a/n whatever that means ^_^ well hiya! This is my first fanfic! Yaaay! I know I'm not very good but please don't be too mean, although your entitled to your opinion and I'd love to hear it! This story contains gore but no spoilers for Vanitas's face! Please tell me what you think!
A laugh escapes my lips as I near my bleeding victim, her blue hair dyed red by her own blood. She tries to push her injured body up but I kick her back down, only injuring her more. A smirk spread across my face as tears pour down her face, and I thought she would be hard to beat…I was so wrong.
"V-Vanitas" she chokes out my name as I kick her over onto her back, making her wince in pain. I notice some of her blood on my show I scowl at it and kick her again, I don't mind it there, I just dislike the smell of her blood. The metallic smell practically suffocated me, making me lash out at her tortured body.
"Aqua" I snarl down at her, her face was so pained, it's hilarious for me. She was so weak. It was ironic how she was the one who was deemed a keyblade master.
"Go die…" she hisses at me, I simply laugh at her and kick her in the ribs. Hard.
"Oh but aqua, it is you that will be the one who shall die tonight." I laugh at her again as I see her face pale, then her shocked looks be replaced with ones of fury. She tries to push herself up, a small bead of sweat ran down her face from the effort. After a minute or two of struggling she was able to stand up, her knees shaking and blood covering her body.
"Shut up!" she yells running lopsidedly to me. I smirk at her drunk like running, she tries to hit me with her keyblade but she misses hopelessly. I effortlessly hit her arm, slashing through the delicate skin, making blood splatter out of the wound. The metallic scent invaded my nostrils again making me shudder and slash her chest. She falls back onto the ground with a thud, blood oozing out of the cut in her chest and arm.
She closes her eyes as she passes out, from loss of blood, which was covering the dirt floor underneath us. I scoff at her. She was so weak and useless; she might as well be dead. So I shall kill her. I place my keyblade over her chest where her heart is and thrust it down, plunging into her chest. Her eyes fly open for a second before her life is sucked out of her. I withdraw my keyblade from her chest, the copper smelling blood covering it, my nose wrinkles in disgust at it and I kick her lifeless body, watching it flop over like a ragdoll.
I laugh and turn to walk away from her dead body, longing to get away from the metallic scent. I smirk as I walk away from her, let her rot for all I care. She's Worthless.
Goodbye aqua. It was nice to kill you.
