YJ: Live Steel
I come to life.
THUNK.
Heavy cold steel connected with the thin legs the impact carrying through to the bones.
SNAP.
Just like that I broke the little bird's wings. The pesky boy could no longer get away.
THWACK.
This time it connected with the tiny rib cage, no amount of armour could hold back the force of the swing. Blood vessels burst, ribs crack and shattered shards embedding itself in the diaphragm. Only a muffled groan escaped. How disappointing.
CRACK.
My curved neck left its impression in the pale skin on the boy's back, even though I can't see it through the clothes I know it is there like a signature. I was careful to avoid connecting with the head, because the boy won't be able to scream if he is unconscious. A downward swing brought my heavy body down shattering the bones in the boy's hand. No screams.
"He will come…" A pained groan, but not satisfactory. "He will get you…"
WHACK.
Blood coated my enameled skin as my sharp edge ripped skin and my body shattered teeth and jaw. I hadn't wanted to hit him in the head yet, but the brat was just begging for it. He won't be able to speak now. Still no scream.
THWACK. THUNK. WHACK.
I connected again and again, metal bruising flesh, metal shattering bone. Still no screams. There has been so many cracks I lost count how many bones were broken, but the body will remember. The boy only whimpered and groaned, he just would not give me the satisfaction.
SMACK. THUD. WHAM.
Eyes half lidded the boy has stopped making noise all together. My motions are more frenzied now. The less noise the child made the harder and faster I hit. Suddenly all the anger was gone, jerked away. I am knocked free from my wielder's hand, as I soar through the air combat boots and gauntleted fists connected with painted skin and purple satin.
CLANG.
I land and skid a few feet away from the body I had been assaulting. Now I am face to face with my victim – my wielder's victim. The boy's blue eyes growing dull and his life slipping out with the growing pool of blood creeping out towards me on the concrete.
The murderous intent of my wielder faded as fast as the warmth of the hand that held me.
Now I am just cold steel on concrete.
