[M] The Portrait (1/1)

Autumn. The golden leaves quivered in the wind. Birds flew from one branch to another. A matter of time befor they're all gone for the winter.There stood a victorian mansion near the edge of the woods. Tall trees lined the path to its front steps. On the front porch stood a young woman, waiting. Her face brightened when she saw the arriving carriage among the trees. She hastily made her way towards it. Her pink lips curved themselves into a smile when she saw the person decend from the carriage. She threw herself into the waiting arms of her beloved, panting, honey brown locks sticking to her face and laughter erupted from the man in delight. The happy couple entered the mansion unaware of the murderous eyes studying them from among the branches. She held firmly onto his hand, just as he did to her's. They were seated before her family who had arrived hours prior. Both families had agreed to their unoin and the wedding awaited. Now there was the issue for a place of settlement and the bride to be had chosen Greenfield with her fiance. The young couple smiled in gratitude when the two elders nodded in approval. Both waved at the carriage which got smaller and smaller as it drove away. Everything was perfect now. They had their dream home, the wedding in a week and most importantly, were in love.      But the world is cruel. For those who are happy, their happiness will be taken from them and be replaced with grief. The man entered his new studio. He glanced around and nodded in satisfaction. He sat on a stool and placed the canvas on the stand. He smiled fondly at his work. A portrait of his soon to be bride which he had been working on for the past six months. He still remembered the first day he met her. A seventeen year old young girl with honey brown hair wearing a blue laced, embroidered gown and a breath taking smile. He cherished the memory and her innocence. The week went away quite pleasantly with a few appointments for the wedding and choosing the perfect dress.The ominious presence still lingered, circling them and prepairing to strike.  The wedding ended with a cheer from the crowd. The after party was just starting. The bride went in search of her parents who had disappeard when they arrived at the mansion. The groom entered his studio while music started playing in the background, the celebration had started. He would have to make haste if he was to surprise her. Suddenly a shadow cast over him and he swiftly turned around. But before he could utter a word, intense pain spread through his chest. The culprit twisted the knife further and the groom collasped unable to utter a word, paralysed. The servents greeted her as she went around the mansion in search of her parents. There was no one present other than the servents running errands. She heard the music, the celebration had already begun. She started her search upstairs, one room to another, nothing. She heard the sound of something harshly falling down. She observed her surroundings further and decided to look in her husband's studio. The door opened with a creak as she entered. The room was dimly lit by a candle at the far end of the shelf in which her husband kept his paint and brushes. The light from the ground added a little brigthness to her dim surroundings. She called out to no one in particular and met with no reply. She slipped and looked down to see what seemed like red paint. She sighed. Must have been one of the paint cans, she thought. She walked blindly towards the shelf aiming for the candle. Half way her feet made contact with a lump and she fell.  Cruel in a way........... Just as her scream erupted, the music rose in volume and the people celebrated their union. She held her husband, who was barely breathing, screaming for help. A hand harshly tugged her brown locks. She screamed in horror and agony as the hand tightened its grip and dragged her to the middle of the room. The cruel orchestra played on its music, enveloping her screams and pleas for help. She clawed at the hand, the carpet, anything. Anything to break free. Anything to reach her bleeding lover. The stranger threw her just below the canvas. She stared at it, tears cascading down her rosy cheeks. He had made a portrait of her. Rough hands ripped her blouse. Fear stung her. She realized what was going to happen. She screamed and struggled. The same rough hands gripped her wrists and the man straddled her. She turned towards her husband. He was struggling to reach his hands towards her. His whole body paralysed, unable to move, unable to help. Useless..........Blood escaped from his mouth and tears flowed freely from the cheeks of the once strong man. His wife was getting raped in front of him and he was utterly helpless.... She cried more seeing the man she loved dying, seeing her get raped. The stranger had his way with her. The man gripped her bossom and traced his hands downwards and tore her remaining clothes. She screamed and cried for help while the guests enjoyed their night. She became tainted with every touch. No longer the pure woman she once was. The woman in the portrait.......The world turned more cruel when she felt herself being ripped in two while fireworks lighted the sky and cheers erupted from the people below. Those who didn't hear her pleas. She turned her face once more towards her husband. His dead bloodshot eyes stared back at her. Fireworks lighted the room in multiple colours. The candle had died out long ago. Her body shook as the stranger pounded into her. Her heart and her insides tore apart as her husband's dead eyes stared right at her. Dried tears and drying blood. She blead without a knife being pierced into her. The pounding, the disgusting sounds and the fireworks felt like hours. Anger flared inside her, burning her soul. The world was cruel. The people didn't heed her cries.Her lover murdered.Nothing was left. Everyiting held no meaning. Everything deserved to be destroyed. Everyone should die. Everyone........ Her lifeless body shook under the man who was enjoying the pleasure. And the portrait watched with bloodshot eyes............   (A/N: Now guys, don't kill me xD heehee)