This is the song I was listening to when I wrote this;.com/watch?v=wkiF3rpm9BE
Help set the mood a little…..maybe J
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A mission with no purpose was to be carried out by a single man.
Lives of both the innocent and the sinned were lost, their blood completely amalgamated and burning in a raging fire.
Their bodies lay in motionless heaps of flesh and bone, the ghastly scent of their corpses traveling in the strong current of the wind.
A being, half man half creature, stood among the carnage, his thoughts dark and grave.
His fist clenched into a ball.
Never again.
Never again would he lose a battle, no matter who the opponent.
Never.
His blood-drenched fur became matted as the winds from the sea dried the red fluid.
A white bird from atop a building flew down to the creature's shoulder.
A sound reached the man-creatures ear.
Somewhere, amongst the raging fire and blowing winds was the sound of music.
His ears searched for the source of the melody, his body soon to follow.
The fire crackled and sparks darted past his eyes.
The music was becoming clearer.
The tone was gentle and soothing, yet it carried such an essence of sadness in it.
The man-creature stopped, taking in the scene before him.
There sat a girl, untouched and unnoticed by the tragedy and horror around her.
Her white hair, like the man-creature's fur, had been died red from the blood.
Her golden eyes focused on the rose shaped music box in her hands.
It was a faded yellow color, covered in the blood and ashes of the murdered.
The man-creature, as the song began to end, walked towards the only survivor of his rampage, with the full intention of finishing the job.
The music stopped.
The young woman turned her face to look at the man-creature, a light smile crossing her face.
The man-creature stopped in his tracks.
She was truly miserable and broken behind that sad-excuse for a smile.
He knew.
Her eyes had told him that.
Her eyes told him that her current emotions were anything but positive at the moment.
They were sad, depressed and vacant.
Afraid.
But not of him.
Afraid of something deep down in her heart, something lingering and haunting, refusing to go away.
Slowly, her eyes began to close as she lost consciousness.
Her body had gone limp and she toppled into the outstretched arm of the man-creature that had sparred her, and her alone.
He gently carried her in his arms and stared down at her face.
That smile, that oh so fake smile, still plastered to features.
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WELL THERE YOU HAVE IT!! (YAYS!)
NOTE TO READER: THE WHITE HAIRED GIRL IS JUST SOME RANDOM PERSON I MADE UP TO PUT I THE STORY. J HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT J
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