Swords and Guns: Chapter 1

She laid awake crying blood from the nightmare she had just had, the nightmare of what she failed to do, Swro wanted to die but every time she tried someone would come along and stops her. They soon become what she wanted to be, dead. Swros life was a very painful one, her mother died the day Swro was born, and her father started to beat her when she was just eight years old, and no one wanted her hands on them. The reason for this is very simple Swro’s hands are swords. Any one that hurts her or tries to stop her killing herself will end up dying. But when she does cut herself open with her hands she doesn’t bleed for long, the reason for this isn’t so simple but many people know why she doesn’t bleed to death. Her dead mother was a healer and before she died, she put a spell on Swro, and that spell would stop her from bleeding if ever she would cut herself. Swro heated the spell that her mother casted but still tries to find a way to die.

 

 

 

Swro got up and looked at her sword hands and cried even more and cut her legs, she cut them deeper then she normally does in hopes of her mothers spell would not work, her new cut had only bled for a minute before healing again

“Why! Why do I have to live what will it take for me to die!” she shouted she stared to cut herself more and more hoping this time the more she makes her self bleed the more she will die, but every time she cut herself more then two times one of the would heal right away. After about ten minutes she gave up and fell to her keens.

“Mother can’t you see I want to die please let me die, I want to be with you, please mother let me die” she cried, just then she herd a car pull up out side her house, she look out of the window and saw a man dressed all in red with a gun, he walked to her house then knocked on the door. She smiled in hopes that the man would shot her, so she wanted down stairs and pulled the door open with her elbows

“Hello who is it?” She asked not really caring who the hell it was.

“My name does it matter right now because in five minute you would have no reason to know” the man said holding the gun up, it was a .22 that looked very new

“Oh come on I’d liked to know the name of my killer, oh please do tell me your name” Swro asked again, the man pulled the trigger on his gun and shot Swro in her left hand and then her right, Swro let of a kind of screaming laugh. She looked at her hands and she there was on sign of the blood stopping so she laugh harder

“Shoot…me…again, go on…I want to…die… just…tell me…your name” Swro said, the man looked at her in surprise, who on earth could someone like this want to die so bad and even laugh when they are in pain

“Fine my mother called me Darkness, what did your call you miss?” he said Swro stopped laughing looked at him

“Mine called me Swro from the word sword, now finish me off Darkness” Swro said, Darkness lowed his gun and aimed it as his left hand but the got another .22 out and aimed it at his right hand, he pulled the trigger on both of them and shot his own hands. Swro wasn’t very happy about this so she stabbed him in the heart then stabbed her own heart, they both fell to the ground and finally they both got what they wanted. To die

 

 

 

Now in Swros back yard two tombstones stand, one for Swro and the other for Darkness, and on both of them reads this message

 

 

 

 

 

Here lays Swro and Darkness

 

 

Two poor souls whose only destiny was

 

 

Too kill each other

 

 

May they rest in peace  

 

 

And come back as something better

 

 

Then they was in this life

 

 

                                               

 

 

 

Ten year later two twins by the same name read the message on the two tombstones knowing that this was who they once were.

 

 

 

The End.