7 May 2012
Claudia sat on the wet grass, uncaring of the cool seeping through her clothes and chilling her skin.
She sat by her sister's grave, laying a short collection of wild flowers at its base.
Flowers and tears.
Claudia read, not for the first time, the inscription on the stone:
'Here lies Charlotte Greenway, too young to have died, to young to have lived.'
Angrily, Claudia shook her matted hair from her face. Charlotte shouldn't have died. She shouldn't have been found.
Claudia ducked her head, fighting off waves of anger as she remembered her younger sister's limp body, beaten and bruised from the ministrations of the Corpse Carriage.
The Corpse Carriage. Claudia shook with fear and anger.
It was the King's tool, his way of repression: a carriage into which people were taken. Those who returned... Were changed, empty, or dead.
When Claudia raised her head again, her eyes had bled to an eerie blue.
The blue screamed revenge. Revenge and terror.
Charlotte would be avenged.
Claudia was planning.
The Corpse Carriage's next victim... Would be her.
A Morbid Short. • Opuss № I