Buckets

The guards forcefully grabbed Beatrix, ripping her away from her mother. Beatrix screamed and cried, clawing at the guards. She held her head back and howled. She hit the guards as harshly as she could, but nothing worked. She clawed, kicked, screamed, and cried. Village home lights flickered on from inside the pale stained windows, some even opened their doors and watched the scene. Beatrix was thrown into the back of the carriage, and taken away. Hopefully to never be seen ever again. Her shrill screams echoed through the village. She clawed at her own throat, her nails digging deep into her skin, blood trickled down her hands and fingers. She lazily slumped against the wall, clawing and screaming. Until she could scream no more, she started whimpering in pain and anger. She knew where she was to be taken, the Hunter's house. She had a "disease" that affected her appearance. "I am not a disease..." she managed to whimper out. She had beautiful long black hair to her waist, with bangs that went over her face, and if she looked down, it would cover it completely, which came in handy. She wore ragged old pinkish purple pajamas, decorated with moons. She had long black nails that had been badly bitten into sharp points. And she was barefoot, her feet and skin on her arms and neck were red. And the so called disease affected her face. It turned her into something a mother couldn't love. Her entire face, was just one giant mouth. And I'm not saying she was sassy and had a big mouth, I mean literally. Her face was a oval shaped mouth, with many rows of teeth. No one is quite sure how she can see, but she can. She can smell and see and speak. She was perfectly normal other than the mouth covering her face. Her mother had birthed out a normal baby girl, but slowly Beatrix's face was deteriorating into the one big mouth. So she was kept inside and hiddened. The village people saw Beatrix however. From her untinted bedroom window, writing in her diary. They called the village guards and they came and are now bringing her to the Hunter's house. Where she will be disected and poked and proded until they can find a "cure." The carriage ride was bumpy, and aganizing, Beatrix would get knocked around and she'd scream out in pain. Saliva was coating her neck and shirt collar. She shakily stood back up, trying to dig her feet into the stained wood of the carage. She fell back down to the cushiony seats, the black ripped leather squeaking. She hit her head on the metal bars protecting the windows from being smashed in. She shifted to look out the thick bars, they were going fast. The landscape blurred by, animals sprinting beside the carriage. A darkened hut came in view, it had mostly stable wood, but the top layer of straw was molded and rotten. The door was a big heavy wooden door, which was shut. The guard climbed off the front of the carriage. Beatrix scooted to the other side of the carriage as the guards opened the door and one climbed in. Beatrix tried to bite him, but he ducked, making her fall over him. She quickly got up, but not before being grabbed by the other guard. She shifted quickly, rubbing against his armor. He held her by the wrists while the other guard exited the carriage and shut the door. Bellatrix tried to scream, but her throat hurt to much. So she just whined as the guard dragged her to the hut. The second guard knocked on the door. They waited awkwardly in the dead grass until a tall man carrying a bucket opened the door.