Monday, 21 March 2011
11:59:57 AM (GMT)
(A/N: This was inspired by Xavi's last fic. I don't own Xaveria, or
Shexia lay lazily upon her bed, stretching out and yawning, doing nothing in
particular. The only light in her room was provided by a dim candle, its glow
flickery and beautiful. A knock came at her door, its rapping soft.
"Well, come in!" She invited lethargically. The door opened to flood in a touch of
light, and also reveal Xaveria, grinning. Shexia would have noticed her expression
was quite psychotic, had her face been more visible in the darkness. Closing the door
behind her, Xaveria advanced toward the bed, while Shexia sat up and smiled.
"Xaveria! To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"Do I need a reason to visit a dear friend?" Xaveria asked, her voice hoarse
and menacing. Shexia raised her eyebrow. "Are you okay, Xaveria?" The tall girl
grabbed Shexia's shoulder roughly, pulling her to her feet. "Oh, I'm fine. But you
won't be!" She threw back her head, and began to laugh maniacally. Fear crossed
Shexia's face. "Xa-Xavi?" She gasped, trying to escape her grasp. Xaveria grinned,
her visible eye twitching. "Don't be sad, Shexia. You're going to contribute to a
beautiful work of art!" Xaveria dissolved into laughter again, pulling out something
from her cloak pocket. The faint candlelight reflected on something silvery for a
split second, and then there was pain.
Carving, slicing pain. Shexia wasn't sure what was happening, but it made her scream,
until Xaveria, placed a hand over her mouth until she was silenced. Shexia could feel
blood spurting down her face, and Xaveria's laughter grew louder and wilder. The
world went black.
Weeks later, Shexia awoke in the infirmary, something feeling wrong. Xiannon was
leaning over her, crying.
"Xi...annon?" She asked her best friend, her voice hoarse and weak. Xiannon looked
away, and held up a mirror to Shexia.
One side of her upper face was covered in bandages. She lifted up the bandage to
An empty socket.
Screams of terror ripped at Shexia's throat, and Xiannon tried to subdue her.
She had contributed to the perfect artwork.