Write about a character in a short drabble to a song.
Not to be confused with blatantly following the chosen song's lyrics, this is to be inspired by a song, whether the lyrics, sound, or mood specifically inspire the story. The story doesn't even have to be recognizable when put side by side to the song. Music can do wonders for the imagination, and this is a test of how well music inspires a person. For myself, I know it works well, but that's because I love music. Fellow music lovers could use this as well.
I'm planning to offer writing short drabbles for people using this theme.
As long as character information and a song is given, this is doable.
This specific one is for myself using a character concept I've mulled for over a month now. I just now completed it after a small spurt of energy that may or may not have diminished near the end. For some twisted reason I love this character even though she's basically fucked up, politely speaking. Still materializing a backstory for her.
Song inspiration: "My Next Sin" by Hex Rx (warning for language and theme)
As a reminder, this song does not belong to me, and full rights belong to the owner(s).
[Strawberry Killer]
Brown eyes spotted the hiker wandering aimlessly among the thick, abundant trees. Hidden behind a particularly large tree trunk, the eyes continued to stare down the man who could not be any older than twenty three; his wimpy facial hair was pathetic at best.
The man called out suddenly, crying out a name, his shrill voice sending birds shooting out of the trees. He dragged his legs through the shrubbery, the pack on his back weighing him down. The watcher's eyes flickered over to the pack and imagined the stores of food and bottled up water, luxuries she went without for at least two weeks now. Small mammals held their juices and flavor, but the chemical enriched rubbish as of late seduced her, steadily rising on her crave list.
The decision had been set since the man first appeared. But watching was always fun.
The watcher hefted herself up from her kneeling position without stumbling over her weight and grabbed on to the stem of a large strawberry. Although the strawberry was about as tall as the watcher (and wider by a few inches) the watcher felt no strain from pulling it along with her. She ran, weaving through the trees while doing so, and occasionally glanced back to spot the hiker. Through the trees she could see him continue to stumble around, still calling out, this time several different names being spoken.
Once the man could no longer be seen, the watcher stopped running. Her beastly black ears twitched as she predicted the man's trail in her mind. At the big red X the watcher thrust the strawberry partially into the ground, just enough to keep it steady. Before departing the watcher ran a finger across the succulent strawberry's surface, shining with the speckles of studding seeds. Luster still remained even though edibility rotted away long ago.
The sounds of the man's footsteps grew louder, and the watcher ducked behind a tree correctly positioned behind the fruit and away from the view of oncoming people. Again the brown eyes watched the man, but this time, the man's sweaty face was lit up by a smile and the surrounding air brightened with cries of incredulous relief. The man knelt by the huge strawberry and cupped his palms gently around the fruit, one hand on each side. His tongue slid out of his mouth and--
--the man yelped in terror as his body was yanked away from the heavenly strawberry. While his torso and lower back were warmed by an arm pressing his body against fat, he felt a cold
The watcher grabbed the man's ear with her teeth and yanked backwards, eliciting another sharp cry. She pulled his pack off his back and tossed it aside and then pushed the hiker down to the ground. The man landed with a thud and rolled over to his back, and when he saw his creeper's face, his eyes widened. He couldn't decide what to gape at: the beast ears, the red-to-black hair, the ugly scar slashed down her right eye, or her strangely reddened cheeks, mismatched with the grim expression on her face.
With no time to decide the man shrieked as the watcher straddled his lap, sending pressure throughout his torso and loins. All breath escaped him as his breaths came in shallower. His arms laid dumb to his sides, and for a moment, all that existed for the hiker was pain and the sensation of being trapped.
That was when he felt his pants being yanked at. In seconds neither were covered from the torso down, and the watcher hovered dangerously close. Dread flooded the hiker. And then at the moment of penetration all the dread washed away with a swift movement of the knife.
The Strawberry Killer bathed herself in blood again.
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