Paradise on Earth [T|P|O.Only]

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Paradise House

Saara's parents named their home, Paradise House. for Saara this is a ionic name for her place of birth, and life. but this place is in the village of stone, she never really speaks of her parents. but today... she may in fact find something out of place in her home. it needs cleaned.

House specs are as follows, first floor has 2,530 sq. feet to its name and the second floor has 1,359 sq. feet. it has many trees and other areas.

Family:

Father: deceased

Mother: deceased

Ex family:

Aoi: unknown

Mike: unknown deceased in the house

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Ground Floor

Rooms

1

2

3

4

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Second Floor

Rooms

1

2

3

4

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There lay dead in the master the parents of Saara. The mother's blood on the walls, she wrote her killer's name on the wall as he left his job undone. The blood is tracked everywhere though out the house as if the person was looking for something or someone. The place was wreak. The father lay dead with his sword in his hand. They would not be found for a while. The house was set back out of the way.

But why were they killed?

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My eyes took in the path to my house in the village of stone, it seemed to be breath taking as normal, though, it seemed that the grass had grown a little too high. My father was the groundskeeper of the house, he would not allow this to happen. I had to wonder if he was okay, my steps quicken, as I came up the 1000 foot drive, my eyes glanced about the path as I neared the house, it seemed a just a little too over grown currently. I mean, I have only been away for about a week or two. I would move and then pause. The gate was open, the gate is never open unless it was mike leaving the house. His habit of leaving in that manner came to my head and then shifted to robbers.

My steps moved to the gate, it seemed to creak open slightly to allow my body entrance. My eyes would shift to the fact that the flowers were trampled as I moved over to the pool area, there was floating ashes, and items of furniture lay in the pool, there was no blood in the pool though. My eyes would glance over to the door of the house, it was broken into thousand pieces that lay on the ground. My feet would move though the door way, and I would pause my blood running cold. My eyes widening slightly, my hand moving to pull out my fan. My chest heaved as the smell engulfed my senses, the smell of dried blood, and deceased bodies. My eyes turned to my parents room. My head shook as slowly moved over the blood stained carpet, that looked like it was black now. My hand would slowly move to open the door.

My eyes widen, as I eyed the words on the walls, before I would glance lower, and there out of view my eyes, which was reviled to my sight was my deceased mother her body thankfully looked like it wasn’t violated, it would have made me unmovable if that was the case. It wasnt until I glanced off to the right that I saw my father, it looked like he had been badly chopped up, his right side looked like someone had cut his arm off. Though he looked like he had been abused after death. My heart sunk at that thought. My eyes crept back to my mother's writing, it was the names of my ex brother and cousin. They had finally turned on the family, and I was the only one left currently. I would move, my room was on the second floor, I walked carefully over the mess of the house.

Bookcases, and the blood of my parent and who ever he was battling was everywhere. It was like someone had put up a fight at least. Or they were looking for something or someone else. Because when I was on my way to leaf, I had been suppose to be with my parents eating supper that night. I had pulled one my normal tricks and not gone.

My heart skipped a beat as I slowed at the top of the steps, this place upstairs was cleaner then downstairs, but there was a trail of old blood along with a fresher trail on the steps. I pulled out a knife from my cloak, I moved slowly, opening the doors, and looking though the rooms, working my way to my room. There was no one in the rooms I opened before my room. But there laying on my bed was my brother, his arm and body was generally cut up, I could see this as he was nude, and his head turned to me and he grinned lazily at my pose, the fan and knife on defense. My eyes glance about, and then zeroed into that thing on my bed, who was resting on his down time to recover from his wounds, but he was alone.

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He glanced over my body before he would move back up to my face and he would speak, quietly and almost annoyed toned,

you were suppose to witness their deaths. But you came not. where is the circlet?

My eyes flashed before I would draw myself upwards into a icily pose, my hand would drop the fan, it was no good to myself. My hand would draw out a pouch, and then I would throw it braking my mirror on the other side of the bed, I would regard him as it would reach the 9 meters, the bed was within 3 meters, and there was one window, and it was behind the window, and it was nigh untouchable. I would leap backwards, my hand drawing the door with me, the effect would be, I closing the door, in front myself, my feet would flee from the door as the glass shards would help induce explosive ball. I would run quickly away from the door, I cared not if I did a little hurt. My body pitched forward as the explosion rocked the house and made my door come off the frame. I heard some screams then nothing. My eyes would glance back at that doorway, the ice was red, with hints of white.

My brother had always been a curious one. But I wasn’t in the mood currently, it seemed he had had picked up the ball, and gotten out of bed to throw it back to me. He was gone, there was little I could do on saving his body. So I did the next best thing, I formed a coffin of shorts around him, his eyes seemed to be in shock, my hands would shake but I would get the job done and I would pat his face as I made the box air tight to keep his body in good repair. I would turn around suddenly, and I vomited. I felt queasy over this whole thing now. My eyes would move to walk away from the room now, my things were not worth coming back here for them. My feet would take myself down the steps, where I would vomit once more before I would make my escape from this hell. My eyes would glance down at my hands and I would see the blood of my brother, and parents on them. My feet took me out into the woods, I was running now and the tears falling from my eyes would bear testament that I felt something other then coldness, though it was quickly fading into numbing cold.

There was one more person on my list now. I glanced about slightly confused as I would looked upwards before I would finally stop and hole up in a small tight cave that was on my parents land. Not many people knew of it, and everyone thought I feared caves. I did not fear the cave, but what lay outside of the cave. My eyes closed as I cried in my sleep, my body tired from the whole ordeal forced on it from killing my brother.

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The sleep was fittful for myself, I would wake up, feeling really nauseous from the whole thing, my dreams did not help myself though, I was calling up in my mind what had happened yesterday, when I heard a snap to the left of my cave, it seemed that someone or something was coming to visit or passby. My eyes would half watch, my hand finding my forehead to cover my mark up, the glow was going to get myself killed currently. A soft humming sound be shortly and softly fallowed after the snaping sound, and then coming into view was Aoi. In his hand as I saw it, was a rabbit its neck broken from his hunt and he set up camp in front of the cave. He hummed softly before he would make a fire and cook his food, his mind was at peace like his mind was at peace.

Today must be his day off.

For Aoi, as I knew, that would make sense, and he would expect others to respect his point of view. My eyes would watch him for a few minutes before I would bring myself to stand up, my hands would work, to bring out some ice birds, and with in seconds I had 40 birds. And then sending them at him as I performed my best ice ninjustu, he would turn, and I would be reviled as I held the sign, and he throw a knife at myself as the birds exploded around him and on him. His body was tattered, and I moved to the right, causing the knife to hit my shoulder, it missed my heart and my lungs. I was lucky, I pulled the knife out. I then slowly made my way out of the area, it was time to move on fully. My steps become stumbling, as I realized that his blade may have been a little more then a blade, but I would move forward. The tower was my object of need, I would have to place myself in someone's hands.

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