The monsters lumbered after her, grins pasted on their faces as every giant step took them closer. Kisa Sohma tried to run as fast as she could, almost tripping over her own two feet as her mother dragged her along. They had to find a place! Somewhere safe, where they could hide until the strange creatures called "Titans" were gone.

Escape was impossible.

People were screaming, pushing, climbing over each other to get away from the looming threats that approached them. "Run Kisa," Mother whispered, the grip so tight it hurt Kisa's hand. "Don't give up!"

Die with dignity!

Every step thundered behind her: closer, the ground almost quaking under her feet, a shadow falling over them. She shouldn't have looked behind her: Kisa never would have the grin stretched almost ear to ear, the blood stained teeth bright in the daylight. She never would have to see how it waddled after her, stubby fingers reaching for her. Kisa screamed as she twisted away; a quick jerk, a movement that broke the grip her mother had on her.

"Kisa," Mother screamed even as the Titan scooped her up. Her mother looked like a porcelain doll in its hand: delicate, thrashing, hand outstretched to her. Her mother was in that thing's hands. Her mother was going to die and there was nothing Kisa could do about it. "Kisa, run! Stop staring and run!"

Move, Kisa screamed at herself, even as she sank to her knees. The Titan was raising her to its mouth: a gaping maw, her own mother a wailing, thrashing dot. "M-mother," Kisa whimpered. She couldn't do it. She curled into a ball, a shaking, pathetic ball. She couldn't move and after the Titan ate her mother it would eat her and-

"Sweetheart, can you move?"

Kisa blinked, brought down to earth by the sound of an old woman's voice. She looked to be in her early forties, dark hair pulled back in a bun, blue dress bloodstained. She was pulling on Kisa's arm, practically dragging the young girl to her feet. "Mother," Kisa started, raising her head.

"No," the woman commanded as she dragged her off to the side. "Don't look."

And Kisa tried. Oh how she tried. But it was the crunch of bones breaking, the splatter of blood as it struck exposed skin and the scream that cut off in the middle. It was the knowledge that the grinding sound above her was the sound of her mother's body being turned into mush; that the person Kisa had once known as her mother was now just a corpse being ground into meat to nourish the Titan.

"Here," the woman commanded, throwing open the lid of a dumpster. It was a beaten up thing; dented in many places, green paint chipped off in some places.

"B-but I can't," Kisa started even as the woman attempted to grab her by the middle. Kisa had always been small for her age- it was no great feat for the woman to half chunk her inside and slam the lid shut. Garbage bags did nothing to cushion the sudden crash, the sound of the woman running away even as the thundering footsteps began. Kisa took a deep, shuddering breath, holding it.

The hand would pick the dumpster up, somehow Kisa knew it. It would pick it up and dump it over, allowing Kisa to be buried under the weight of the trash bags. Or maybe, if it wanted to play with her then maybe it would lift the dumpster to its mouth and flick open the lid: Kisa would have nowhere to run, doomed to end inside the same mouth that ground her mother into a fine, red paste. Tears were forming in Kisa's eyes as the footsteps moved passed; they were slower, maybe it was questioning where she was? Maybe it was thinking about eating her later, when she would leave. If she would leave.

A scream from somewhere far away- the Titan took off, running away. Kisa broke down; she sobbed, her nose burning from the horrid stench, the only thing to comfort her, the multitude of trash bags. Kisa couldn't make it without her Mother. She had no parents left. And the rest of the Sohma family…

There was no telling where they were.

Kisa Sohma didn't want to die. She didn't want the last thing to be the crunch of her bones or the sight of someone she loved to be them running away. She had, in a sick sense, killed her mother. Kisa couldn't live without depending on someone.

This is the End of Days.

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