(WHITE RABBIT)      ONE, TWO, THREE AS THE RHYME BEATS INTO ITS TONE THAT CREATED THE VERY DREAD OF A SYMPHONY AND STARTED THE MELODY.      FOUR, FIVE, SIX, IT STARTED TO HUM WITH THE IMPENDING WORDS THAT TOOK THE DREAD AND COLD FROM THE INSIDE.      SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, THE TWO OF THEM FIND THE PERFECT SPOT. IN A CORNER, YET NOT IN A DISTINCT TONAL PLAYGROUND, HE ACCEPTED THE INVITATION AS SHE GAVE THE CARD IN RETURN.      THEN FINALLY, TEN AS THEY FINALLY MEET.      “Well, well, well, nice to meet you, Arthur.”      Calling upon taunting as her smile is fixed into a sinister one. She steps out of the gate of a void to call, where she made it, and when she arrives a moment for a second

            (ASSASSIN)     “WHAT HAS VIOLENCE EVER ACCOMPLISHED? NOTHING, BUT ASSASSINATION IS A FREEWAY.”    That was the very first lesson that Clay learned from the family, the noble, and his very royal blood where he is born with. As out of the twelve kingdoms, the country by which they govern and rule with the ability to play an instrument and blessed by the God Aries in that very sense. It was all but a mere façade, a mask, and an outside shell they stand in front of the world as they all, but an assassin.      Down from the blood of the silent killers, paid in the shadows and in the dark to kill. They know no remorse as they should not feel anything and not even a beating one. Loyal to their creed as they live to kill and protect their brethren as of their very kingdom. They thirst for blood, as they only compensate it wi

           (DARK MOON)     “COMMANDMENTS.”     She whispers in a cold, eerie, yet taunting tone of her voice. Waving her fan back and forth in a calculated and graceful manner, she sits on her favorite chair where at first glance you may think that she is keeping herself warm in front of the fireplace. Yet, if you will look carefully and know her, the fire that was burning in the fireplace is not meant to keep anyone warm, but curse them by its hell’s bluish-white hue. To the place, yet rather a void she commands and where dreams are made and nightmare follows. Her very words and voice are the very rule and law anyone has the chance to choose from the options she will lay off. She draws a cunning smile as the ticking clock echoes from a far distance from her.      "The commandments.”    &n

      (ANGEL OF DEATH)     “LET US SEE ABOUT NOW?”     Asking, yet rather declaring an inevitable dread and a danger for blood and very kill. HE flips the card into the air as HE catches it upon HIS other hand and all the while as HE imitates Chester’s cat's smile, HE whispers.       “Smart more or not? Whatever it is, you are making your own game, Arthur.”      Whispering his name as HE giggles in the end. The card that HE holds flips unto the side of its very face as the prominent number of the roman and the image are presented. HE sat at his throne as HIS looking towards ‘his’ mirror where he watches and somehow guarded in between, yet unto a glance and for a while as HE looks at the card within HIS hand, HE reminded.      “Not a crown, nor the

           (INTO THE RED SKY)      “SAY, WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE A DEAL WITH ME?”      With an evil smile and a tempting aid, yet rather a deal Clay could not resist, and to the desperation to save the girl he dears more than anything to this very world. His eyes dim in their color as the beating anger that for a second collapses with hopeless rings back and more, he asks.      “If you can give me what I wanted, then I’ll gladly be of your service.”     Clicking his tongue as a sinister smile crosses Arthur’s face, he confirms by a spell yet rather in a gesture and immediately with a snap of his finger. His chains break as he falls weakly onto the cold floor where he coughs blood, yet forcedly stood upon his knees to face him, where he asks once more.