Dead Face. ( Open. Graphic. )

[Anonymous]

A circle of whispering people surrounded this fair beauty that was once alive. Something punked at the sight others grasped in fright, then there was the few who gazed in morbid curiousity as a few went for help. She laid gazing the sky with it's empty sockets where her eyes should of been. A lucious woman a tell from her naked body even though cold now elegantly curvey and yet beautiful in nature. Her skin once fair, but now pale from it's cruel fate.  Her freshly brushed hair long-dark black as the night's sky it laid on her motionless shoulders like a curtain drapping themself over her breasts. Neck slender yet abbraised by some unknown force. There was ponderment to what her face would of looked-like for above the neck there was nothing just a grizzly void of blood and tissue. The stench was enough to make a skunk gag.

A henious act for somebody to just do this to her and  leave her in the street like this. So many questions needed to be answered. Several taverns held establishment in this side of town, but nobody saw anybody drop a body here, somebody could of chucked her through a window? Who could of done this? Was there a killer amongst them? Lurking in the city of Arca killing young women? The thought was highly unsettling and the rumors would shortly beign amongst the people of what they've saw.

Stories of what they was doing, before they arrived on this scene and they talked about the horrific circumstances of this day. It was clear they wanted to know what happened here. A cloaked-inividual amongst the crowd with black-hair and gold eyes just looked at the corpse as he slipped a flash from his cloak drinking the contents his face normal, but a expression of shock lingered. A vile scent of alochol lummed around him, that stuff to be almost lethal. Maybe, he witnessed some of the acts that went on here today. "She went through the window."

[Anonymous]

Andy slowed her footsteps as she neared her home, before finally she came to a stop as she saw the gathered crowd. A gentle breeze tugged at the blue dress that clung to her feminine form, a form none had seen aside from herself. She blinked her emerald eyes as brown locks of hair kissed her cheeks. After a few moments of standing at the edge of the crowd, she slipped her way through the people, only to stare at what lay in the center. She didn’t flinch, gag, or even blink. Her sharp eyes simply stared at the body. After a moment of taking in the destruction of the female, she tilted her head to the side. She’d known the woman. She lived right by her. Dead.

“Mecro.� She snarled beneath her breath, her eyes searching the crowd for him. A hatred bubbled up within her chest, before she turned away from the crowd, pushing her way through the people who believed her to be a murdered. No, who believed Andy to be a murderer, not Annabelle.

Her house was just down the street, on the second story. A few soldiers rushed past her, men she knew, and immediately she ducked her head down, stepping out of their way. They would know her face. But, then it hit her. They were coming from the direction of her house. Andy was a wanted man now. Those soldiers had probably heard about the grotesque murder. Quickly she rushed towards her house, only to see a few men still guarding the entrance. A swear slipped past her lips as she moved to stand in the alley across from her home, brushing her fingers through her hair as she gnawed on her lower lip in deep thought.