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The musings of a mildly mad raven. |
| Simply setting up a summation of serious soliloquies. |
| [Disclaimer: All blog entries are written in character of author's Raven persona.] It was by mere chance alone that I found myself in the town of Chamberlain, Maine at the cusp of such a miraculous and cruel tale as that of Carrieta White. The moment I laid beady eye on her, I knew the glint I caught in her own would lead to something entertaining. So, I followed. And I watched. She endured unseen horrors at the hands of a madwoman who believed herself a mother. Worse were those she suffered in the dim-lit, locker-lined halls of school. Uneasy eyes turned from each torment suffered upon her. Humans are afraid to gaze into the sins of their own kind lest they find themselves mirrored back. And so, none could spare a moment's glance for Carietta White. None but Sue Snell. In seeing her own cruelty reflected in the pain of her victim, she endeavored to soothe her conscious, offering up her own mate to poor, pitiful Carietta White. Pitiful indeed. I kept my eye on the other girls, not so inclined to repent for their sins towards Carietta White. To no surprise, I found one clinging to the path of torment and revenge. Chris Hargensen and a boy not even this petty and vindictive child deserved, schemed and laid out their trap in the days leading up to the grand mating dance. I witnessed the critical moment with cold eyes. Just when Carietta White began to feel at one with her own kind - accepted or at the very least tolerated - it happened. Panicked and cruel hands pulled the rope and painted Carietta White red with blood. In that moment, her humanity dissipated. The world bent to her vengeful will. And she watched with glee as the children inside the school burned and writhed in agony. She moved through Chamberlain, leaving behind a line of fire and destruction none could predict. But from my bird's eye view, I could see the winding trail's end. Her next victim would be her greatest tormentor. I watched from the window, unable to hear the words they exchanged as mother and daughter faced one another at last. But the mother monster had no chance against the fast burning power of Carietta White. When she stumbled out of her home, a knife plunged deep in her shoulder, I could no more speculate on her destination than she herself. In the end, she met and promptly killed those who had triggered the horror of her powers. But she had weakened. The young human girl who had moved the town of Chamberlain, Maine from earth to the mouth of hell could no longer so much as turn herself over for one last glimpse of the night sky. As Sue Snell approached, I took my leave. For this story had ended and there remained a world more to explore. |
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