<a class="postlink" href="http://images.ados.fr/bd-manga/photo/hd/9007836900/manga/sanglant-2352379e49-2366702063.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Sophie Warren<br/>Age: 23<br/>Height: 5'6<br/><br/>~~~~~~<br/>The cold wind bit at Sophie's soft, warm skin as she stood before the old, forgotten cemetery gates. Rust covered the hinges and the two gates looked like they were barely staying on their hinges. As if the slightest touch would send them crashing to the cold, stone path behind them. Dead, brown, vines hung lifelessly onto the bars and some drooped over the top.<br/><br/>Sophie pulled her dark, blue cloak tighter around herself and pulled on the edges of the hood. Gripping the shovel's wooden pole harder until her knuckles were a ghostly white, she used her covered shoulder to slowly push open the graveyard's gate. A loud squeal, forced her to stop and look around quickly in a panic. Then she looked to the relatively small gap she had made and squeezed her small body through. Rust flakes fell onto her cloak as she pushed past the gate.<br/>Looking for the oldest grave, her bare feet made no sound as she waked along the ice cold, stone path. Her blood red dress was old and torn in some places. Sophie came from the most well-known family in their small town, Hudson. All her life she had been taught to follow the rules, say nothing unless spoken to, it is always better to be over-dressed than under-dressed, sit up straight, and of course never show her emotions. So far her parents had done the perfect job of raising the perfect daughter, but Sophie was tired of following the rules all of the time. So she decided to do something crazy for once in her life and it would probably be the last time. Out of everything she couldve done, she had chosen grave robbing. Hey she would be able to get dirty and do something illegal, so she saw it as a win-win.<br/><br/>So she silenty crept down aisle upon aisle in search for the oldest one. Soon she came upon a stone that had broken in half and weeds covered the half of the stone that still stood.<br/>Nodding to herself, she chose this one and slammed the pointed end of the shovel into the hard-packed earth. Finally after several hours of digging, she slammed her shovel onto something hard as a loud clang sounded. Sighing with relief, she threw her shovel onto the edge of the hole and bent down next to the coffin. Brushing the dirt off the top, she came upon a golden cross embedded into the wooden coffin. Grinning at her discovery, she pried it off rather easily as she did however, a cold, hard blowing wind blew across the top of the now open grave. The hood was blown off her head as the wind started to die down and her brown hair fell down the front of her shoulders in loose curls. The wind brought a cold and dense feeling to the air around her, as if something was trying to warn her against doing this.<br/><br/>Inspecting the cross, she didnt notice the sharp edges and hissed quietly when she cut the palm of her hand. Blood dripped onto the coffin's lid then soaked into the coffin though Sophie took no notice. Tossing the cross next to her shovel, she looked back at the coffin before bending down. Slowly putting her hands on the edge of the coffin's lid, she pushed it open then cried out in disgust and surprise as she fell backwards and hit the dirt wall behind her. Putting her hand over her nose and mouth, her eyes watered at the horrid, rotting smell that emitted from the coffin.<br/><br/>A man lied insde with tattered up clothes hanging off bones and rotting flesh covered some places on the body. The eyes were gone and in their place were worms squriming wildly from being disturbed. Bloody gouges carved into the underside of the coffin lid made it easy to tell that whatever had happened to this man meant he had still been alive when he was stuffed into the rotting coffin. Coughing from the horrid smell, Sophie dug her dirty and blistered hands into the grass before she pulled herself up as if the man would come back to life and grab her, dragging her into the rotted coffin with him. Scooping up the shovel she started refilling the hole and within half an hour had the hole filled with dirt. Grabbing the cross, she ran for home and wouldnt stop till she was safe in her room.<br/><br/>Bolting into her house and throwing the latch shut behind her on the large door, she ran the stone staircase, the bare skin of her feet slapping softly against the cold stone. Once she had reached the top, Sophie took the right hallway and slowed to a fast walk down the long hallway before reaching the last door and pushed the red painted door inwards. Closing it behind her with a loud<span style="font-style: italic">bang!</span>, the gold cross clattered to the floor of her bedroom as she ran for her bed. Not bothering to clean up before she climbed into her bed, she curled up in a ball underneath the covers and squeezed her eyes shut so tight, she was seeing stars. Sophie desperately tried to erase the images that haunted her, but both the sights and smells choked her into tears.