So this is my first BRS fanfic! To be honest, I'm quite excited on working with this fic. I hope to update this fic as much as I can. It's a little rusty but I promise things will get better. And if you like this, a little feedback would be much appreciated.
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In this cold unforgiving world, there is only one rule: Kill or be killed.
In the old dusty, cold, open shrine, footsteps echoed
A blade scrapes the ground.
A past, lost in space..
The ceiling groans and the flaking dust makes the cold air unpleasant to breathe. Rocks and pillars fall silently to the ground. Of course, even in this world gravity excists. In this world, gravity still wins.
Where do I start? In the past? Our lost childhood?
The footsteps stop. In the middle of the shrine stands a petite figure. A hooded figure. With an elegant sweep, the hooded figure turns on the spot, her cloak stirring up another cloud of dust, yet none catching to the tip of it. And yes. Her. Female. Isn't it strange, males cease to exist here? Though those who do live here don't take notice of such a small thing.
Hunt us down, like a wolf, a predator..
The hooded figure stops again. Gloved hands reach up and push back the hood, raven hair tumbling down after it. The gloved hands rake back stands of loose black hair, probably an a effort to tidy it in some way. They stop. Why? Because they're shaking.
I felt like a demon in low lights.
One would say that beauty is a rare thing. Beauty may not exist in ones vocabulary. But all doubts of beauty being impossible would be wiped away when one would see her face. The hooded girl's face. Pearly white skin. White skin that covered her entire body. Perfectly manicured eyebrows and a elegant nose, though lips that had never smiled could open and bare white teeth that would put ads on T.V to shame. High cheek bones and thick raven hair pulled back into two uneven, careless pigtails. To ones eyes, this was a face of beauty.
Hungry for that flesh of mine..
She noticed her shaking gloved hands, and clasped them together in an effort to keep them still. She started to pace. Back and foward. Back and foward. Anxious. She was so anxious. She thought it would pass ages ago, but it kept getting worse. Worry. But most of all, Guilt. Perfect eyebrows started to slant downwards on her pretty face. She brought her clasped hands close to her nearly bare chest. Her clothes? Nothing more than a bikini bra and tight mini shorts with white belts that hung loosely on her narrow hips. Her knee high black boots with white platforms adding a little to her height and her black zip up cloak gave her a look of elegance. But why did she feel so guilt? Why did her chest feel so tight and feel unable to breathe? She kept trying to make up different silly answers in her head... But none of them could overcome the truth. She knew exactly why she felt like this.
I cant compete with thy one who has brought me to my knees..
With a defeated sigh, her knees gave out from under her.
What do you see in those killer eyes?
Her closed pale eyelids opened. Her cold blue eyes full of pain. She reflected her other half's features so well. Especially her eyes. Ah yes, her otherhalf. Counterpart. The one she would go through hell for. The one she loves. What was so unusual about her eyes though was the white circular pattern instead of a black pupil in the center of her eyes. Tilting her head up, she looked up through the gaping hole in the shrine's ceiling at the white sun. The colourless beams would have blinded any normal being immediately, but she wasn't normal. Nowhere near. Her lips parted slightly and out came a strangled sob, blue eyes once again closed over by pale eyelids. When she opened her mouth again.. She whispered..
Cause I'm falling to pieces.
'I'm so sorry'' .
It was only then did a blue tear run down her face.