"Twigs snap easily in people's hands. However, in mine, bones snap just as easy."

At Girls Camp last year, Skylie, Korina and I were bored. I think we were waiting for dinner or something, I don't remember. Needless to say, Skylie and I both had notebooks. So, with mine, we began to pass it around between the three of us and started a three way story. While one person was writing, the other two would use Skylie's notebook, passing it back and forth, making up first liners for books. It was super fun. A while ago, Skylie let me borrow the First Liners page and I put them all on my computer. I like to go through them sometimes and write scenes, short stories, or book openers with the first lines as a sort of writing excersise. This one was the first I did. I did it during CTE when we were doing . . . nothing.

This is "Twigs snap easily in people's hands. However, in mine, bones snap just as easy." The first line was written by Skylie:

Twigs snap easily in people’s hands. However, in mine, bones seem just as easy.

I circled the long wooden table, tracing my fingers along the edge. My victim watched me with barely contained fear. He had wounds across his chest, abdomen and face still dripping with blood from my last visit. I didn’t fight the smile that spread across my lips.

“How’s your day been, Sauro?” I asked, stopping at the head of the table.

He didn’t answer, but I could hear his shaking breath.

“Well, mine’s been great,” I went on. “I woke up this morning, had breakfast, killed my last two patients, and developed a new method of bone breaking. It’s been a good day.” I leaned over him. “How would you like to make my day even better?”

“I’ve made my promise to my Master. I’ll say nothing.”

“Oh, I know you won’t.” I chuckled. “That’s why I’m here. I deal with the one’s who will never talk because I don’t need them to talk to get my information. After all, there are four other senses.” I traced my cold, pointed fingers across his forehead. He flinched and turned away. “But, seeing as I’m feeling particularly nice today, I’ll give you one more chance. Where is your precious prince hiding?”

“What does it matter to you?” He snapped. I smiled.

“Oh he has certain . . . qualities we require.”

With one last withering glare, he looked away. “I’ll die first.”

My grin widened. “Excellent.” I whispered. My day was about to get even better.

I straightened up, but didn’t more from my spot. I wanted him to see my face when I broke him to pieces. My smooth hands reached out and gripped his arm between my fingers. He closed his eyes, preparing himself for the break.

I snapped it, clean in half. He screamed, yelled; his arm bled. I smirked. Just like twigs.