A/N: my first horror fic!!!! YAY!!!! btw, it's 4 1/2 pages long, my longest fic yet
Disclaimer: I do not own yugioh!
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The devil himself must be proud. I have fulfilled his innermost desires. I have killed the one dearest to me. I feel no remorse. Nothing.
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He tries to flee, but I grab him anyways. The knife in my hand glistens in the moonlight, like a silver predator. I am the hunter. He is my prey.
He turns to me, shock in his eyes. I must admit I would be shocked too, seeing what he is seeing.
His eyes are wide with fright as I step closer. He appears frozen, startled by my sudden intensity, my sudden power.
I step closer, intrigued by his lack of response. I can't very well stop now, not when i'm this close. Not when he's this vunerable.
I'm so close to my goal. So very close to getting what I want. He tries to beg, to plead, but nothing comes out of his mouth.
"I'm here, Big Brother!" A giddy smile crosses my face. "I have come to get you!" I leap foward, the knife positioned perfectly...
...Damn. His reflexes mus have kicked in. Oh well. It's not like he can do anything to stop me.
"Why are you running, Big Brother? Don't you know it's useless?" I'll get you eventually,. You will tire, and I will win.
He lets out a squeak as his back hits the wall. I resist the urge to cackle. He's mine now!!!
I step foward, eager to slice, eager to taste his sweet blood, the crimson power that floods his body. I raise the knife, and bring it down.
I hear a muffled scream as it slices straight down his bare chest. I grin insanely as the blood starts flowing. I lean in, and trail my tongue over the wound.
"Oh God. Please no!!" I hear his whimpered plea, the first thing he's spoken since this little chase began. "Please no! Don't! Stop!"
His voice is weak. Probably from the loss of blood. Maybe I should make it even harder for him! I shove the knife into his abdomen, at the same time leaning foward to stifle his cry with my lips.
I taste blood. He must be coughing it up, for I feel violent spasms in his body. As a stream of his life's elixar floods my mouth, I pull back.
"Big Brother! Don't you know it's rude to spit blood on the person you are kissing?!!"
"I" He pauses to spit "was not" again with the spitting, this time followed by a coughing fit "kissing you!"
"Really?" I know I am pouting, and then a wave of irrational anger hits me. I brandish my knife, and lunge at him yet again.
"Do you not love me Big Brother?!" Stab. "I gave you everything!" Stab. "You're going to die!" With my final statement, I plunge the knife deep into his heart. He collapses, eyes glazed, and mouth full of blood.
I grin down at my masterpiece. He looks at me, and I tear the knife out. His blood is everywhere, and I can see him slipping.
I kiss him one last time, and I see his eyes roll back into his head.
"Shizuka..."