STAGE NAME: SEMERTERY
Winds howled angrily through the midnight skies that seemed to be an ominous shade of purple. The moon was outlined in blood lighting as shone off the crowns feathers that fluttered to the cemetery dirt from the dead tree looming over most of the east wing of SC. Sepulcher Cemetery had a reputation as pure as a stained surgical blade- far from clean. Gave robbers would violate graves and take whatever they thought was profitable. Some say that killers would dig up old graves to dumb a killing into an occupied one….
The land was unholy and riddled with angry spirits, to say the least. Recently a young girl that was kidnapped three years ago had been seen wondering the area. Police would search the cemetery when they got the call, but never found her every time. She was said to be a young girl who was self-conscious about her body. She was kind and sweet, yet a bit obnoxious when trying to be outgoing. She went under the blade to try to fix herself- lose a few pounds, nice hair, nice teeth, but he money dried out due to someone getting into her bank account. They stopped working on her. Waking up to the horrible reality that she was now scarred and stitched up and incomplete, she laid in hr bed at home.
Due to money issues, she was kicked out of her home with nothing, but the clothes o her back. Angry as the world after a year of loneliness, she stole a blade she found in the trash. Some people found her body in the park cut up and beaten. She was going to kill herself, but had been raped and killed. Men found her frail and vulnerable- too easy for feebleminded horny men. Not knowing what to do, the men found out they the body was found and snuck the body from the morgue before they could test the body. They tossed her in SC.
So on this melancholic night, the three year anniversary of this tragic event, the gods and goddess thought that it was time for a second chance. As the dark clouds gathered over head and the winds became even stronger, lightening began to strike random places within the sacred resting ground. The ravens gather upon the fence, an audience for this awesome renewing. Revenge and another chance to live- all of this for the girl who lost it all. Thunder clapped over had and the lightening grew more intense. Suddenly, rain poured down being tossed about by the wind which had been coming from random directions. Dead leaved stuck to tombstones as the lightening struck the statue of an angel with six wings. Glowing from the velocity of the bolts or the miracle- perhaps curse- of a god, the statue began to grown black veins within it, which pulsated. Black lines dripped down from its eyes which then fell off to touch the soil in front of it.
It seemed like the world went still and silent for a moment. As a crow darted over head opening it’s wings, a clawed muddy hand stretched up from the ground. The earth cracked in front of the cursed angel and the dirt caved in on itself. Slowly lifting herself from the crevice , she stood there naked as the wind beat against her. As if she had been waiting for hundreds of years, she roared out in anger- hands lifting at her sides. Her features were high lighted faintly by the moon, but even more as lightening struck over head. Her figure in front of the angel, it looked as if she herself- sticks, bruised, and decaying, had wings which seemed much more demonic attached to this body.
Tears running down her cold cheeks stung he as they fell to the musky dirt below. She fell to the ground and held herself as the rain subsided. Once more this girl lived, but now far worse than she imagined. Another chance she was given and she would not waste it. She'd make the best of this body and would prove to the world that abnormal is the best type of normal out there. Lifting her white eyes to the night skies, she cried out, "Why?! If you let me live what am I to live for?! Let me tell the world my story...Let them see how we see things...