I’m going to rid you of that ugly mask of yours once and for all.” He looked up, nodding to the others, “Hold her.”
Four of them leapt forward, grabbing hold of the girl. She didn’t attempt to free herself, simply looking up at the boy as he came towards her. He grabbed hold of her unmarred cheek, wrenching her face roughly upward. He twisted her neck harshly, setting the dagger blade to the deformed side of her head, pressing down.
Skade acted on an instinct that had long been held back. Kicking out, she caught the boy squarely in the groin, forcing him back a good three steps. She then ducked swiftly, thrusting up with her arms and wrenching free. She swiveled, kicking out again. The group of young ones cried out in surprise, unaware of the girl’s strange inbred ability to fight back. They had never seen her do so yet.
A million children fighting…
The boy rushed her again, dagger out, his eyes hard. Skade’s own eye was set in stone. She leaped at her attacker, hands going for his throat. She began throttling him, twisting at his neck and levering against his chest with her elbows. It wasn’t until she heard an audible snap that she let go.
The boy shuddered once, eyes rolling crazily in his head, and his tongue lolling out. Then he fell, still convulsing weakly, until at last he went still.
Skade looked at the body in a mixture of somber satisfaction and horrified fascination. She looked down at her hands. A strange, satanic smile spread across her half face. She turned her eye to the followers huddled nearby. They all stared back at her in fear and horror.
For lives in strife…
For hope beyond the horizon.
Skade’s mouth opened wider, baring those misshapen teeth and hissing with malformed vocal chords. The older children cried out in fear, scattering in terror of the demon that now stood before them.
Skade laughed, a hideous sound, carrying the rending of flesh and the stretching of a noose in that cackle. She leaped up in the air, landing hard on the corpse before her, then knelt, hauling the dead weight of the former bully up, slinging him over her shoulder. She turned her misshapen face toward the dark forest, her eye glowing with a mad light.
A dead world…
Deep into the woods she went, weaving in between the ashen trees as she struck in whatever direction seemed right to her. She had no intention of returning to that old world. No intention whatsoever.
The body over her shoulders weighed her down, but some dogged, animalistic strength kept her legs moving as she continued to forge her way through the thick woods. Darkness began to creep through the net of limbs, tingeing everything a sickly purple and gray.
A dark path…
No heed to where she was going, no attention to her position. She simply barreled ahead in a heedless, mad manner.
Not even crossroads to choose from…
At last, she found what she deemed right. A great, spreading tree, gnarled with the deformity of exposure, looming amid the darkening forest’s ranks with a malice that could be felt. Skade smiled. Yes…yes, this was it.
It was then that the sickness had fully reached her. She flung the corpse of the boy down to the leaf-strewn ground, acting on a sudden base instinct. The dagger was still in the grip of the dead boy’s bloodless hand. She pried it loose, looking at it and contemplating. Then she pounced upon the body, stabbing down at the torso and slicing downwards, slitting through the boy’s abdomen. Her madness seemed to urge her on. She stabbed deeper and deeper, blood spattering her deformed face as she hacked at ribs and sinews. She at last dropped the dagger, thrusting her hands into the gouged hole and pulling apart the skin, baring all the blood-coated gore to the air. Blood speckled the ground around her, and her hands dripped with rank red.
All the blood red carpets before me…
The madness was complete. She felt the blood pool into her palms, and she drew her hands to her face, pressing the sickly warm liquid to her neck and brow, smelling it, tasting it, reveling in it. She then laughed. But it wasn’t the laugh she had given after the kill. It was worse, a sort of shriek, a gasping laugh that seemed to be a combination of her voice and another’s…a voice that seemed to come from Hell itself. It rang out, growing louder, wilder, hysterical in its madness and cruel delight.
And she sat before the gutted carcass of her first kill, stained in blood, her abominable face raised to the darkened sky as she allowed the gore of her new delight to run in horrible rivers down her mutilated cheek. She had found who she was.
Behold this fair creation of God.
