So, first of all: sorry to everyone that this is not an ff. If you're wondering why I'm putting this in here: Don't ask. So, to get to the point: With highhead and the special it will probably take a little longer than planned


1. We can't (no longer) find that part of highhead, which is indirectly important for the special


2. Do I have Nikouki a new s.b. H.S. (read Super Bloody Horror Story) I promise. Yeah, then the blood drips down from the sides again ... huh ...


Now you surely also know why I called the `message`" luck for you "! Well, since this is an ff archive, I'll give you a short s.b. -Section known. PREMIERE!!! Well, if you don`t want to read it, then you can click it off (everyone does it anyway ...) ....


Well, let's go * clear your throat * ...




Shutters closed. She tries to suppress the growing fear. Lina walks down the dark hallway while a bright flash gives off pale light for seconds.When the thunder started shortly afterwards, she felt something gentle on her cheek. She whirls around and sees a black feather slide onto the floor. So did she touch her? She breathes jerkily, forcing herself to calm her heartbeat and rapid breathing. She trembles a little, is afraid; downright panic. Something was lurking in the shadows. She tried to calm herself down by telling herself how ridiculous that must look. She crept around in her own house, flinching at every clap of thunder just because she felt uncomfortable. Just because her hangover didn't greet her when she walked into the house. Timberly was probably only sleeping on his pillow. She takes a deep breath and continues down the jet black corridor. Every fiber of your body is tense. When she arrives at the end of the hallway and at the door of her bedroom, she hesitates. The fear of nameless horror overtook her again. How much she would like to turn on the light now.The light that suppressed the darkness and perhaps also the fear for a short time. But the thunderstorm caused a power outage, and since Lina always relied on her emergency power generator, she had no candles in the house. With a trembling hand, she approaches the door handle, clutching the cold metal with cold sweat. She pushes the door handle down and swings open the door. At first she only registers a cool breeze. But then something else. Silence ... Now she notices that the window is open. Hadn't she closed it before leaving? The curtains blow gently in the wind and the cool night air soothes her heated cheeks. Why was she so worried? A flash of lightning briefly illuminates the room. At that moment she sees something lying on the carpet in her room. Timberly! , it shoots through her head with relief. This sleepyhead will sleep through a thunderstorm! she notes with a smile. But she is worried.Something is not right. She smells an unpleasant odor. She starts shaking again and continues to shrink. When she saw Timberly lying there, something seemed wrong. Was that Timberly at all? She'd only seen outlines, after all, but they clearly looked like the overweight cat. Lina listens to special noises, but she can not hear a thing. She is confused. When the voltage of a new lightning bolt builds up over her house, she winces. That sound. Shortly afterwards, a flash of lightning cuts through the night and ignites a tree right next to their house. The fire spreads quickly in the tree with its licking tongues of flame, and Lina can see well through the light. She is relieved at first, but in the second her scream is drowned in the crashing thunder. She can no longer breathe. A dark liquid has built up around Timberly and is slowly starting to curdle. Her view is obscured by her tears.She stumbles to his corpse and kneels next to him. She presses his lifeless body to her, from which blood is still dripping down. A dark feather blows past her face. With her eyes she follows the seemingly timeless down drifting through the air until it slowly sinks a few meters away into another pool of blood. The pool that has formed around Timberly's head. His eyes are rolled back and his mouth, which is slowly oozing more blood, is wide open. She cries softly into the bloodstained fur of her cat until she raises her hand to wipe the tears from her face. On her hand lies a reddish, dancing shimmer, as if something behind her were reflecting the light of the fire, like sunlight falling into clear water and forming serpentine lines on the ground. She turns slowly around. Your pupils contract in a split second. She continues to back away. On the wall in front of her is written in blood and letters dancing in the fire: "You are next, you know exactly."Below is a raven's wing nailed to the wall, the tips of which are soaked in dark red blood.




Wasn't that bad, was it? I'm afraid Nikouki will be disappointed, she prefers bloody things ... Well, it's bad enough that this is a DBZ-ff archive (and I have a `what-I-know-what-story` write), I don't want to get in trouble about youth protection or something ...


Well, if you feel like a spontaneous death threat, just write a Kommie * smile *!


J.