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A Claymore Fanficiton
By Soul Teller the Corrupt Soul Weaver

A/N: ...This is another prediction from your favorite weaver... This time featuring Raki's end... that is what happens if he doesn't find Clare in time... I'll make another featuring an alternate ending...

This is the end of the road...
And yet it felt as if it never really began...

Raki panted as he hid behind a tree, he gave a groan and stabbed his broadsword into the ground with his remaining right arm his left now a bloody stump. Blood flowed down his face from a gash just below his hairline, and his armor was heavily dented or utterly shattered. He gave a grim smile, he knew that she would be tough but this was completely different. He wasn't expecting this what-so-ever... actually he was he was just in slight denial. He knew that she would've transformed soon he just didn't expect it to be so soon and sudden. Raki sighed and slid down the tree slightly. His strength was leaving him, his vision was blurring, his body was cold... was he dieing...?

"NO!" he shouted, and he stood forcing his body to stand, "NOT YET!" He winced slightly as he stood, however stand he did tall, wounded, but proud. He took in a deep breath, closing his eye's as he did allowing himself to be calm, collected, centered like Isley taught him. He opened his eye's and stared at the large yellow slitted eye's staring back at him. He grinned, his normal goofy grin. "Hello Priscillia!" Priscillia cocked her head to the side and blinked.

"Ra... ki...?" She blinked again and her slitted eye's turned to Raki's bleeding stump. "Where's... your arm... Raki...?" Raki blinked then looked at his stump.

"Oh this? It's nothing! You know me!" As he said me he grasped his sword with his right hand and swung it at Priscillia who raised an arm to block the blade only for it to sink into her tough skin. Her eye's turned from Raki's stump to his sword.

"What's this...? Why is this here...?" she questioned much like a child after finding a lost toy in the wrong place. She raised a hand to grab the blade however Raki pulled the sword up and swung upward removing her hand. Her eye's never left the spot where the sword had been. Raki moved, dashing to the left in time to evade the wing tips that had shot forward to impale him. With that he ran his breath coming in smooth yet painful breaths as he dragged his broad sword. He soon slid to a halt as Priscillia seemed to appear right in front of him. He turned his eye's to her right arm, seeing a new hand already in place of the one he cut before. He smirked as he began to dodge what he could of Priscillia's attacks.

"Raki...? Why are you running from me...?" The monster asked. Raki just smiled.

"I'm not running. Just playing a game! It's called tag! All you have to do is catch me and you win!" He said. Priscillia's eye's remained impassive as ever however he could've sworn that they shimmered slightly.

"Really...?" She asked.

"Really." He responded.

"Okay..." and her attacks became even quicker and Raki winced as he lost an ear, a finger, and a chunk of his torso. This continued with Raki losing even more body parts and finally he was impaled by her arm. He gasped and a large glob of blood flew from his open mouth onto Priscillias face. Priscillia stared at Raki then her lips parted as a large, pink tongue appeared and very slowly licked off the blood from her face. The tongue slid back, and Raki heard the audible gulp. He groaned as Priscillia began to retract her arm from his body, twisting it as she did. Raki grunted when her arm finally slid off with a wet pop! He fell to the ground his legs no longer able to support him. However he soon felt a pair of strong arms grab him and lift him.

"Uuuhh..." he groaned out weakly as he looked at the purple face of Priscillia. It's head was cocked slightly to the side, a very slight smile on it's face making it seem eviler than ever.

"I win..." She said, and she opened her mouth wide and Raki met darkness...