She was at last separate from the hell of humanity, from the cruelty of a society that had shunned her, branded her a monster.
But they were right. Now, she was truly a monster.
My only wish to leave behind all the days of the Earth…
And everyday hell of my kingdom come.
The setting sun tinged everything blood red, much like that evening long ago. Skade, her form spattered with gore from her latest kill, was patrolling her stretch of forest, listening for any sounds of potential prey. She resembled some form of horrendous animal, an upright wolf or some other beast of death, her hair, falling to her mid-thigh, shrouding her bloodied body in a hide of pale, slime-streaked yellow as her eye, red with bloodlust, searched unceasingly.
Her keen ears picked up sounds nearby. She seemed to melt into the darkness of the trees, moving expertly with the shifting shadows, unseen and unheard. She approached the victim.
A young child, surely no older than four years old, had somehow become lost, separated from his parents, or perhaps he had not been watched carefully enough. However, the dark surroundings did not seem to frighten him. He was a beautiful child, fair skin, bright eyes, angelic in features. And he was singing happily, finding wonder in everything.
Skade heard the singing, the innocence of his voice. She saw the beauty of this child…and her vision misted red as clotted blood. Her head, stinging with the sound of the child’s voice, seemed to be clogged with dark clouds, and she pressed her palms to her ears, gritting her teeth. No…no, she could not let the darkness of her forest be tainted with such beauty and light!
The first rock thrown again…
The child stopped his singing, looking about. He had heard movement behind him. Fear showed on his face for the first time, and he called out an unintelligible word that must have been someone’s name. But as he looked forward once more, he beheld a figure that was more than all the nightmares his pure mind could have conjured.
Welcome to hell, little Saint.
A scream burst forth from the boy’s mouth, terror on his face. Skade, seeming to savor the sound of his fear, smiled, a crooked, mangled snarl tingeing her face with more evil and madness than before. She took a step toward the child, who immediately turned on his heels and ran.
It was pitiful to see the chase that ensued. Skade didn’t use her noose of boar gut. She overtook the child easily, catching him up in her arms. The child was dead within seconds. Once again, as Skade set about her sport, the earth was spattered with innocent blood.
Mother Gaia in slaughter…
When she had finished, she dragged the carcass back to her den. She tossed it onto a pile of other corpses that had yet to be tended to.
Going to the base of her tree, Skade turned her attention to a body that lay moldering. It was the body of a man, at least thirty years old. He had once been a man in a company of soldiers that had once passed through the forest, unaware of the horror that lurked there. Skade had killed only six of them, allowing the others to live, though she would have liked to kill them all, in order for them to spread her terror throughout other lands.
Looking down at the dead soldier, Skade smiled her demon’s smile. She had worked beautifully on him. He was gutted from collar bone to pelvis, his form so mutilated that it was hard to tell that the body was that of a human. Only the shreds of clothing hinted at this.
“You will look beautiful hanging from my largest bough.”
With these words, Skade took the carcass, tying a noose woven from grass around the mangled neck, and dragged it to one of the thickest limbs of her tree. With the strength of madness and sadistic delight, she lifted the body and thrust it up and over the limb, catching the loose end of the rope. The body swayed crazily for a moment, then slowly ceased movement in circular motions. Skade made a loose knot of the rope, securing the grisly ornament in its place. She surveyed her work. Yes…very nice.
Welcome to paradise, Soldier.
Skade sat down at the foot of the tree, looking up. Many such corpses hung from the limbs, swaying in stiff breezes that had found their way through the thick darkness of the forest. She sighed, her mad brain aching. When there was such a delight in killing, it grew difficult to cope with the moments when she must sit and wait for the next victim.
Save yourself a penny for the ferryman,
Save yourself and let them suffer.
In hope…
In love…
Mankind works in mysterious ways.
Skade closed her eyes, a tear working loose from her blind eye.
Sleep brought dreams of death.
She had no peace.
She wanted no peace.
Welcome down to my Planet Hell.
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