HAHAHAHA! I've actually posted another chapter and it hasn't even been a month! Are you proud of me my little souls?! Or are you just glad that there's more to read...? Bah! Here's the next chapter anyway... Enjoy my little souls!
The tip hit my teeth as I cringed, the weak oats snapping halfway and tumbled off my arm to the ground. I slowly, oh so very slowly, turned towards where the hot, foul-smelling breath rolled over my skin, sending goose bumps in trail. Beady red eyes shined out of a flat face, long incisors glinting yellow in the faint sunlight that trickled through the branches. It huffed and panted, a low grumble from the back of its throat petrifying me. Neither of us moved for a second before it's jaws gaped with a horrifying screech in my face. Ignoring the disgusting fact that I could feel the gooey spit on my face, I threw the small half of granola that remained in my hand to it's face. It was distracted in that moment, pissed clearly as it glared down at the shining wrapper before pounding it's fist into it repeatedly. By the time it looked up, I was barely looking over my shoulder at it while I ran through the thick brush away from the kishin.
Within an instance, I could hear the beast's paws pounding against the ground in hot pursuit behind me. Fear and adrenaline surged through my veins, pushing me to be barely faster than the monkey-kishin beast. However, I knew I wouldn't be able to beat it. I tried to swing my pack in front of me, clumsily trying at the drawstring. Distracted with the bag, I snagged my foot on a uprooted root, stumbling forward onto my hands and knees. I hissed, gravel and dirt biting into my palms and knees. I quickly turned onto my hands and feet, crab walking backwards in futile as the kishin ran at me at full speed. Bringing up my bag, I held it in front of my face when fangs and claws were extended to rip at me.
I shouted in terror, the bag ripped from my hands. The yellow bag swung left and then right, then left to right again. Shreds of fabric littered to the ground, supplies flinging right and left. I backed up, the kishin preoccupied ripping and thrashing my only provisions. The only thing left for me now was the knife still snug on my hip; my last defense. It seemed to have finally noticed that the bag was no longer attached to me, the shredded cloth flopping to the ground. A yellow strip hung from one of it's bottom incisors, swaying upwards in it's heated breath as it's beady, little eyes narrowed in disappointment.
GRRRRRRRRRRRR….
It's following snarl echoed in the forest, other noises falling silent to the beast. It crept forward, one clawed hand in front of the other as it approached me. I watched in anticipation, it's muscles tightening; a clear signal for a strike. My hand slid up my leg to my hip, shaky fingers slowly starting to grip the knife. I shouted in rage, the beast making a sudden jerk to pounce. Barely pulling my knife away from my hip, it suddenly screeched in agony, a blade protruding right through the middle of it's face; clearly not my own.
Down it went, red eyes glossy and dead, the blade drawing back. Panic and pure dread coursed sparked through my limbs, the weapon in hand feeling like a mere butter knife compared to… The red and black jagged blade that protruded… From a man- no, a boy? He snarled just as beastly as the beast he brought down, his lips pulled back to expose razor-sharp teeth. He lifted his head slowly as he stood back up, his height just a head above my own. Ghostly white hair spiked this way and that, specks of red splattered here and there from the blood of the lifeless monster beneath him.
Even more red; crimson pools held my startled gaze, hooded and dark in disapproval. He peered down at me vacantly then, the dark intensity leaving his stare, making his eyes just look uninterested and tired. I looked him up and down briefly, taking in his rugged appearance. Tattered red jeans hug loosely from his hips, accompanied by a black tank top that exposed too much lean, tan muscle that flexed the right- Oh no! Keep your novelty fantasies to yourself Albarn! I gulped, looking at the arm that couldn't flex; the one that protruded as a threatening blade from his left shoulder socket. His eyes flicked between his arm and me before it was consumed in a bright light before it was morphed and replaced with a matching appendage as his right.
Finally, it clicked.
"You're a weapon!" He sneered at my obvious comment, a red soul hovering up from the deceased body slowly, the weapon grasping the soft-looking entity. Bringing it up to his lips, he licked his lips eagerly (and was that drool in the corner?) before he cocked his head to the side.
"Yeah, and what of it" he said nonchalantly before suspending the orb above his head, leaning his head back with jaws wide. The red glow vanished as it slid down his throat in a single gulp. I watched his Adam Apple bob slightly before he looked at me again, teeth bared in a irritated frown as his eyes seemed to flash with the same response. "The thing to really be asking around here is who the hell are you, and what the hell you want?"
"Crona… Are you done love?" A slim and lithe blonde questioned, her tongue darting out in anticipation. Her golden irises darted over to the huddle form before it stood slowly, a thick and dark liquid dripping from its knuckles.
"I've been done… I've just been waiting for you." It replied plainly, but sounding so dark and alone; she didn't seem to notice.
"Good my little pet. How did it feel crushing their bones with your bare hands? Their helpless cries for mercy? You didn't fall for it, did you?" The lady interrogated, her leg bouncing on her undertucked one, comfortably relaxing in the presence of the quiet teen.
"At first, I did. Their mews for their parents so sad and helpless, I felt sad for them." Disappointment clearly stretched across the women's face, but she slowly grinned as she witnessed a black mass bubble from the younger one's back, stretching and morphing into what seemed to be the waist up of a man. Muscles and veins bulged from its massive arms and hands, the head a smooth black except for the white X across it's face, the eyes with X's as pupils on either side. "But then I realized I didn't know how to handle it. So, I stopped the noise."
GOO-PI
"Ragnarok helped me too. He helped me quiet them down since I didn't know what to do. And now, they're so quiet."
"Ah, good. You've made so much progress. I love it when you make progress." She cooed, standing up from her rocky chair to pad quietly on her bare feet. She slipped her hood off her head, her arms snaking around the neck of the little boy, her blonde strands of hair mixing in with the short, chopping pink ones.
"Are you proud...?" Crona questioned, not moving in the slightest.
PI?
"Mhmm. I think you've proven that you're ready for the real world. You remember what Mama told you?" An electric arrow fizzed and peeked out from her sly grin right beside Crona's ear, but he seemed to not have noticed.
"Don't trust anyone. Anyone you trust, kill."
"And...?"
GOO-PI…
The terrible and far unnatural grin spread far across the little boy's face, looking even more insane than he did while he passed his test.
"Those doors only open inward."
GOO-PI…
And there you have chapter 4 ;3 This story is coming together slowly and I'm hoping that it's still going good for you my little souls as it is for me! Keep your eye out for other stories soon as well. Who knows when something else will pop up? Review! Thanks!
-soulfullySoulful
