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by Milocross 7/20/2014, 4:59 amVallary had always been loved for her appearance rather than her personality, for it was a horrid one. Her vanity was brought down from her mother, Aphrodite, and she made a lot of people angry, even her own siblings. She strolled down the woods, a rare sight for her. Normally she hated nature, but she had hear rumor of a hot spring deep within the woodlands, so she just had to check for herself. Of course she'd usually get someone to do it for her, but she wanted to keep this kind of secret all to herself. It was warm outside, so all she wore were denim shorts and a white tank top along with her black flip flops. Usually she'd be wearing Toms or Vans, but she was going in the woods and didn't want them to get dirty. Luckily it was summer, which meant no dead leaves on the ground that would cover up any muddy spots that she could avoid. Maybe she was able to bring better shoes, but she figured that these worked out fine.
Little did she know, one of her siblings was silently stalking her. A sibling that wore dark denim shorts going down to his knees along with a black T-shirt that showed off his muscles. If he was going to do this, might as well do it while looking good. He wore no shoes, as they made too much noise. His feet were damaged on the bottom, the nerve endings had thinned out, so he barely felt any of the sticks and rocks on the forest floor. He pushed his dark hair back, vowing to smoke a victory cigarette after this. His hatred for her had been built up for as long as he was at camp. He had constantly been tormented by his siblings, often started by Vallary herself. He hated her more than anything, and he wanted her to die slowly and painfully. Hidden on his body was a knife, and he was waiting for the perfect time to strike, without anyone following or nearby to hear her screams. He knew what she was looking for, the hot spring rumor was coined up by him, after all. As tormented as he was, he was somewhat grateful to have the influence his mother gave him. After all, everyone at camp either loved or hated the Aphrodite children. They were either jealous, or wannabes from Demeter or Hestia. Totally irrelevant parents.
As Vallary continued to search, her brother continued to grin in delight. His anticipation for her death was growing strong, and so was his yearning to earn whatever was on her bunk. He would be the first to know that she died, after all. Maybe he would bury her deep in the woods, letting the ground decompose her. Or maybe he would leave her out for the monsters to eat as a small offering of peace. Then again, it would probably make the most sense to burn it at the funeral pyre. The only disadvantage to that was that it would be likely to get caught carrying a dead body across camp. If only the fire was closer.
Little did she know, one of her siblings was silently stalking her. A sibling that wore dark denim shorts going down to his knees along with a black T-shirt that showed off his muscles. If he was going to do this, might as well do it while looking good. He wore no shoes, as they made too much noise. His feet were damaged on the bottom, the nerve endings had thinned out, so he barely felt any of the sticks and rocks on the forest floor. He pushed his dark hair back, vowing to smoke a victory cigarette after this. His hatred for her had been built up for as long as he was at camp. He had constantly been tormented by his siblings, often started by Vallary herself. He hated her more than anything, and he wanted her to die slowly and painfully. Hidden on his body was a knife, and he was waiting for the perfect time to strike, without anyone following or nearby to hear her screams. He knew what she was looking for, the hot spring rumor was coined up by him, after all. As tormented as he was, he was somewhat grateful to have the influence his mother gave him. After all, everyone at camp either loved or hated the Aphrodite children. They were either jealous, or wannabes from Demeter or Hestia. Totally irrelevant parents.
As Vallary continued to search, her brother continued to grin in delight. His anticipation for her death was growing strong, and so was his yearning to earn whatever was on her bunk. He would be the first to know that she died, after all. Maybe he would bury her deep in the woods, letting the ground decompose her. Or maybe he would leave her out for the monsters to eat as a small offering of peace. Then again, it would probably make the most sense to burn it at the funeral pyre. The only disadvantage to that was that it would be likely to get caught carrying a dead body across camp. If only the fire was closer.
Last edited by Milocross on 7/27/2014, 6:22 am; edited 2 times in total
