Bloodsoaked

With their souls dripped in blood the two walked away from the crime scene hand and hand. Knowing their lives would never be the same the two sisters walked into the world as murderers for the first time. They stood still on the porch as red and blue lights shined onto their bloodsoaked skin and clothes. The girls didn't raise their hands, as they were instructed too. Instead, they simply stared into the abyss of gun barrels and megaphones. Their minds never registering the noises around them. The screams and demands going over their heads. Their brains stood still, silent and safe. They felt safe as hands pushed them to the ground and bodies piled on top of them. They felt safe as people crowded them with cameras and questions. They felt safe as the judge yelled guilty. They felt safe as the prison guard walked outside their metal bars. They felt safe knowing the monsters who raised them were dead.