Tw! Creepy, gore

One shot in your head.....

One shot then your dead.

One shot in your head.....

One shot then your dead.

One shot in your head.....

One shot then your dead.

One shot in your head.....

One shot then your dead.

Closer.

Further.

Closer.

Further.

Closer.

Closer.

Closer.

Water splashed. Noone was there, only singing of children. Children from Hylia knows where.

I stood. Looking around to the empty rooms.

As i turned again, I saw her.

Hylia herself, in all her glory. Not Zelda.

She was....... Not herself.

She had an eye for a mouth, her wings disintegrated as I breathed.

She pulled out an object. A bow.

A. Bow.

Then children stopped singing. Merely humming. It was creepy.

Their previous words, however, stuck in my mind.

One shot in your head.....

One shot then your dead.

And Hylia had a loaded Bow, with one Arrow. 

"You've done enough... Link." She exclaimed, her wings had fallen off completely now. She had a mangled face.

Her eye fell out.....

This couldn't be real. Blood dropped from the socket, her eye hanging on by a thread.

It was mesmerising. Knowing I was about to die to the hands of
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If you could even call her a goddess.

I knew she wasent one. But I welcomed death with open hands.

She readied the bow.

I readied myself.

I opened death with a warm hug.

The arrow flicked off the bow. I took one last look at her, her eyes hanging out of their bloodied sockets, still actively looking around at me, veins bulging out. Bleeding black goo. Her mouth was a large, smile with black goo seeping out of those..... Blood stained teeth.

The arrow missed.

It cut my cheek though, sweet sweet blonde dripped from it.

I looked back up.

The goddess was stanfing over me. Smiling. Dripping black goo onto me.

Her eye cord snapped, the eye falling. I caught it in my hand, admiring how it looked at me.

I giggled. Giggled. Too far fetched to check reality.

She opened her mouth. In one swift motion I felt those sharp teeth cut through my neck. The bone and blood oozed out and coated my body and her mouth.

My body collapsed, the bloody eye still moving around in my gooey hand. 

My neck bubbled blood, spitting it out aimlessly. The tender meat of my neck for show.

She used her sharp clawed hands to tear open my stomach, pulling my insides out. Intestines, Stomach, Kidney, Lungs.

She ate each one, each one popping with every bite, blood standing the water.

Blood, so much blood came out of my torso, it went through my cleaned ribs, which she ate clean. It fel out of my clothes, half the fabric inside my empty inside.

Blood dropped from me, and her mouth. She ate sloppily, eating my ribs like pork. My bones where cleaned, white as anything. She gnawed at my skin. Eating my flesh till I was merely a white skeleton in some clothes. She finished my body.

She picked up the remaining organ.

My heart, held it, turning around to a statue.

The children where still humming. Faster and quicker. An eerily lovely tune.

I was too far gone.

A statute of a blonde haired fairy boy, he looked no older than 12.

He had an eerie smile, like hers. And lifeless eyes that followed you.

She pushed my beating heart into him.

Blood oozed from his eyes as he became...........

He looked to where my body was, then at my spirit.

He stated me down, black eyes, red dots, oozing blood.

It dropped down, the beautiful metallic liquid. Staring into me.

He jumped at me, Grabbing my leg.

He pulled me into him.

I tried to get away, looking up I saw the twisted goddess again.

She smiled again.

"Let go.... My little Linky..."

I nodded, trusting her.

I let the boy take my spirit. He used me as a vessel.

Then he started to choke, fall onto the watery ground, falling through.

It was a white realm, opposite to the black dark one.

Another goddess, 'Normal' looking stood there. Golden locks, holding a harp.

She looked at the boy.

I smiled up at her, still soaking in blood and water. My smile oozed out black goo, I felt the liquid travel down my chin. In the water, eyes where made. Thousands, little big, all looking at Me, driving me more insane.

"Link... You couldn't make it.... You shouldn't have done that....." She taunted, her eyes also turning black before her mouth opened up, eating my spirit and the boy whole....

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