Title: Purpose
Story: -man
Summary: At night she walks the town, shrouded in her black cloak, hunting them, hunting hunting and hunting. To fulfill her only purpose.
The night was cold and clear, not that she could feel it, or care. Hunt...hunt...hunt. Kill more and more. Through the unnatural stillness of that night, her boot heels resounded through the cobbled streets, like smalls stones tumbling down the stairs.
Click, Clack, Click, Clack, such an innocent sound, yet for her quarry, the sound carried death. She wasn't picky about the kind, she didn't particularly care what they were like, as long as she found one, and could destroy it.
Her dark cloak fluttered in the slight breeze, brushing her ankles. She didn't think about what she did, it wasn't needful. The only needful thing she did was kill them. She killed them because she was ordered to. She killed them because it was her only purpose.
She paused then, as something tickled the edge of her memories. A beautiful teenage girl of brown hair and blue eyes, standing next to her, smiling. And then like smoke in the wind, it was blown away. not to be caught again.
Anyway, it didn't matter. She had a purpose, a job to do.
An old man suddenly appeared before her, pulling a cart at a section where two small streets, more like alleys, intersected.
The old man glanced up, startled. "Oh! I can't believe someone is out so late at night! You shouldn't wander miss," He warned her sternly, as a father might scold a little girl. "There's been strange murders hereabouts! people go missing, and only big craters and their clothes are missed! No one knows why. You're better off staying inside." He told her, picking up the lead of his small two wheeled cart. There were crates in the back, covered by cloth.
"What...were you doing down here...then?" She said slowly, her voice was soft and eerily calm, with a slightly uncertain sound to it, as if she were slightly startled at hearing herself speak.
He blinked, then laughed. "If you could believe it, I went down to the pub, with my cargo, and I lost track of several hours! My wife'll scold me something fierce." The man seemed to realize something and peered into the shadow in which she stood, as if trying to see her eyes under the hood of her cloak.
"Are you alright yerself Missy? You don't look too good." He asked her, looking concerned as he squinted into the blackness that covered her like her jacket.
"I'm fine," She murmured. "Just a little hungry....but....you're not."
"I'm not?" He asked confused.
It was then that she shed her form and rose up above the man. The man screamed, she aimed, and fired, and he was gone.
By the time the police came on the scene, she was long gone.
At night, this Akuma traveled the city, hunting. Her dark jacket trailing behind her, watching the world through the blue eyes that were not her own.
"Evolve more and more, my little Akuma-chan. You don't need to have any unnecessary thoughts, just obey your programming."