{Fanfic Contest Topic 1} Death: Drip, drip, drip...

Cinderella woke up from her spot on the ground to the sound of a key turning. She sat up
quickly and looked around the room.



Her roommate, a black man, was still asleep against the wall. She turned back to the door
when it slowly opened.
“John?” She whispered, not wanting to wake her roommate.



When the door opened all the way, she couldn't see anyone. She stood up slowly and walked to
the door.



“Hello?” She said, when she peeked out of the door. “John?” She called, looking
right and left.



Then she heard a sound of footsteps coming from her left. She looked back at the sleeping man,
before walking out of the room.



She walked down the hall in the direction of the footsteps. She heard a door open up ahead of
her and she started to run.





“John?” She called, when she stopped in front of the open door. She looked to see stairs
leading down.
The basement... She thought, before slowing walking down the stairs.






She could hear a dripping sound...

Drip... drip... drip...




“John?” She whispered, suddenly remembering a ghost story from her
childhood...



Drip... drip... drip...




She couldn't see anything when she arrived at the basement, all she could
hear was...



Drip... drip... drip...




She started to go back up the stairs, not liking being down there in the
dark, when she heard the door slam. She jumped when the door slammed,
her heart beating faster then it had been.



“J-John? ... Anybody? ...” She called, but the only sound she heard was...



Drip... drip... drip...




Cinderella gulped a little, before trying to find a light switch on the walls.
It took her awhile, after slipping a little on something, before she
found it. She flipped the switch on, taking her time before she
turned around.



Drip... drip... drip...




She turned around slowly, eyes shut for she was afraid of what she might
see. With her heart beating fast, she slowly opened her eyes...



Then screamed.



Everywhere she looked, there was a dead body, covered in blood, some with their
eyes opened, others with theirs closed, and a few without their eyes.



Cinderella plastered herself against the wall, a hand over her mouth as she
breathed hard.



She looked around at all of the faces, tears fall down her cheeks. Her
eyes widened when they landed on a familiar blonde haired figure.



“John... John!!!” She cried out, running over to his still body.



He had blood dripping down from his temple, blood coming from his nose
and his mouth, along with several bloody bullet holes in his chest,
and a knife sticking out of the side of his stomach.



She cried harder, as she touched his face. It was so cold, but he looked
so peaceful, even if he was covered in blood.



A drop of blood landed on her hand.



Cinderella froze, before slowly looking up with wide eyes.



A drop of blood landed on her cheek and slid down it as she stared up
at the ceiling.



Above her... attached to the ceiling by, what looked like, several railroad
spikes... blood dripping down from each spike, making the dripping
sound...




Wide dark brown eyes stared into her wide blue eyes... a spike wedged in
this mouth...




“Si-Sinbad...” She whispered, her voice breaking.






She scrambled up when another drop of blood landed on her other cheek.
She let out a yelp when she tripped.
She looked down to see she tripped over a head....



She recognized the face as Dimitri's... His eyes were gorged out with a
bloody key sticking out of one of the sockets.



She screamed and scrambled to get up again. She ran to where the stairs
were, but...



There was only a wall.



She froze when she heard a low chuckle behind her.



“Now, now, Cindy... Don't you want to have some fun?”



“J-John?” She whispered, in fear as she slowly turned around.



She gasped, putting a hand to her mouth.
John stood in front of her, blood still on his face, bullet holes still in
his chest, and the knife sticking out of his side was still there. He
wore a friendly smile, but his eyes were cold and lifeless.





He walked over to her in two strides and caressed her cheek. Cinderella
still had her hand on her mouth, trying not to scream as she stared
wide eyed at the corpse. She shivered when she felt his touch.



So cold...



“It's all your fault, Cindy...” He whispered in her ear.



She looked at him confused and scared.



Her fault...?



John stepped back to reveal a pale woman with long, brown, curly hair that
was up in a hairband. She was wearing a tattered, faded purple dress.
She had cuts on her beautiful body, and blood on her mouth and hands
from coughing up blood.



The dead woman looked at her with a blank expression.



“It's your fault that she's gone... If you hadn't gotten pregnant, I
could have saved her!” John growled, his smile gone and a
look of pure hatred took it's place.



She stared at him in shock. “M-My fault?! I tried to help her!
If you hadn't of been selfish and had just taken care of both of us,
none of this would ha-” She gasped in pain. She looked down and to
see a knife in her stomach.



With his hand still on the knife, John leaned to her and whispered in her
ear. “Now... you can't cause anymore damage...”



Then he pushed her backwards.



She screamed as she fell backwards and landed hard in a coffin that
immediately closed on her.



Cinderella gasped awake, her heart beating fast...



She looked around. It was too dark...



Her heart rate didn't slow down as she started to feel trap. She felt
around and felt something above her and on either side of her.



Her eyes widened as she started to panic.



“HELP!! SOMEBODY!!! PLEASE!!!” She screamed, banging on the lid of the
coffin. “HEELP!!



“Don't worry, Cindy...” John said, as Cinderella felt arms wrap around
her. “It's okay, I'm here...”



Cinderella froze at the sight of the skeleton holding her.



The skeleton laughed as she screamed and struggled to get away.



“Oh, I thought you loved me?” The skeleton spoke with John's voice, as
it moved on top of her.
“
AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”




Cinderella sat forward, panting hard. Her heart beat so fast as she frantically
searched the room.



She was safe... She wasn't in a coffin...



She looked over next to her to see Sinbad sleeping, causing her to breath
a sigh of relief.


Oh, thank you, God... She thought, leaning back against the wall, to watch the spider that
had yet to move from it's spot on the ceiling.

Gawd damnit Cindy -.- Do I even need to try writing a fanfic now? I already know I will lose to this! >.<

Aww, you liked it?? 8D I want you to write yours *pokes* I'm sure it will blow mine out of the water :3

Btw, the way the fanfiction is set up, with all the spaces in it and large gaps, I tried to fix that! But, I guess the forum doesn't like my fanfiction, so it wanted to be mean to me >.<

*kicks forum for screwing up my layout* >.<

Pardon my french, but... FUCK! That was scary! Ah! So many mental images! If I have nightmares tonight and I wake up screaming, I blame yooooou.

X3 Aww, I thought you would have thought it was romantic X3 Kidding XD

I can be a little twisted sometimes *coughs* It was fun to write! I'm sorry if I give you nightmares!!! *hugs Aladdin*

Oh yes, it definitely gives off that warm and fuzzy feeling XD

Hehe, but all kidding aside, great writing.
*hugs back*

HOlY FudGe munch!! *shakes and hides under bed*