Hailfire Vulpes: Bored. Had to write.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kirby and company, and they belong to their respectful owners.
This fic is not associated with my other fics.
~Chapter 1~
"...What...what have I done..."
He stared upon the ground, where the growing puddle of the blood seeped against his feet. His heart beat at a staccato rythym against his ribcage, threatening to break out of his chest. His paws shook, and shock and nausea were threatening to overwhelm him.
Tears, sticky and salty, ran in rivulets down his cheeks, and he began to back away...
God damn boy wouldnt leave me alone leave me alone stupid leave me alone wouldnt...
He was walking, then running, then sprinting, nearly tripping over his own feet in the process.
Had to do it had to he wouldnt leave me alone had to be killed must kill...
He tripped, throwing his paws in front of him to catch his fall. The unnatural claws that stuck from them dug into the earth, reminding him grimly of how smoothly these strange claws had shredded the flesh of his victim only a few minutes ago.
He lay, face against the ground, his heart pounding loudly in his ears.
Had to be done had to be done had to be done what have i done...
He ran his tongue along the inside of his mouth, feeling it run over his fangs, fangs that weren't there before. Fangs that tasted of blood. He pushed himself up to his feet.
...
"Fumu! I think Kirby's sick!"
"What? What happened?"
"He just fell over! I...don't know what..."
"...Don't worry. He hasn't got a fever. He might just be tired."
"...Yeah...yeah. That's right. I'll take him to his house."
"You do that Bun. We'll check on him later."
...
He started through the woods again, slower, listening to voices in his head.
...
"You're fine Kirby...but why'd you collapse?"
"...I...don't really remember..."
"You don't remember?"
"Everything's just...blurry."
"You're tired."
"..."
"Kirby, you okay?"
"...Bun..."
"Yeah?"
"I have to tell you something."
"What is it?"
"Not now...meet me here...tonight."
"Tonight?"
"Midnight. Come alone."
"...Why can't you just tell me now?"
"I just can't. Midnight, okay?"
"...Sure. Whatever you say, Kirby."
...
He sniffled, wiping the tear tracks that lined his face. The voices...they would forever haunt his memories. The voices that bore visual memories that led up to tonight...
...
"Kirby?"
"...I'm over here."
"...Kirby...? Why are you in a bush?"
"...Listen..."
"Yeah Kirby?"
"I...am..."
...
"Kirby?"
"My apologies! Forgive me Bun!"
"Kirby...what are those...fangs? And claws?"
"Shhh...screaming will make it more painful."
"Painful...? Kirby, what are you..."
"Please Bun...This is nothing personal. It's just something I have to do."
"Have to do what?"
"Please Bun...we're still friends...friends forever."
"Kirby...Kirby! NO! Please no!"
"Please Bun...It breaks my heart when you cry out like that..."
"Nononono! Kirby please no! Just tell me what...!"
"Sorry!"
...
Kirby stifled a sob, and sat down between two roots of a tree. He felt the night leaking away, and with it went his deformities.
He curled up, unable to move, and slept.