The Red Snow
Crunch… Crunch… The snow crunched beneath her feet as Vanessa walked alone. Her destination was far but she was determined and besides she loved it. The walk yes, but not the snow. She hated the plain whiteness of it, hated the way the white snow would crunch. It was missing some color, it was missing beauty. It was missing the color Red, the beautiful color Red.
Vanessa loved walking alone, alone with her thoughts, her beautiful thoughts. She hated it when someone joined her, kind of like what was happening right now. Vanessa hated the lost travelers who had joined her hoping that she would show them the correct way. She absolutely loathed the two of them. She showed them the way though, the way to the Doors of Death.
The snow was Red… The color of Blood… It was simply perfect. After all, Red makes everything beautiful. Vanessa walked on, her boots crunching the beautiful Red Snow beneath her. The trail of the red footsteps lead back to the pool of blood and two bodies lying in a heap. The faces of the two lost travelers was as delicious, their expressions just as lovely as the glorious sight of the Red Snow.
Vanessa walked on. Her destination was far but she was determined. She had a smile on her beautiful face, a smile that accented perfectly with the red footsteps.
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