[h3][color=ed1c24]Evelyn[/color] - "Yesterday Seems as Though it Never Existed..."[/h3]

It was cold up here, alone in the old, rickety bell tower, the brass bell cracked at its base and worn and tattered from its many, many years perched atop this god forsaken place, yet still tolling in the chilled autumn crosswind breezing through the gap in the masonry, a gap through which the song of the school chimed throughout the grassy campus and the hallowed halls of old Orean...old school, new faces, many of which Evelyn didn't recognize at all and vice versa.  As the last of the morning bell tolled signaling the steadfast approach of noon, a few black crows fluttered and cawed into the cloudy, gray skies above, and Evelyn lit a cigarette, taking a few drags before snuffing it out under the heel of her leather boot.  Brushing a few strands of dark hair away from her dull crimson eyes, she sighed and reached behind her back, producing once more her new prized instrument, the Hymn of Thanatos, placing her fingers on the thick fretboard and fishing from the pocket of her jacket her guitar pick, a special thin pick, hearty but with enough bend to pull off some sick tremolos and really get into some furious speed picking.  Been a while since she thrashed the strings on her war axe, but for now...Evelyn played it slow, and to her discovery, the demonic guitar didn't even need an amp to ring out all over the school from her ghostly perch.

Once those all to familiar notes hit her ears, it carved a wry grin across Ev's face as she wielded her weapon, cranking the volume back up and breaking into Hammett's peaceful, melancholic intro to quite possibly one of Ev's [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qNcix2xMQ3Q]favorite songs[/url] off Ride the Lightning, next to the title track and Trapped Under....actually the whole fucking album was sick!  And...it was the last Metallica album she listened to before...well...as if she should say anymore.  Note after note she executed so flawlessly, her fingers hitting every fret in perfect succession while she softly strummed the thick gauged strings, bobbing her head along to the slow melody and singing along to Hetfield's enigmatic and heartfelt lyrics.  And, as if by the power of metal itself...or just that of the Satanic instrument, Thanatos kicked it into distortion right at the exact moment Ev went into a furious attack against her strings with her pick, now launching into full-on headbanging, her hood flying back and unleashing the chaos of her dark raven hair flourishing as if the mane of an apocalyptic war horse.

The music...it was everything to her, a safe haven and a catalyst through which she could project her many emotions, unleash her unbridled fury, her misery, her pain and her doubt, every inch of it pouring away through the maelstrom of notes screaming from her guitar, her fingers ablaze with flame, quite literally, as she shred through the ending solo with all her passion for metal and music in general.  Yes, she could feel it now, that....fire blazing through her obsidian heart, that drive she had been missing for quite some time.  All it took...was the music...