I could see all. Or rather hear all. From inside my dark prison I could hear the alarms and the screams echoing from above me. The smell of blood entered the blood stream of the building poisoning the air ways. It was a smell I was use to but this blood smelled different. Did blood not all smell the same? A sudden scream draws my entire body upwards. Lost; a word I had never known. My body goes slack like a piece of ribbon. I look around the dark room deprived of everything but straw bedding, even light is only found squeezing under the door. The dark never bothered me; in fact it saved me, hid me, protected me, but for the first time I felt scared in my sanctuary. Defeated and beaten down by despair every time the screams echoed. I would be forgotten in here, left in the dark forever. Till all fell silent, no, if I listen carefully, a faint flurry of confused mummers drifts through the air. Then two figures crash though the wall. The dust finally settles and my eyes adjust to see the two figures, one clad in white and one a metallic purple.

I stayed close to the wall in the shadows left in the corner and watch with wild eyes. I had acquainted myself with humans before but these were different. Their eyes focused straight forward and as sharp as their weapons. Weapons, another word I'd never been able to use. Sparks: swords meet at a point of light. No, not swords. As they jump away from each other I see it. The one in white's left arm extends, long and black with thin sharp blades as fingers. He radiates with warm frightful power. I decide I like him though not sure why. The other does have a sword but I was wrong in calling him human. He was a monster. His outline resembles a human but at closer inspection strange deformities scream not human. I fear him, for he was covered in the same blood that now ran though the building walls.

Their fight raged on in my room only for a few second till they threw themselves though the ceiling. I follow them without thinking. The one in white was the key to open up my world, he would not escape. I chased them down a short tunnel till it opened up into a large room shaped how I guess the inside of a cylinder would look like. But time to stare was better spent with the two fighters now dancing in midair with flashes of steel and light at every meeting. I want to dance. I want to fight. My own weapons itched to cut the purple villain. Standing up I sway my two tails to my side stroking the metal blades at the end.

"Wait, please wait," I remember the day I asked why I was different than the people who visited me. They said I was special and possess a power called innocence. They said mine was a parasite type uniquely called Peacocks Tails because the shape of the blades at the end resembled the eye of a peacock feather. I never understood what was so great, but I did know that they were why I went through test after test, day after day. But now I had a way out and it was just out of reach.

"You're slowing down exorcist," a raspy voice called me from my daydreams and back to the fight. The one in white was on one knee panting. He was pinned down and blood ran down his arm. No. The monster stalked toward the white one. No. His arm rose, brought up the stained blade. No. He began to swing the sword down.

"NOOO!"

My body moved in an instant; a flash. I never knew I was this fast. As I neared the battle my twin tails flew into action, coming up for the impending block.

Nothing.

That was all I saw and felt for a second till all rush and surprise faded away. I stood facing the smooth twisted face of purple. I stood with unseen eyes burning into me with interest and hate, legs braced, tails crosses right above my head, hands bracing the flat sides, and sword caught in the middle. Looking back I could see the surprised face of my key, a boy with white hair. At the meeting of my eyes he looked away. I knew why- for only seconds ago I had seen my cat slit eyes within the purple reflection. Why was I different?

"Why..."

"Why what…darling?" Only then did I realize my internal question had escaped me, and I was now talking to a monster that reeked of death. "Why do I kill? Why do I hurt people? Speak up…darling."

His voice came out like a chocked hiss as he put more pressure into his sword causing me to slide back a little. At this point I had lost all advantage and momentum. My eyes drifted to the floor below me, I was so scared I swear my legs were shaking.

I had been taught about the world from inside my dark cage, but it was nothing compared to what the world was really like. I wanted to see more. See a sunrise, smell the air, feel the bite of snow, the warmth of a fire, but was this where it all would end? I couldn't fight like the boy nor had the guts.

Just then an old quote I once read popped into my head. 'If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bullshit.' No I won't die. I may not know how to fight but I will make him think I do. I glance once at the boy behind him, our eyes lock and at a nod of his head I understood. This boy would not only be my key but my savior as well. I hardened my expression and look up. My purple reflection smiled back at me with a grin of pure satisfaction.

"Sorry. Let me ask again…Why don't you leave."

Hey there, if you're reading this you probably read the whole thing and i hoped you liked it. If you just skipped down here I have one thing to say, cheater (just kidding). This is my first fan fiction but not my first time writing. I know my writing style can get weird at times but if you like it let me know. This is kind of a test on ideas so if I get good feedback I will be sure to continue. Also sorry about words that don't belong or misspellings, my major weakness, but I tried hard as I read though it a few time and find mistakes. Should update soon. Thanks for reading.

Special Thanks To: Mysyticmoon