9-3-N/A.
I ran as fast as possible. I could feel the sweat rolling down my face. It stung my eyes, and filled my mouth with a salty taste. I think of stopping: No, no time to stop. No time to rest. The hunters are closely behind. Fear takes me over again. I run faster, knocking over hanging soggy branches and twigs out of my way. I can feel exhaustion setting in..
I feel the ever haunting gift of blackness begin to envelope my view. I grip my chest, feeling it coming. A few more seconds, and He will be here.
"I can smell the maggots flesh!" I hear one of the two hunters growl. I look between a crack in the log from where I'm sitting. They're dangerously close.. Not even three feet away. I can smell their fowl odor even from here. The smell which only man can imagine in his most awful nightmares.
I close my nose and eyes, trying to hold my breath. (One for the sake of my gasping. The other for the fact that the Hunters odor can induce death in some cases.) I wait… Hearing nothing. I wait for several minutes before moving. I begin at a slow pace… And then run again.. Until
Bang!
I feel something sharp hit my head. It makes me fall, and I le out a yell of pain. My fingers instinctively reach to the damaged area. Blood freely pours from the fresh gash. I ignore the pulsating pain and try to run. I can feel Him kissing at the edges of my conscious… Again before I make it but 5 feet I'm again struck, this time in the back, by a heavy force. I roll countless times, and am greeted with many blows to the face.. And now, I realize the hunters have captured me.
Agonizing minutes later
They had their fun with me. I'm nothing more than a ragged mess, beaten into the ground. They brag about my real punishment, with their master, Shinobu. I try and control my breathing, feeling him close in on me.. I look up at one of the hunters purple and brown skin, their putrid saliva resting on me as they rant on. If they only knew.. If you, dear reader, only knew of the punishment they were about to receive, you may not have read this far on.. They continued on, hitting me across the head with wooden clubs, until finally, I let it all go, and become what I swore never to become again.. I stand, shakily, looking at the ground, and yell out… "Chaos!!" And then all becomes black
I awaken, to find myself staring at the hunters. It is I, and yet it is not.. I have no control over it. He has come. One of the hunters smirks and says "Let's just kill him here! He should make a tasty morsel!' He attempts to take a rather large portion of my face in his mouth. I can see his green acidic throat as he slowly moves his open mouth towards my face. He thinks he is safe.. As if I am still no longer a threat... He is wrong. Once he is about 3 inches from my face, I dig my clawed hand into his mouth, causing him to hack gurgling sounds. I feel around and rip out his tongue. He flies back in a rage of pain and anger, while his accomplice readies his bow. I leap forward at an extraordinary speed, and plunge his allies tongue down his throat. However, that is merely the beginning of the torment. I grab an arrow from the archers back, and stab it trough the others throat. The one with no tongue dies instantaneously. The other, who is choking on his tongue, drops down and begs for mercy, through mouthfuls of coughs and gags. I take my hands, and rip off his head as if it was a fruit from a tree. I let out a sadistic laugh. One that haunts a man's dreams. I spread my wings, an take flight to a place of solitude.
To you, reader this seems as an act of evil.. But if you wish to learn of my past.. My life.. My darkness..My love, than by all means, read on and join me…