Deep inside the city, in the dead of night, a strange evil lurks. Through shadows it sneaks, sniffing hungrily for its prey. It’s eyes dart back and forth, taking in information from its surroundings. A battered body lay on a floor, soaking in a puddle of blood. The body, lifeless as it is, is a beautiful canvas. Intricate carvings stretch across its face and down its chin, reaching down its neck and spreading across its chest. The arms are gone; only stubs remain. The legs are charred, with spectacular burns arranged across them in a pattern. The masterpiece is surrounded by detectives. The detectives search around with their lights, trying to find clues that could help them solve this beautiful murder. From the rooftops, a shadowy figure looks down on the scene, Its emerald eyes shining like beacons in the dark. The figure scurries away, across the rooftop, into its hideaway. Evil begins climbing the building, following the figure. The evil comes upon the figure, and watches it through a window. The figure, now in better light revealed to be a young boy, searches through a pile of cardboard boxes. The boy finds what he was looking for, and sits down in a chair holding the item. He opens the lid and a light tune begins to play as a ballerina twirls on the music box held in the boy’s hands. A malevolent grin fills the face of the boy as he watches the ballerina spin. As the ballerina turns and faces the window, it stop for a brief moment. In this brief moment, the evil can see strange carvings on the face of the pretty little ballerina. The boy winds the box up and the ballerina begins twirling again, and the sweet sound of the tune fills the evil’s mind as it flees away from the window.
In the streets, a mob gathers, and begins to surround a building. In the building, a boy cowers in a closet. He could only create his beautiful designs one at a time, and was hopeless when faced with many people. His eyes widen as shouts of vengeance reach his ears. The mob knew, without a doubt, that he had done it. And he was all too proud of his work. When the moment arose that he could take credit for it, he, with a hungry heart and a depraved mind, took it with much acceptance. But the public didn’t like his masterpieces. They called for his death. They thought that he was just a no-good, scumbag little boy who had too many issues to fix. They thought that he needed to pay for what he had done. And so, with diseased minds, they broke into the building. Doors flew open. Windows were broken. The people did everything they could to get in. The boy heard them running through the rooms, searching for him. He scooted backwards, further into the blanket of darkness, and stayed silent. The door burst open and footsteps entered his room. He heard hands searching, and the sound of his music box came to him. The crowd, disgusted with the disfigured ballerina, began to rage. The music box clashes against the wall, and lands on the floor, unbroken, its tune still ringing throughout the air. The boy whimpered at the sound. All noise ceased. A few people turned to the closet, and began inching towards it. Two men broke away from the group, and entered the closet. The boy felt hands grab at his legs, and began thrashing around. His fists clashed with only the wall, and, with loud screams of protest, the boy was dragged into the middle of the room. They had him surrounded. There was no way out. Blood covered the already stained floor as a new mark appeared on the boy’s leg, a fresh mark that joined the scars already there. Knives began stabbing into flesh, and the boy was slowly hacked apart by the crowd of enraged people, who didn’t end their twisted version of justice until the boy was only lifeless bits of himself, lying in a pool of blood. The crowd quickly filed out of the house, and the tune of the music box filled the air. The moonlight shone through the window and illuminated the box, which lay unbroken beside what was left of the boy.
An evil creeps amongst the rubble and wreckage of the building. The sound of music rings throughout the rooms, attracting the evil. In front of a pool of blood, the evil stops. It looks upon what remains of a young artist. His disturbed mind brought him to this. The tune slows down, and the ballerina looks upon the young artist with a smirk on her face. With one last twirl, she turns away from the boy, as if sickened by him. A malevolent aura fills the room as it darkens. The pool of blood stirs, with rings flowing through it. The evil gives off the small sound of a chuckle as it is absorbed into the corpse of the boy, and all movements cease as the music box ends its final note.
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