Blood on Her Paws

Short story, with a connection to my big project set in Lumière.
==Prologue==
There was a lab, her paws were white. In there she sat, flipping her tail.
She was thirsty, but now tied up in chains. You see, she has just murdered the Springfield region’s leader, a duke, and probably more than heaps of dead animals.
”Wynter!”
Her butterfly, her assistant, she watched as Sommar flew in.
She continued to sit, watching the dark endless void outside.
”Yes, Sommar?”
“Can I take a walk outside with Stella?”
==Chapter 1==
She scuttled around with the chain on her neck.
She wandered around with the chain on her neck.
The chain, the chain, the source of her problems.
She scratched it hard, it won’t come off.
She scratched some more, and it broke with a “clink” sound.
She must find something, she shall die soon,
with no food, no water, nothing.
Her punishment is starvation,
She must do something to stay alive.
She did.
Small bones behind a bunch of papers.
Behind it,
Was a small parasite.
It sat there, did not attack.
What does it do? She wondered.
That was when she heard someone being attacked.
She waited as they leave.
She padded over there, it laid a pup’s corpse,
or so it should be, they’ve done some sloppy work.
It’s alive, but weak.
With the parasite in her paws, she fed it to the poor creature.
She watched it become what it should be, black, smudgey, all over the poor dog’s body.
She did it,
She saved someone,
a great deed, a start of her redemption,
Except it is not,
she wanted more than redemption,
she grew hatred.
She wanted this new thing, whom she gave life, to do it for her.
For she knew she once belonged to the rest that hated them.
==Chapter 3==
She did it.
They’re fighting for their lives,
The pup she raised, Cherie,
She’s killing them, blood on her paws.
Once the poor pink pup lived a hard life,
She gave her another chance to relish the blood on her muzzle,
The blood on her teeth,
The blood in her mouth.
”Close your eyes,”
”Spare no one,”
she spoke to her.
Her only creation,
Her only chance of freedom,
Her only hope of revenge.
Cherie obeyed her every beck and call.
She smiled at the chaos she has unleashed,
A hatred to them,
A threat to them.
She did it,
Revenge on them.
==Chapter 4==
The parasite is dying,
Cherie’s is gaining back her sanity.
This shouldn’t have happened,
her control on her once lovely sweet
Like petals, it is slipping.
For her only hope,
Her only chance,
Her only creation,
is slipping away from her grip.
She is crying, her past is haunting.
Cherie must pay, she is getting out of hand.
She must pay.
But.
It wasn’t little Cherie’s fault.
It was her.
She made her only friend,
the only one who knew her hatred well,
leave her.
But still, she must pay,
For she is not listening.
==Chapter 5==
A fight is inevitable,
A death is inevitable,
A loss is inevitable,
but she wasn’t aware she would lose for the second time,
To her only creation.
Scarred to death,
Blood on her flank,
Losing an eye,
She knew it was inevitable,
but why now?
Is this what they’ve told her?
”Done too much”?
Her inevitable fate, killed by her own.
The parasite on her paws has lost,
fading away in time.
The young pink and caramel pup,
She padded off, for her own freedom,
not by the side of her every beck and call.
She closed her eyes,
time has come,
to take back
the blood on her paws.
Category:Stories
Category:Becca’s Tales
Category:Horror