Story and Art Contest

I was walking home from school on halloween day. I got a fuzzy toy from winning the batty lunch.
Before the story gets any farther I should tell you who I am. My name is Maria I am 18 i live with my parrents and i have an unusual life because my parents are always away "fighting crime" in far off lands. I just stay home and do school work and watches ditective shows. I am also a school reject.Also I am supposidly "mentally ill".
as i walked home i noticed it was cloudie i didn't think anything of it though.When i got home i saw a note on the door it read
"Dear Maria i know we just got home but we have to go back to Europe here have another card to last and Congratulations on winning the plushie
love you,
Tressy and Manny."
My parrents never let me call them mom or dad they say it may indanger they're lives so i listen also they always know what happends when it dose but thats my parrents.
i went in the house and started my school work then turned on CSI and critisized it every chance i got. i walked into the kitchen then i saw something there i blinked it was gone. this offen happend to me. I go to the cabnet and grab some halloween candy. then i leand in and grabed the pullie behind it and took out a pitcure of my "mental illuions" and i studied it closer than ever. i saw nothing so i just desided i wouldn't be the freak handing out candy i desided to go clubing for the night i grab the card my parrents gave me and shut off all the lights. after changing of course into my little miss devil costume.i go to the "alien bash V-club." i walk in and look around it wasn't my first time but i was little known then i hear the ting tings song "thats not my name" so i go to the dance floor. not too soon after im getting crowed by guys. i just dance then i notice another one of my mental illuions going out the back door so i deside i would porve my sanity tonight as well.i followed it into a alley way near by. then i see the ugliest sight. blood splaterd on the sides writting saying "we know who you are" and "come to us we want you" next thing im kocked out. i awake in a room "hello our sweet maria" some1 said i look and see a tall man with black hair and the most blue eyes ever. then there were 2 more one who looked exactly the same with green eyes and the other with no puples or eye color."w-who are you? were am i ? what was with the blood on that alley wall?" i asked so fast it was hard to hear what i said "well i am justin thats Damian and that Vikk we are your savours if we hadn't come you would have gotten bitten" the one called justin was the one with nothing in his eyes and diamian was the one with blue eyes and Vikk with green. "what are you? what do you want with me?" justin opened his mouth to answer but Vikk said"why should we tell you ingreat" this boiled my blood i just wanted him to go flying agenst the wall as so he did. but then his eyes when from green to pure red justin got pupils and Daimian ran i tryed to move but some how i couldn't "time to die little one" next thing i no i'm dead but something felt wrong i felt no different was this death i wondered. next thing i no i see marnny my bff who died so i new i was dead and i was happy? it couldn't be real i never am happy not one time

Roses. The perfect color red, the most wonderful smell of sweet. Roses sure do sound lovely, don't they?
Slice.
Oh, and their ability to mesmerize you with their beautiful petals! Stare down down and let its swirling shadows keep your eyes open, just long enough to let that small smile grace your lips.
Slide...
Ah, roses. The perfect gift for your sweetheart. If only it weren't for those thorns.
Drip...
Thorns. Past all of that beauty, there are only sharp, thick needles threatening to just take the slightest poke at your skin. Because, no matter what you may think, all that thorns want is that sparkling red running through your veins.
Splatter.
Blood. Some may not realize, but the deepest color of blood is the same as a rose. The same beautiful, deep red. Just what the thorns want, need to continue living on. Just what they're looking for. Their plan all along.

A rose sat straight up in a narrow vase, basking in the dazzling sun pouring through the window. The early fall cold had forced it to stay inside, and the thorns, hiding under the shade of the petals, had very few times seen the human keeping them quietly raking leaves or watching the sun set, alone.
And they would watch her carefully.
Watching her each and every move.
Waiting.

Winter had quickly settled in afterwards. The rose had began to wilt, miserable without the sun. The faded pink-red petals slowly descended, drifting all the way down to the wooden tabletop, some hitting a stack of manila folders that were left there from early morning. The thorns below watched as the rose gave out miserable sighs, wilting more and more.
The human walked in the room, her heels click-clacking against the wooden floor. She came dangerously close the the wilting flower. The rose didn't look.
As the woman collected the fallen petals from the bottom of the vase, she quickly brought her hand up in a rush, dark hair falling into her face. Her equally dark orbs eyed the flower for a moment, but then turned and let the petals fall from her hand our of the open door.
The whole time, the thorns watched patiently. Almost.

The middle of winter came, and the flower was nearly completely bent. However, a small amount life continued running through it. The human walked back in, soft slippers slapping the floor. She sat at the table that the rose was slowly dying at and drew out a long, tired sigh. Blindly, she groped the air to her left, as if trying to grasp onto something. But her hand miserabley fell the the table again, but not before a small, near-silent slish sounded throughout the small room.
The woman hissed in pain and grabbed her left hand. The thorns nodded approvingly. Finally.
The woman quickly walked over to the sink on the right of her and ran cool water over the small wound. Her eyes narrowed in annoyance when the blood droplets hit the sink repeatedly.
The thorns let the blood sit on them, letting it dry before drinking it up and passing it through the stem. They could wait a little longer.
The woman stood at the sink, watching irritably as the wound opened slightly more under the water, and more blood began to slowly make its way out. She questioned it sourly.

No one really knows how much later, it could have been a couple hours, a day tops, but there was only living thing in the houshold.
I can tell you now that a certain woman's heart stopped beating.
A rose sat upright in a vase, full colored, and surrounded in old and dried petals, small droplets of blood covered by the dead rose pieces.

The first winter sun had began to stream through the window, elegantly hitting the rose and making it sparkle nicely. The thorns sat in the shade of the newly bloomed flower and listened to the quiet noise of water streaming out onto dead skin.

Underneath the rose, there's evil.
Underneath the rose, there's evil.
Underneath the rose, there's evil.
Underneath the rose, there's thorns.