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Blood
by Nitaki
Blood.
Funny, how the word rolls off your tongue so easily, how it
sounds
sinister; how it reminds you something creepy that should
be
forgotten. Blood. Blood is the only thing that fills the void in
my
heart; the only thing that satisfies my lust.
I
can't control it. It just happens. One minute they're there;
taunting
me. Torturing me. Then, they're dead, broken and mangled on
the
ground. Sometimes, I hear a whispering in my mind, too. A cackle or
something,
as if something within is satisfied by the blood as it
trickles
into the ground, as it soaks into the sand of the desert.
As
it laughs, I feel another hollowness that deepens and aches as
more
people taunt me. I watch now with a cold mind as they fall,
dead.
Their blood eases my pain some, but not enough. Now the people
know
not to insult me. They know the consequences.
Then
I met her. Sweet, kind, but ready to defend her team whenever
she
needs to with everything she has. Some call her weak. I call her
beautiful.
She fills the hole, erases the pain from my mind. So now,
as
I watch her sleep, I realize I am staring love in the face.
Love,
which is a story of fairy tales in our world of hatred and war. Was,
I think as
I
wrap my arms around her, cradling her head on my chest. Was,
a
story
of fairy tales.
