Possessed
He sees the blood spread.
He sees it crawling into the crevices, places that it will forever be soaked into.
He sees those hateful eyes boring into his soul, and he feels pleasure.
"Keep looking at me like that." Whispers an unfamiliar voice.
His vocal chords vibrate and he absently concludes that he has heard his own voice.
"Keep cursing out my existence till your last breath."
He realises before the last words even leave his lips, that his victim is already dead.
A hysterical chuckles echoes, and for some reason he begins to feel fear.
The walls are unfamiliar. Cracked and desolate.
He doesn't remember coming here.
The man lying dead at his feet is also someone he does not identify.
The chuckles that were forcing themselves past his lips become full blown laughter. A mad cackling he cannot stop himself from expressing.
His laughter pitches and deepens and trills.
He stops.
His breaths come heavy and hard.
The young boy, only then, begins to scream. Long and tortured.
The trance is broken and his control is regained yet his pulse is panicked.
Translucent arms reach out to cage.
"There, there little one…" comes a familiar voice.
"There, there…" the voice coos.
Against the boy's will his frayed nerves begin to soothe.
"You are such a sweet child." The voice exclaims with delight.
"Certainly, you are the one most deserving."
The child becomes confused and panic begins to set once again.
The boy turns to face the person whose wiry arms hold him with such tenderness.
He spies white hair and pale lavender irises.
He does not recognize this person either!
But…
That voice…
That voice is…
The person smiles suddenly. Lips stretched almost painfully.
"I am so happy that it was you they gave my heart!"
END.