This is a first time fic that I started out of complete boredom and the curiosity to see if my ability at storytelling was any good.
I've pinched some bits from the manga and possibly the novel but don't blame me if my take is totally crap! Please cc and tell me what you think. Thanks!
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Disclaimer: Too poor to own anything!
Retribution
Prologue
Most people wouldn't notice it at first while they're walking past a park, a street, an alleyway. The immediate drop in the surrounding temperature, the foggy mist with each puff of breath, the feeling of being watched by pairs of blazing ruby eyes.
Most people really wouldn't notice…until the tender flesh of your body is pierced and ripped by invisible blades.
That's the funny thing though. You can't see the disgustingly hunched, sinewy, haggard creatures swathed in black rags if you don't believe they're there in the first place. As kids, everything was possible. The boogeyman in the closet and the monster under the bed were so real you were frozen under the bed sheets, sweating furiously and chanting in your head, willing them away.
But the second you first feel the prick of pain shooting through your body by something you can't see, you start to believe.
The panic first begins as a pulse in your head when you look around and see nothing but as the pain starts to intensify, the images before your eyes begin to take in everything surrounding you.
Taking in the harsh red glow of two orbs pulsing from dark sunken holes set in a leathery face shaped like a mask. The dark embroidered cloak covering the hideous head and down the arms of the creature to its bony fingers clasped around a dangerously wicked scythe; the blade impaled into your chest cavity. A sharp jerk of the scythe from the repulsive yet mysterious creature sends a fountain of blood spurting out of the cavity as your heart continues to pump the blood around your body. Feeling your knees buckle under the excruciating pain spreading throughout the body, you drop to the ground completely shocked.
It becomes unbearably colder now as the time drags on, feeling the blood slowly drain from each vessel of the body. Your vision starts to blur and darken, leaving your other senses to heighten and low rumbling growls can be heard straight above you.
Maybe you were right as a kid, monsters do exist, then again, maybe you were stupid to even think you were brave enough to walk out here by yourself and maybe right now that grip on your soul is slipping.
In a last attempt to shake yourself out of this nightmare, your vision shows multiple empty and expressionless faces floating above looking down upon you, raising their blades.
At this moment, you start to believe that maybe, there's more to life than what meets the eye…