An eye for an eye, a finger for a finger

It always starts with a brilliant flash of light. The room is filled with orbs of pure light orbiting around her, like dandelions caught in a tornado, And in the center of it all is a little girl, with the eyes of a storm. The look of pure bliss on her face outshines it all. But only for a moment. Just as soon as the orbs fade, The smell of blood seeps in. pieces of debris shot thou the door, taking bits of the wood and pinning it to the wall. But the door is not the only thing it took that night, nor will it be the last

A girl, with a blue streak in her white hair, looks at her bandaged hands with her stormy gray eyes. Then back to a boy the same age as her jumping over a fence. “Wow, this place is so well, guarded? Or is that not the right word…” Kris shouted as he fumbled the landing, cutting his hand on the fence covered in knives. “Hey Lora was it? Get over here, it's a bit difficult, so let me help you!” he starts to unpack some rope. The gates swing wide open and Lora strides thou, patting Kris on the back. “Ok, well, you could have just. Never mind” She walked past Kris towards a small shack. Four ravens watched them from the only tree in sight, it was a troubled looking tree, But no one could listen to its woes. Lora placed her hand on the shack's door, pushing it open with a creek. You'd expect the birds to fly away. Or at least be spooked, But there were none to be seen, and none to be heard, just silence echoing thou out the place. The shed's door lead to a spiral staircase with a green light flickering from down below. The deeper she went, The stronger the smell of incense. She reached the bottom of the stairs with Kris following right behind her, pushing away the beads that dangled from the ceiling and wafting away the lanterns that were spilling out purple smoke. “So what is this place, It looks so cool” Kris says as he picks up a small golden statue of a fox. “Where you get this?” he asked while holding a dozen other things in his arms. “That's not mine, but it's my da-” “Ohhh, so this stuff is your dads, But still, why are we here?” he interrupts while still perusing around. “Well, it would be nice if you stopped taking thing that aren't yours” “Oh sorry, let me just put this back…” “You still haven't given it back. It's not that I would mind, but I don't think Kris would think the same about you using his name” Kris’s face drops almost as fast as a small silver knife plunges into his chest. Blood drips onto the floor, then starts to flow back up into the wound.“w-what are you doing” while coughing up blood, his face starts to melt away, a pair of black bead like eyes stares at Lora,“Please, y-you know m, me you would nev-” a bright flash of light fills the room, orbs of pure light swirl around Lora, a faint outline of a clock floats over her head like a twisted halo, Black ink swirls around in her eyes covering them. It's quiet. And all that's left of Kris is a charred corps. Lora skips towards the burnt body, “my win, he-he” her fingers tip toe across the boy's head. She tilts her head down to the side, staring at the blood trying to march back into the body, before flicking her wrist and burning it all in a white flames. “You see this? I am NOTHING like you Lora, HA ha-haa... see I told you would need my help, well sadly I must go now, would have loved to stay longer, and maybe even paid respects to your parents, you know it was a mistake right? There was nothing I could have done. But now, I am here for you Lora, only me” Her crooked halo fades away and ink pours out of her eyes, Lora flops to the ground almost lifeless. Whispers floating around in her head drowning out her own thoughts, “SHUT UP I GET IT” “Well if you understand, I have been quite hungry for some time you know, and that little boy was not enough~” With the same silver knife Lora slowly unravels the layers of bandages covered in ink and blood, reviling a hand with no Ring finger. In one slash, she cuts off another one of her fingers. As the finger falls to the ground, it burns up in a white flame, not even leaving the bones behind.

Lora leave the bunker the same way she came, but instead of incense, the smell of burnt flesh crawls out of the bunker, clinging to her.