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Wusai

Author's Notes Feitan. Feitan, Feitan; I love him. x) I'm just posting this for feedback at this point; I'll come back and revise and expand some other time.

Constructive criticism is always greatly appreciated. Also, Feitan's supposed to be somewhere around eight or nine in this chapter.

Any suggestions for a good title?

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The rat squirmed and squeaked in his tight grip; he frowned slightly as his other hand toyed with the scissors, snipping the empty air, snip snip snip, rust flaking from the old blades. The rat was ugly, with dark, matted fur, uneven teeth the color of pages from a book left untouched for years; its eyes were beady and black. Its pink, furless tail lashing around reminded him of a worm writhing in freshly-dug dirt. Its belly squirmed with the bodies of perhaps a dozen tiny mice, all ready to emerge from their mother to smell the not-so-fresh air of the world.

Snip snip snip.

He paused for a second, pulling the mask a bit higher so that his entire lower face was covered, then made a small incision near the navel of the rat. The rat shrieked; he had to snip a few times, as the blades were dull, and only after the flesh was thoroughly bruised and abused would it finally tear open. In this tedious way, he cut along the entire length of the rat's belly as it screamed. With his small, nimble fingers, he pulled out the babies, one by one, until all were lying on the ground, whining and crying. Eyes cold and uncaring, he tossed the mother rat to the side, leaving it to bleed to its death.

"What did you just do?!"

He turned and tilted his head, gazing at the shocked girl standing before him. He shrugged.

"She was going to die, and the babies with her. I just wanted to put her out of her misery."

The girl shook, fists clenched at her side. "You are so vulgar! We may be thieves and the lowest people on earth, but at least have the decency to let the animals live their own lives! Animals can't think for themselves. Just let them be."

He smiled behind his mask as his eyes narrowed. "Animals can't think for themselves . . . ? Then I'll think for them."

Tears welled up in the girl's eyes. "You're so cruel! I hate you; I wish you'd just die!"

His smile widened. "Then kill me. Torture me and kill me . . . I'd enjoy it from a pretty girl like you."

Her eyes widened; she spun on her heel and ran away from him. He stood and frowned, stepping carefully on the baby rats; their blood squirted and splattered on the dirt and formed a bleeding, jagged shape.

The shape of murder.

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Author's Notes Revisions will take place later. -.-;

Chapter: 12/17/2004
Length: 415 words