The Enderman stopped whispering and stood up, it's eyes red. Glowing, gleaming crimson. Now, it could exact it's revenge. With a smile no one could see, it raised one of it's long, gangly arms and extended a pair of claws that weren't there before. Unlike the rest of it's body, the claws were whiter than a skeleton's bones. Pure, pristine... Cruel white. Soon be stained the color of it's infuriated eyes. As the claws came out, they made a sharp noise, like obsidian scraping on stone. She flinched at the noise, waiting. Time ticked by slowly... The shadow creature wasn't in a hurry. It inspected it's knife-like claws, the glow from it's eyes tinging the pearly surface red. In the other hand, it held it's diamond block. The only reason why it hadn't killed her immediately. After all, didn't the human deserve to live a little longer for this rarity? It thought so. Of course, Fleet didn't think any such thing... To be honest, if she'd known that that was why it was waiting so long to kill her, she'd have been crying even more. As it stood now, the tears had stopped flowing. But the girl was still terrified. As the Enderman brought his claws towards her face, it's invisible smile faded and was replaced with a sadistic smirk, shown by it's long, sharp teeth. It dragged it's index claw along her face, not pressing hard enough to slice... But still hard enough to hurt. Fleet whimpered, and the whimper was rewarded with a sharp stab into her cheek. She let out a small shriek, and she began to cry again. But still, her eyes were closed shut. That was just how the Enderman preferred it. With the claw still embedded into her skin, it began dragging it around her face, carving it to little ribbons... Her tears mixed into the wounds, the salt within causing them to sting like hell. This only made her cry harder, the products of her pain mingling together to make a thin, pinkish fluid. Still, her eyes were closed. As the Enderman sliced and diced it's way around her face, he made sure to carve a small smiley face on her forehead. By then, her face was little more than a mass of lumpy flesh and blood with an eye and a lipless grin. Her teeth too were red, though really more of a pinky color. The Enderman smiled again, kindly. It thought she was beautiful like this. A true work of art. A pool of blood surrounded her, and Fleet was numb with losing so much. To be honest, she was thankful for that... She wasn't in pain anymore. There wasn't anymore unnerving silence, either. The blood trickling from her body... She could hear it. It was loud, like a river. With death came super heightened senses. Everything. She could hear everything. The creeper running around outside, the wolf she'd been trying to tame for such a long time... He was pawing at the door, trying to find a way inside. Maybe it wanted to kill her too? Or save her... But there was nothing that could save her from this. As the Enderman removed it's claw from her mangled face, it moved to stab all five claws into her heart. It was no fun to take revenge on something when you couldn't hurt it anymore. Outside, the wolf whined... He had come to like this person. But there was nothing he could do now. The Enderman raised it's claws high and then brought them down in a plunging motion, easily slicing through Fleet's ribcage and spearing her heart. She was dead. Though her tears stilled flowed, the young girl was dead. And the wolf knew it. He let out a loud, mournful howl and waited. The Enderman wouldn't know what hit it. It started whispering again as it raised it claws. Fleet's body clung to it, and the shadow beast shook her of like it was nothing, and walked towards the door. With a small, gentle movement, it opened it. And was met with fangs tearing at it's leg. Surprised, the Enderman let out and angry shriek and fell to the ground. That hurt! It's whispering grew frantic as it realized that the wolf was pissed, and knew that as long as he kept staring at it, it couldn't move. He could stare at it as he tore it's throat out, and there was nothing the Enderman could do about it. The angry wolf padded forward, staring the Enderman right in the eyes. The black shadow was supposed to embody fear, but what was this strange feeling coursing through it? The wolf's paws were heavy on it's chest as he slowly walked toward it's neck, bent on his own vengeance. The smell of the girl human's pain permeated the air, and it drove him mad. With a frenzied growl, he lowered his head until his jaw was almost clamped onto the Enderman's neck. Their eyes met, and they each stared, unblinking. Death was imminent. The wolf snapped his jaw closed. There was a sickening crunch as the Enderman's body began to decay rapidly, just shriveling away until it was dust. As the wind blew the dust away, the wolf walked into the house and looked at the corpse of the human it had grown to love... Once more, it raised it's head to the air as it howled again. Karma was a bitch.
