I'm obsessed with Killua lately.
[His Smile]
His eyes were cold and wild, glaring at you, as a frown etched on his face. He stood above you darkly, his dagger in hand, and you backed away as best as you could.
But you were weak.
There was not much you could do but flail. The cold metal reflected the light of the moon, and a shiver chilled you. You closed your eyes.
"Please. . ."
But there was nothing in him to hear you. There was only murderous intent.
When you opened your eyes again, you saw something you never thought would frighten you: his smile, wide, and dark, twisted in an insane smirk as he raised his blade above you, ready to strike.
And he brought it down. . .