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| The Cult Ch. 1 Getting In | |
| By bloodange77 | ||||||
| 27 September 2006 | ||||||
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This could be a true story but then again you shall never know. It might not be true. I picked it up by the scruff of it's neck. The little white rabbit struggled to get away but I didn't let it go. I held it there, in my hand and there was no escape for him. I set him over the stone. I knew that if I did this there would no going back. But the depression set in at that moment and I glared at the rabbit. So cute with it's red eyes and white fur. This would be the end of the nice little girl that everyone knew. The nice popular girl. I would never be the same after this and everyone shall know that I have changed. With that thought I picked up the knife. Okay my name is Aliza Olivia Olavander. My personality..... depressed. I have had a lot of bad things happen in my life. Too much to take anymore. So I had decided that I would try for this Satanic Cult. I would learn how to hex and curse people. No one would ever do to me what had been done to me ever again. They just couldn't. I plunged the knife deep into the rabbit at a really good angle. I peirced the heart, I knew because of the squirt of blood that landed in my mouth. I swallowed because I didn't know what else to do.... because I knew they were all watching to see what I would do. I did the right thing to them. I felt a pang in my guts where I would always feel loss and hurt. Setting the rabbit down, I stood up and cleaned the blood from the knife on my pure black garments. A round of soft chanting came to my ears. It was their way of applaus. Their way of saying that I was in the club..... the cult.
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