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The red moon glows down, flooding the world with its crimson gaze. So reminiscent of you… But, I'm old enough now to stop shaking in fear, I'm old enough now to hate, I'm old enough now to destroy you. You stole my life; it's only fair I return the favor. I wonder, while walking down the blood soaked road, what I would have been like if I had a life. Would I have had friends I liked? Would I have come every day to warm embraces instead of the cold emptiness? I now I definitely wouldn't feel so much evil.
Corpses of people I loved little this world, but someone is missing. One person; the person I dedicated my life to. Now I'm the walking dead. Tell me, did you do this on purpose? You killed my soul just to leave my body alive. You're truly cruel. Watching me scream, cry, watching my life slip away… didn't it bother you? Of course not. That would require feelings of remorse, a conscience, love… All if which you are clearly lacking. You are emotionally defective, aren't you?
I've been checking buildings for hours now; jumping over corpses, disembodied limbs, and pools of blood. I'm breathing roughly and I can see my breath. Such a cold world.
I've been stuck here for so long. Every time I close my eyes, visions of corpses flash in my mind. You did this. You made me fear my own subconscious. How ironic. I no longer fear you, but myself. Aren't you proud of my? I'm strong. Strong enough to kill you.
I misjudge my step and fall onto the unmoving bodies of Father and Mother. Looking into their eyes I grimace and stand. A deep chuckling echoes in my ears. I spin around, eyes locked on the direction of the noise. Finally, you're here. I've been waiting so long.
Is this our final meeting? I doubt it. Something tells me this isn't it. Still a weapon, I need a weapon. I bend down and yank the kunai out of my mother's chest. I guess in every desert there is a rose. You keep laughing, red eyes lit up with joy. You seem happy to watch me suffer. Must you destroy me even further? All I have left is my mind. I have no soul, no life, yet here you are, abusing my mind. Why? You son of a… Do you have no limits?
I rush toward you, knife reflecting the red light. You stand there and grin as the blade slides into your chest. No way… Could it be? Your grin grows and I growl low, pulling the blade out and stabbing again and again. Your familiar laughter billows and I gasp. I rip your shirt, revealing your wounded chest. I start tearing at the damaged flesh. I pull and pull. My hands become coated in your blood and I can feel your veins break beneath my fingers. I stare at the gaping hole in your chest. You… You have no heart! No! It's not possible. You have to have one! How…How can you have no heart? I stick my soiled hand through the hole. It's no trick. There's nothing there. Empty. Hollow. I fall to my knees and you crouch down, smiling sweetly at me. I feel stomach bile rise to the back of my throat. What you said next caused this world to shatter.
"Foolish little brother, I gave my heart to you years ago. "
Well, that was short. XD ah well, life happens we move on.
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